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What Dreams May Come
Various drabbles, art, letters, in character stories, and other things for the character Miya Takahashi, Final Fantasy XIV, Balmung & Mateus Servers. Any NSFW will be tagged as such. Warning: Heavy Horror blog
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Consider me tardy to the party but!
Dear Miya,
Like a great band once said, "It's not too late. It's never too late."
“Hey Miya. It’s that time’a year again, where I have an excuse t’send ya sumthin’ nice an’ have ya ‘on m’mind. I wanted t’apologize, fer bein’ so short wit’ ya lately. I dunno. Mebbe ya’ve noticed, mebbe ya’ haven’t, but I have been all too aware’a it. It’s not jus’ you, s’happenin’ everywhere but that ain’t much excuse. I worry that ya’ might think ya’ done sumthin’ wrong or pissed me off, an’ that ain’t th’case either. Life’s been hard, but that still ain’t an excuse.
Truth is, yer one’a th’most steadfast people I know. I think it almost insane that we became friends off’a you kidnappin’ me. Yeah I know there’s a word fer that, an’ sum folk might reference me havin’ sum kinda syndrome or other but we both know that weren’t th’case. Truth is, when ya’ took me away, I knew there was more to ya.
Y’weren’t this scary woman hidin’ in th’shadows an’ takin’ people away. Th’bombs ya’ set around never hurt nobody, an’ shore they could have. But I always figured ya’ a woman reluctant t’do what she was doin’. Sum kinda self-destruction y’were tryin’ t’make so you could escape all th’terrible things goin’ on wit’ ya. I won’t pretend t’know what yer goin’ thru’, I don’t. I don’t think I ever will. I know them voices cause ya’ a good amount’a distress, an’ I know there ain’t much t’do ‘bout it, but I hope to help ya’ find sumthin’ one day.
Yer not yer worst decisions tho’, an’ you’ve proved that every day since then. Ya’ve taken care’a me when I been blown up in th’streets. Checked in on me when no one else has. Y’come t’see me when ever yer feelin’ social an’ I always have appreciated that. I know if I ever need anything, you’ll be right there if I ask, an’ likely even if I don’t, an’ that’s a nice thing t’know. Yer a better person than ya’ want t’say, an’ I enjoy gettin’ t’know ya.
I made ya a blanket. S’fer th’colder nights. S’got a symbol on it m’people use fer protection an’ I thought it might be nice fer ya. Anyroad, happy holidays. I care about ya’ muchly. I hope t’see ya’ soon, an’ mebbe talk ‘bout this deal ya’ got goin’. Over a cup’a peppermint hot chocolate. I’ll treat ya’ if ya’ve never had it.”
The transmission ends there, the little magitek device’s blinking lights ending. It had come in a box with a colorful blanket of browns, oranges, baby blues, and yellows fixed in various patterns. At the center, several arrow like shapes were stitched into the fabric, going across a brown strip within the blanket.
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