I can’t stop thinking about the guilt Reo feels towards his own despair and sadness.
It’s not just that he’s a sheltered kid who’s always had everything he wanted at his reach; he’s also incredibly self-aware and holds himself to impossibly high standards.
He’s so ashamed of everything that can be perceived as “ugly” about him: his selfishness, his misplaced pride. These are things that he’s never really had to face before, but being abandoned by Nagi has served as a wake-up call of sorts and suddenly he can’t see anything BUT that.
The way he keeps blaming himself for wanting to hold Nagi back, keep him in a cage the same way his parents wanted for him… AND YET. and yet he’s still unable to wave Nagi off with a smile, he’s unable to let go because Nagi has become so inherently intertwined with his dream that he can no longer conceive one without the other
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Can you elaborate on Kira/Odo bring mistreated by canon? I thought their relationship on the show was beautiful.
sure! and i agree with you. i think their relationship on the show was excellent (one of the moments i'll never forget was their moment together when odo was explaining he felt disconnected from the physical body he had--that it didn't really represent him, and that he felt he wasn't himself with kira--then kira saying whatever he could do to be himself, she wanted him to do, and feel comfortable with--and odo turning to vapor, and floating around her like a cloud... it was dreamy.)
really, the criticism i have is that i think by nature of how the relationship they had deepened into a romance (it wasn't originally planned--but after one scene, when the crew looked back at the dailies (little recordings they'd worked on previously, which hadn't yet made the final cut for the show) i believe ira behr (though i may be wrong about the details here) exclaimed--oh my god! he's in love with her!--because of how rene had played some interaction between odo/kira), that how the show went about showing that their friendship had something more to it was almost exclusively through the illustration of odo pining after kira, and until nearly the beginning of their relationship, kira seldom seems anything more interested in having odo as a friend, and i think (?) at one point even says she'd never considered him romantically/thought of him as being interested in romance (though i might be making that up--have been off the ds9 wagon a bit lately and haven't seen much of it!). i wish that we'd seen more of kira's feelings for odo coming through in the beginning--seen her transition from thinking of him as someone she had grown up with (in a limited way at least--not in her childhood but in her adolescence) and shared similar experiences with (being on terok nor, the transition to living alongside the federation, and the occupation of the station by the dominion...) to someone she loved in a new way--which she hadn't anticipated doing.
i think the desire to want to see her fall in love with him is only heightened by the times (later on in the series, when they're already in a relationship) where you really do get to see how she views their relationship, and to what extent she respects, admires, and adores him (her telling garak--who is trying to warn her that odo is ill and is only feigning wellness for her sake--that he is the man she loves--and that it would be impossible for her not to know what was happening to him--but if he wants to pretend he's well, and put on a brave face for her, she'll be brave right alongside him for as long as he is with her--will always stand out. it's so perfectly played--everyone is characterized well (garak--sneaking, making a play at being covert and secretive, but still a step behind, odo--resolute, prideful, but young, and still, in a sense, vain, kira--tough, determined, and still tender)
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October Writing Day 7
Hey, I'm back! This one's a little longer and involves Kerric getting Loviatar's Blessing so be aware if that isn't your jam. Pretty much follows what happens in game, just Kerric's internal thoughts as the priest does his thing. Also writing a bit out of my comfort zone so hopefully everything is alright here.
Worship
Pain.
Pain to release pain.
Pain to bring calm.
It speaks to something deep inside Kerric. He isn’t sure if it has to do with who he was before or how he feels about the darkness lurking inside him now but he wants it. He wants that release.
“Just face the wall and we can begin.”
Something inside him shifts, not unlike the thoughts that led him to bite off the goblin’s toe, but turned inward. Smiling, he swallows, savoring the final bit of blood that remains on his tongue. Then, slowly, deliberately, he begins undoing the clasps and buckles on his armor, removing each piece and setting it aside. Finally, he faces the wall, takes in a deep breath, and waits.
The first strike hits him with the shock of a bucket of ice water being tossed on him. Instinctively he tenses but after the initial shock fades a soothing warmth begins to surface as a trickle of blood slides down his back. His pulse quickens and the air in his lungs feels thick and heavy.
“Harder.” The word tumbles out of Kerric’s mouth before he realizes it, low and primal.
“What was that, dear one?” the priest purrs behind him.
Now, sure of what he wants, needs, Kerric finds his voice. “I said, ‘Hit. Me. Harder.’”
“Gladly.”
True to his word, the next strike causes Kerric to stumble forward in the slick blood beneath his feet, his hands reaching out to brace himself on the wall in front of him. A turbulent mix of pain, pleasure, and hate rises within. “More!” they shout inside him, “More!” Pushing off from the wall he stands upright, face tilted to the ceiling and arms spread open at his sides. “HARDER!” he shouts. Threatens. Begs.
The pain that follows is electrifying. The nerves in his body seem to be firing at the same time, but still, it is not enough. He wants to turn to the priest, look him in the eyes so that he understands. He wants to kiss him. He wants to kill him. He teeters on the edge of a precipice unsure of if peace, darkness, or the heat of the nine hells awaits below and all he knows is that he cannot stand on the edge a moment longer. His mind and body are taut, ‘release release release’ is all he can think.
“Hit me as hard as you can,” he growls, “or I swear to the Gods you will know true pain before you die.”
“I hope that’s a promise.”
The voice is a whisper in his ear, he hadn’t even realized how close the priest had gotten, part of his mind panics that he could have been caught off guard, that he is vulnerable: naked, wounded, and without weapons in an enemy camp. It’s the crack that allows him to shatter as soon as the last blow hits.
The force nearly brings him to his knees. The blurring edges of his vision do the rest and he falls to the ground on all fours. Below him all he can see is a haze of red blood, his, other’s, it doesn’t matter, but instead of seeing it and feeling rage or triumph or loathing, he feels…nothing.
Sweet, blissful nothing.
Leaning back on his heels he tries to savor the moment, to hold this feeling in his memories for when the tadpole and urges get to be too much. All too soon though it begins to fade and his mind slips back to reality. There are matters to attend to, battles to be fought, a druid to locate, but for the first time Kerric feels like he’s learned something about himself, perhaps even his past self, that it isn’t unnerving or shocking, it just is, a piece slotted into place and nesselled comfortably into his psyche.
“Absolutely divine,” the priest sighs behind him, and Kerric couldn’t agree more.
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I'd like to say something more creative about Past Lives (2023) that isn't the painful memory of someone you've loved so dearly growing up that you held onto this image you had of them forever and never let go even if they've moved on with their lives long ago. Now they're married and the person you knew doesn't exist anymore and all that's left are the memories you held so tightly together. It's small, it's fragile but it's enough to make you fly 13 hours to a foreign country to meet with her and her husband. I just feel like when you're young, you love so hardently and it never really fades away, even if life moves on, and it's hard to be the one who remembers. Like I remember when I walked home with this boy in primary school because we were neighbours, I remember being so happy when I saw him out of my window because our flats were facing each other. I remember that I thought what I was feeling was love, and then, when I left, he used his perfume on my goodbye card, and I'm holding onto that too, even if life's going on and we'll probably never meet again, he will always be this boy to me.
And at the same time, it's about the experience of an immigrant who wants to prove to herself that she deserves to be in this country, that she matters and that her parents didn't leave for nothing, and to do so, she decided to sever her ties with her home country and the boy who reminded her of who she was before she'd immigrated.
It's all painful and unfair and the climax was a scene at a small bar where Hae Sung and Nora spoke in Korean right next to her husband who said that he felt like not knowing korean took a piece of her away from him, and at this point, he realises that there will always be a piece of her that won't be his. And they are all bound by fate and destiny, and they are all good people, no one is evil, no one is wrong, everything is just unfair.
I don't know, I'm just in pain bro, wtf.
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