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tallulahgs[Title] Reality Check
[Fandom] Higurashi No Naku Koro Ni
[Rating] PG-13
[Notes/Summary] Set during the first arc. Keiichi realises he has no one to rely on but himself.
Up until then, Keiichi had, deep down, believed that really, he was just getting paranoid. That didn't mean he wasn't terrified, and it didn't mean that he didn't think something really bad was going on, but he did sort of (want to) think that this was something which would look better in the morning, which had a simple - or at any rate less horrible explanation than the one he had come up with right now.
Then he tried eating Rena's rice cakes.
Even after he'd spat them out and drunk several glasses of water, the tang of the needle still stuck in his mouth. Just like the knowledge that no, he wasn't getting paranoid, and there was no mundane explanation, and in the morning the mess of half-chewed rice and sewing needle would still be scattered across the table, proving everything, at least to him.
No one was going to protect him except himself.
[Title] Through A Glass Darkly
[Fandom] West Side Story (movie)
[Rating] PG
[Notes/Summary] Set post-movie; Maria struggles to go on with her life.
I don't want to go out, Maria said, and she didn't even have to struggle to make her voice cold. Anita should've got angry about it, but she didn't; she just nodded, and left Maria sitting in her room with scarlet light from the glass doors covering the wall.
I don't want to work there, Maria said, and she sounded bored this time, as if she'd grown out of wedding dresses. She got another job, cleaning a house on the Upper East Side. Her hands stank of bleach and the top of her spine ached from leaning over the bathtubs but it felt fitting, more so than squinting at tiny seams and twirling round with rolls of white tulle.
I don't want to dance, Maria said, and her voice shook a little, not because of him but because of Bernardo, because Bernardo had always been so strict about his little sister and what she could do. And how it felt bad even to think that now, technically, she could dance all she wanted. Rosita and Anita didn't try and persuade her. They left, again, with the sunset sliding down the walls and the glass panels glowing blue.
---
Maria, Anita said at last, you have to start living.
I don't want to, Maria said. I don't know how.
At night, the glass was black, and there was only a faint shimmer to show it was even there.
She thought about flying from the roof with the breeze catching her skirts. Or about drinking bleach.
But the next morning she opened her eyes, and she was still here, and the sunlight shone through the glass and lit up the room with blue and yellow and scarlet.
[Fandom] Higurashi No Naku Koro Ni
[Rating] PG-13
[Notes/Summary] Set during the first arc. Keiichi realises he has no one to rely on but himself.
Up until then, Keiichi had, deep down, believed that really, he was just getting paranoid. That didn't mean he wasn't terrified, and it didn't mean that he didn't think something really bad was going on, but he did sort of (want to) think that this was something which would look better in the morning, which had a simple - or at any rate less horrible explanation than the one he had come up with right now.
Then he tried eating Rena's rice cakes.
Even after he'd spat them out and drunk several glasses of water, the tang of the needle still stuck in his mouth. Just like the knowledge that no, he wasn't getting paranoid, and there was no mundane explanation, and in the morning the mess of half-chewed rice and sewing needle would still be scattered across the table, proving everything, at least to him.
No one was going to protect him except himself.
[Title] Through A Glass Darkly
[Fandom] West Side Story (movie)
[Rating] PG
[Notes/Summary] Set post-movie; Maria struggles to go on with her life.
I don't want to go out, Maria said, and she didn't even have to struggle to make her voice cold. Anita should've got angry about it, but she didn't; she just nodded, and left Maria sitting in her room with scarlet light from the glass doors covering the wall.
I don't want to work there, Maria said, and she sounded bored this time, as if she'd grown out of wedding dresses. She got another job, cleaning a house on the Upper East Side. Her hands stank of bleach and the top of her spine ached from leaning over the bathtubs but it felt fitting, more so than squinting at tiny seams and twirling round with rolls of white tulle.
I don't want to dance, Maria said, and her voice shook a little, not because of him but because of Bernardo, because Bernardo had always been so strict about his little sister and what she could do. And how it felt bad even to think that now, technically, she could dance all she wanted. Rosita and Anita didn't try and persuade her. They left, again, with the sunset sliding down the walls and the glass panels glowing blue.
---
Maria, Anita said at last, you have to start living.
I don't want to, Maria said. I don't know how.
At night, the glass was black, and there was only a faint shimmer to show it was even there.
She thought about flying from the roof with the breeze catching her skirts. Or about drinking bleach.
But the next morning she opened her eyes, and she was still here, and the sunlight shone through the glass and lit up the room with blue and yellow and scarlet.
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