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purplekitteI'm just fond of this one, on real life grounds I'm not going to go into.
Title: Descriptive Language
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purplekitte
Theme: Outer senshi--Grammer
Genre: Romance
Version: Manga
Rating: PG
“This is Kaioh Michiru, my…” Girlfriend? Could she just say girlfriend? Why wasn’t there a word for completely platonic girlfriend? Friend? Roommate? These terms were taken to mean something so casual, transient in this society. Love was taken in a romantic sense and a romantic bond was the only one people treated as a potential rest-of-our-lives meaningful one.
Michiru wasn’t stepping in. Trying not to make Setsuna uncomfortable by overstating their relationship. Oh by all the gods she didn’t care about anyone’s opinion. Those college students she studied with wouldn’t bother her even if she weren’t the ancient senshi of time and sure of her power. The only person here whose opinion she cared about was Michiru, and she wouldn’t mind her using “girlfriend” for whatever they had.
Why did I have to be straight? If I weren’t I could just say girlfriend and know I meant it in all senses of the world. I can’t explain good friends and roommates and parents and dating and love and friends with benefits and all that stuff couples do and act like but its friends not romantic attraction. I don’t care; I love my life how it is, but why does this have to be so confusing?
“Girlfriend,” she said, sitting down. She refused to consult her time sense for how long it had been.
“Oh, hello.”
“Setsuna,” said another of the physics students passing a textbook toward her, “did you get all the diagrams from Friday’s lecture? Mine look like squiggles.”
“And I didn’t finish copying all the labels. How are your version?”
Oh, she thought, sorting through notebook paper. Okay then.
Title: Descriptive Language
Author:
purplekitteTheme: Outer senshi--Grammer
Genre: Romance
Version: Manga
Rating: PG
“This is Kaioh Michiru, my…” Girlfriend? Could she just say girlfriend? Why wasn’t there a word for completely platonic girlfriend? Friend? Roommate? These terms were taken to mean something so casual, transient in this society. Love was taken in a romantic sense and a romantic bond was the only one people treated as a potential rest-of-our-lives meaningful one.
Michiru wasn’t stepping in. Trying not to make Setsuna uncomfortable by overstating their relationship. Oh by all the gods she didn’t care about anyone’s opinion. Those college students she studied with wouldn’t bother her even if she weren’t the ancient senshi of time and sure of her power. The only person here whose opinion she cared about was Michiru, and she wouldn’t mind her using “girlfriend” for whatever they had.
Why did I have to be straight? If I weren’t I could just say girlfriend and know I meant it in all senses of the world. I can’t explain good friends and roommates and parents and dating and love and friends with benefits and all that stuff couples do and act like but its friends not romantic attraction. I don’t care; I love my life how it is, but why does this have to be so confusing?
“Girlfriend,” she said, sitting down. She refused to consult her time sense for how long it had been.
“Oh, hello.”
“Setsuna,” said another of the physics students passing a textbook toward her, “did you get all the diagrams from Friday’s lecture? Mine look like squiggles.”
“And I didn’t finish copying all the labels. How are your version?”
Oh, she thought, sorting through notebook paper. Okay then.
