9 Mar 2021, 13:29
Longing Lilts of a Loving Lion
[font=Times New Roman]Occupation[/font]
♢♦♢ [font=Times New Roman]"To turn a page in a journal is to walk a step with the author."[/font] ♢♦♢
⇣
[font=Times New Roman]Date[/font]
My name is Marshal Mozor, and if you're reading this, then you probably stole it out of my bed table drawer. If that's the case, all I ask is that you only show the more well-written love poems to those whom I have given my heart. After all, what better way to win them over than to have a third party show them what I - an innocent victim - poured into a private journal on their behalf?
You, dear thief, have officially become my wing-man, here to assist me in the tender affairs of the almighty heart. In your hands, you hold no mere book, but the key to all of my eventual contentment and joy within this life. But no pressure, of course! Be assured that I trust you, whoever you may be. Just be certain not to show this opening page to those I adore. Can't have them knowing you were part of the plan all along.
Now, down to business! I have never written in a journal before, nor had any desire to do so. So why am I doing it now, you ask? Excellent question! Let me tell you.
My mum has a certain fascination for all things respecting books - reading and writing alike. Under her ruling hand in my household, I have read countless books. Page after page, word after word of utter boredom. Do I remember any of it? Absolutely not! Out of all those books, she never had me read anything entertaining. Only a bunch of science gibberish, history lessons that put me to sleep, and various theories that made my brain hurt.
I'd really love to theorize about how those chocolate frogs are made right about now. I'm starved...
⇣
[font=Times New Roman]Date[/font]
I suppose I got distracted before finishing my last entry. Those magical candies really are something...
But anyhow, where was I? Talking about how my mum made her poor, unfortunate son study books that had large words and a distinct lack of helpful pictures? Yes, I believe that's where I left off.
As I mentioned before, she is obsessed with all kinds of books, and that includes journals. Frankly, I think it's unhealthy, but that's the reason she suggested I start writing in one of my own. That, and she also mentioned something about having a place to release all of my romantic feelings on paper, rather than having to state them out loud every time I see a beautiful girl. Good luck with that one, Mum.
While I have no intention of holding back my true thoughts in such situations, it might be good to write everything down, because sometimes, enough words cannot be said in a single moment to express the way one feels. This way, I can have any stray emotions or charming comments at my disposal, if ever I need them. And I'm sure I will.
I'll bet my dad never had something like this. He must be so proud to have a genius for a son.
So, journal-thief/trusted-wing-man, you're undoubtedly wondering exactly who you're tasked with showing my passionate works to, correct? I figure you're the curious type. But don't go getting all impatient now! I'll give you a list of all those I hold a torch for, just to be sure you never get confused.
It certainly may grow, as my heart has an abundance of love to give, but the following is my list, as it currently stands:
დ
The angel in the sunlight. Too bad she seems immune to my charm. Obviously I won't give up, though. It'll work eventually.
She was one of the first people I met at Summer Camp. Her eyes are sweeter than chocolate, and that smile is like a refuge from everything that is wrong with this world, as though I could stay with her forever and be safe.
დ
We met over a meal at Summer Camp. Breakfast never tasted so good. That was the day I grew suspicious that the Headmaster is actually Santa Clause.
Her intense, emerald gaze can grab a hold of you if you're not careful, hypnotizing you until you know nothing but a sense of bliss.
She seems a bit protective of me somehow. Obviously, she loves me.
დ
She was my date to the Fall Ball. While the evening did turn out to be terribly exciting, it was nothing like what I had in mind. My Cinderella ran from the ball, and I had no glass slipper to return to her.
დ
An unreachable beauty. I can't say she takes me entirely seriously, and it hurts a bit. What's not to take seriously about me?
She can converse quite well in the language of sarcasm, which sets her in a special place. Perhaps she feels I'm nothing but a silly first year, but that kiss she blew me still burns upon my cheek, begging me to believe there's something between us.
დ
The dazzling Evelynn. Those striking eyes are like storm clouds over the sea, threatening to sweep up my ship for eternity. She's tutored me because she thinks I'm terrible at casting spells... and she's right. But I must say, we met with quite the splash.
დ
And so ends the list for the time being, my trusty wing-man. I will be sure to keep you up to date on any new developments, but farewell for now.
Oh! One more thing: do try not to get drawn in by them, as I have, like a bee to honey. What kind of wing-man would you be if you stole their hearts right out from under me? Putting aside the fact that you're already a thief, of course. You're better than that now.
⇣
[font=Time New Roman]Date[/font]
Now that I think about it, you may be the wing-man with the book, but for the sake of efficiency, I think it would be best if I tell you of my other wing-men scattered about the area; you know, in case you need some backup. As I said before, I need to remain distant from all of your efforts, and therefore innocent. But I'd trust every guy I'm going to list here with my life, just as I trust you, so they have indefinite permission to act in my stead.
Admittedly, I only have one person to tell you about right now, but don't worry yourself. I guarantee he's elite. The best you'll find. Let me take the mask off the hero's face.
ও
The first friend I met at Hogwarts, and my partner in dragon taming and vegetable band management. Fire-proof pants mandatory.
Leo knows a lot of things because he reads books willingly. Mum might actually leave dad for him if he was a lot older... which is not a thought I needed to have. Begone, demon.
Anyhow, I'll always consider Fawn my best friend, but Leo is the closest thing I have in her absence.
ও
Leo acts like he doesn't know what to do around girls, but just you wait and see. That silver-tongued snake will surprise you when you least expect it.
I suppose that's actually the definition of surprise, isn't it? Oh well. There's nothing wrong with being redundantly redundant. Like when you tell a girl you love her. It's best if you tell her over and over again, for the rest of your life, so she never doubts it for even a moment. Unless you get slapped. Then you should probably stop... or find a different approach.
In any case, I can't wait for the adventures Leo and I are going to have. We'll be famous, and then maybe one or two of those I hold feelings for will reciprocate my emotions. He doesn't seem to believe me about that somehow; keeps saying stuff about dying in the process or something, which is ridiculous, of course. We're wizards, after all! And we'll have dragons to protect us. What could even go wrong?
But your job, trusty wing-man, is not to answer my questions. Think of them as rhetorical. Your only job is to make some girl who deserves a life of love and happiness fall in love with me. Oh, and excitement. Plenty of excitement.
So go do that. Shoo.
Handwriting from Signature Fonts
Last edited by Marshal Mozor on 3 Apr 2021, 10:54, edited 4 times in total.
~Sometimes you have to laugh at yourself. It helps if you give yourself plenty of reasons~
STA ✩ 10 | EVA ✩ 10 | STR ✩ 14 | WIS ✩ 7 | ARC ✩ 6 | ACC ✩ 15
STA ✩ 10 | EVA ✩ 10 | STR ✩ 14 | WIS ✩ 7 | ARC ✩ 6 | ACC ✩ 15
12 Mar 2021, 08:32
Longing Lilts of a Loving Lion
∕
⇣
Hey, Music Maniac!
How are you doing? I'm great, in case you were wondering. But not as great as I would be if you were here. It's so weird when you're not home. I didn't know it could get this quiet. Even Dad hasn't been himself since you got sick. I guess he's just thinking about you instead of making jokes, which makes sense. I always think about you, too! But I'm trying not to let myself worry too much, because you're going to get better. You have to; who else would I listen to old music with? Nobody at school appreciates it like you do, and I never had a chance to hate it, since you brainwashed me ever since I understood what music was.
Are you wondering why I'm writing you this letter when I'll see you in a few days? I just wanted to talk to you, and I couldn't wait that long. I'll give it to you when we come to visit, and that way, you can have something to read, even after we leave. Then you need to write me a reply for the next time I see you, and we'll just keep doing it until you come home and we don't have to anymore!
You should tell Mum you're okay so she doesn't have to cry so much. She doesn't make dinner very often anymore, and I'm sick of Dad's cooking. He can't even make a baked potato without blowing it up. I hope the hospital food is a little better, at least. If it isn't, I think I'll have to kidnap you and take you to a restaurant. I wonder how long it's been since you had a burger?
One thing you should be glad about is that you don't have to go to school. I never understand anything my teachers say, especially since I don't usually pay much attention. Dad always says 'better late than never,' so I try to pretend school doesn't exist until I'm forced to actually do the work. Mum used to get really mad at me for putting it off, but she hasn't said anything for a long time. Sometimes I feel like she doesn't even know what grades I'm getting anymore. Maybe I should be happy about that, but I'm not. I would do all my homework on time if it would make her happy again...
Anyways, sis, there isn't much else to talk about, unless you want to hear about this girl I met at lunchtime yesterday. You'll have to let me know if you want to when you write a letter back to me!
Bye for now! See you soon!!
-Your best little brother, Mini Marshal
⇣
Hey, Music Maniac.
Mom was crying again when I came downstairs this morning. But it was different this time. It was different because she said the hospital called. But what they said can't be true. It just can't. You're not really dead. We're coming to visit you soon, and you're going to read my letters. Everything will be the same.
Even if you have to stay in the hospital a while longer, that's okay, because I can still see you. I still know you're thinking about me and laughing at my jokes. Everything's okay. I like it this way. It shouldn't change; it can't... I can't.
Why would you leave when you have so much left to do? You still need to become a musician, like you've always dreamed. Then you'll make new old music that I can listen to when none of my friends can come over.
I'm going to write that book of jokes, too, and you need to be there. You need to be the first to read it, even though you already know everything that's inside. We're supposed to get famous together.
I can still come over and make you feel better, too, at least for a little while, just like I have since you got sick. I'll make Mum and Dad bring me more often, even.
You can't be gone, because you're my best friend. What am I supposed to do without a best friend? Everyone needs one of those. They need somebody they can talk to no matter what, somebody who will always listen, no matter how stupid their problems are. They need somebody who can make them feel better, even if that just means watching a movie with them until they fall asleep...
I need somebody to pretend they understand, even when they really don't. I need you stay with me, Fawn. Please don't leave. You can't go away. You can't leave me...
I didn't even say goodbye, Fawn. Didn't say goodbye.
Is that what I'm supposed to say? Am I supposed to say anything? Does that word even mean anything anymore? What difference does it make if I say... goodbye...
⇣
Hey, Music Maniac.
It's been two months now, and it still doesn't seem real. I was listening to your favorite song, and I could have sworn I felt you listening with me, eyes closed, head swaying softly, like it always did. I thought for sure that when I turned my head, you would be sitting there. But you weren't.
You always believed in heaven, in another life after this one, but I've never really known. I guess you know if it's true now, don't you? If you really are still there, is it also true that there are no more tears in heaven? Because there definitely are down here.
Is your pain gone? Is it as great as people say?
I'm still not sure, but I have to believe that it's all true, that I'll see you again someday. Maybe it really was you sitting with me earlier, or maybe it was just my imagination. Either way, I can still hear your voice in my head, like you're whispering in my ear. I only wish this were all a bad dream.
Do you miss me as much as I miss you? Do you feel like there's something wrong with your heart, like it doesn't even beat right anymore?
I know you wouldn't want me to be sad, so I'll try, sis, but nothing has ever hurt so bad. At least when I listen to this song, my heart seems to beat with the tune, almost like it has what it's missing again, just for a little while. It always was your song, and to me, it always will be.
I'm thinking of you, Music Maniac, and I won't ever stop.
-Still your best friend, Mini Marshal
⇣
A lot of things have happened since you left, sis. Right now, I feel more alone and more afraid than I ever have before.
But what do I need to do to feel closer to you? Simple; I've been listening to music that makes me think of you, and now I'm going to make a list - right here. That way, I won't ever forget everything that leads my thoughts to the Music Maniac.
-Tears in Heaven - Eric Clapton
-Never Leave Your Side - Sam Tinnesz
-Die For You - Starset
-Won't Let Go - Fivefold
-Carry You (feat. Fleurie) - Maggie Eckford
-Best I Can - Art Of Dying
-Echo - Starset
Last edited by Marshal Mozor on 26 Apr 2021, 11:02, edited 4 times in total.
~Sometimes you have to laugh at yourself. It helps if you give yourself plenty of reasons~
STA ✩ 10 | EVA ✩ 10 | STR ✩ 14 | WIS ✩ 7 | ARC ✩ 6 | ACC ✩ 15
STA ✩ 10 | EVA ✩ 10 | STR ✩ 14 | WIS ✩ 7 | ARC ✩ 6 | ACC ✩ 15
13 Mar 2021, 02:54
Longing Lilts of a Loving Lion
⇣
Hey, trusty wing-man!
You're probably wondering what this large section of the journal has been set aside for, right? Well, it only makes sense that you would be wondering that, anyway, so I'll assume you are and tell you.
This section will be the most important for you to spend time reading, as my wing-man, for this is the place where I'll be pouring out my love for each and every one of those girls that I adore - that's right; the same ones that I mentioned earlier.
There's a reason this page is marked with a heart-shaped bookmark - to represent the fact that my heart belongs to those mentioned here.
On the topic of the bookmark, if you opened the journal to this page when you first stole it, skip back to the beginning of the book, you rascal. Otherwise, you're liable to be rather confused at this point.
Anyhow, I've set aside plenty of room in the journal for this purpose. That way, the outpouring of my romantic thoughts will not be limited; not to mention, I can write for anyone new...
And if I still manage to run out of room, I'll just glue some more papers into the book or something. That way, all of the ammunition you'll ever need will all be in the same place.
Aren't I considerate?
⇣
|
|
|
|
|
Last edited by Marshal Mozor on 3 Apr 2021, 09:02, edited 1 time in total.
~Sometimes you have to laugh at yourself. It helps if you give yourself plenty of reasons~
STA ✩ 10 | EVA ✩ 10 | STR ✩ 14 | WIS ✩ 7 | ARC ✩ 6 | ACC ✩ 15
STA ✩ 10 | EVA ✩ 10 | STR ✩ 14 | WIS ✩ 7 | ARC ✩ 6 | ACC ✩ 15