The Childhood Sweetheart Meme

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THE CHILDHOOD ѕωєєтнєαят MEME Ahhh, young love. Whether it's precious or bittersweet, it's something that stays with you. Remember that time...? Of course you do. Both of you thought you'd last forever. Or maybe you were too young to know what that meant. All that mattered was that you were kids and you were together. But time and circumstance tears even the best of friends and young lovers apart. That person, your childhood crush, your first love, is just a memory. Now, you're being given a second chance. Will it be painful? Will you confess everything and try to win their affection again? You've been reunited, and it's up to you what happens. HOW TO ① Comment with your character. You can state preferences and such in your subject. ② Characters who comment will be their childhood sweetheart/first love. The muns can figure out how that works, but when in doubt, just wing it. It's a meme. Fun is the goal here. ③ KISS AND REUNITE. Or argue and storm off. Or cry. Or laugh. Or sex. Whatever is appropriate.

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[thinkin_arbys]

[They're moving so quickly that she fears they might fall, but she trusts him.]

The book. A criticism of the Church, in the end.

[mentore]

[He huffs lightly in amusement.]

A fitting book.

[He climbs up a roof first, not a very tall one, and holds an arm out to help her up.]

We're nearly there.

[thinkin_arbys]

An interesting book, but biased.

[She looks at him warily before taking his hand and clambering up with more ease than one might expect.] Nearly where?

[mentore]

There. [Nope, not getting a straight answer.

Luckily, the convent is located in the same area where he's taking her, saving him a lot of time and trouble of having to cross bridges.

A twist here, a climb there, and he stops.]

I need you to close your eyes. We won't climb anymore, but I need you to trust me.

[thinkin_arbys]

[WHAT.]

Don't you dare get me killed... [She closes her eyes. She trusts him completely, even after all these years.]

[mentore]

I won't!

[He takes her by both hands, staring to walk backwards. He keeps looking over at her, though, even as he tries to navigate over his shoulders.

He stops her in place to move behind her. His arms wrap around her waist as he sets his chin on her shoulder.

Here, he thinks, is the perfect view of the sea and Venezia.]

You can open your eyes now.

[thinkin_arbys]

[She shivers as his arms go around her, leaning back into him and sighing. It's wonderful, and she feels like she's waited her whole life for this, like she hid herself away so this moment could be special.

And she opens her eyes.]

Ah... We're... so high up.

[mentore]

[He doesn't answer. Instead, he buries his face in her curve of her shoulder and neck. He's missed her so much and too much has happened since he last saw her. Is it wrong to want her like this? Is it wrong to just want to be with her for a while? He used to wonder 'what if,' and he wonders now again, what if...?]

[thinkin_arbys]

[Her eyes finally settle on the landscape, on the improbable vista and the warmth of his embrace. Her hands rest lightly on his arms; this feels like the top of the world. How she got up here doesn't make sense, but she's glad she is.

Whatever this is, this feeling... What if? What if she runs away with him, if they have adventures and live wildly and dangerously and she forgets everything?

This is as near to magic as she's ever believed existed.]

Take me with you. Wherever you're going, take me with you.

[mentore]

[He lifts his head to let his chin rest on her shoulder. Take me with you. It rings deep in his mind. They were always together before, inseparable, so why couldn't they continue as such?

No, he knows why, as bitter and sad as it is.]

I don't know where I will be next. I don't even know what I'm doing, Guistina. [His voice falters and strains.] I'm so lost.

[thinkin_arbys]

The boldest boy I've ever known? You're a man now, si? Go wherever you'd like.

[mentore]

[If only it were so easy.]

There are many things I have to do, and I don't know where or how to do them.

[His grip around her waist gets just a little tighter, a little closer.]

What was the last you heard of Firenze?

[thinkin_arbys]

Nothing... Not for a long time. Ah! I did not ask about your family! I haven't spoken with mine either.