ⅻ - [text]

[mnementomori]

[careful writing appears on the Vine, slowly, a pause after each line. The writer is copying it down from a book, after all.]

If recollecting were forgetting,
Then I remember not.
And if forgetting, recollecting,
How near I had forgot.
And if to miss, were merry,
And to mourn, were gay,
How very blithe the fingers
That gathered this, Today!

[with that, the handwriting grows more confident and natural again, continuing further down the page.]


I found this in a book in the library...and a lot of other things like it. Is it some kind of puzzle? What does it mean?

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[mnementomori]

[pssh she is a faceless doll who steals peoples' memories, nothing is normal.]

E-extraordinary? Amazing and cute?

[great, now she thinks you're some kind of amazingly nice person who loves everyone.]

But...I feel warm and happy with my friends, too.

[restlessdevil.livejournal.com]

Yes. [There is a pause as Zenobia reminisces over some of the many people she's met since coming here.] There are many wonderful people here.

[Haha, I don't think Zenobia and Xion have the same idea when it comes to "loving everyone."]

Yes. But it's a different kind of warmth and happiness with crushes and love. You want to hold them. You want to kiss them. You want to be one with them.

[Zenobia thinks.] Well, I suppose it could be possible that you feel that way about your friends as well, depending on your tastes. That could be difficult but it would be a lot of fun, too!

[mnementomori]

Hold and kiss them...

[she actually feels her face getting warm under her hood, and shakes her head hastily.]

Tastes? I don't feel like that. I mean, my friends...

[she hesitates again.]

I did kiss someone once...does that mean I had a "crush" on her?

[restlessdevil.livejournal.com]

Yep. Mmm, a warm embrace... soft lips... those feelings... They're one of the best joys of being alive.

Yeah, it was probably a long-shot that you'd be in love with all of them, but, you know, I couldn't just rule that out.

[Zenobia grins, wide.] Well, it would depend on "why" and "how did it feel," but, probably.

[mnementomori]

[all those words are making her feel a bit odd, and she pats her cheeks self-consciously, trying not to think about it.]

It was...nice...I guess. She got really worried and asked if she did something wrong, but I wasn't upset or anything. I just didn't know what it was at the time.

[restlessdevil.livejournal.com]

Oh, so she started it? I bet she looked really cute when she got all worried.

It sounds like a pleasant memory.

[mnementomori]

Cute?

[another pause.]

Usually people call me cute, but I'm still not really sure what it means. Nice to look at, right?

It is, though. I really miss her.

[restlessdevil.livejournal.com]

Yes. Someone is cute if they are pleasant to behold and if looking at them makes you happy. ...At least, that's how I think of it.

I'm sorry to hear that. Maybe she'll show up in the garden some day?

[mnementomori]

Makes you happy when you look at them...that makes sense.

I think it might be better if she stays at home. There are people who need her.

[restlessdevil.livejournal.com]

Oh. Then maybe its for the best that they are gone. But it's still sad.

[mnementomori]

Yeah, I miss her a lot. But I try to stay happy because I know that's what she'd want. I think.

[restlessdevil.livejournal.com]

It may be hard, but you sound like you're strong. You'll make it just fine, I'll bet.