week 36
246
9/3
Wartime (The poem is 'Dialogue of Watching' by Kenneth Rexroth)
Laying in Crona's lap, listening to the rise and fall of their voice in cadence with the words of poetry was probably Kid's favorite way to relax on a sunday afternoon. The sun was warm overhead and Crona's legs were cool under his head. Their fingers were idly tracing over his nose and cheekbones as they read outloud.
"I have never known any One more beautiful than you."
247
9/4
Anomaly
Crona was an anomaly. Not just to Kid and his universe but, to the world in general. There was no one quite like them. Both Miester and Weapon. Not a kishin, but unable to recover fully to be a human. Their soul was an amalgamation of bits and parts, like a monster.
But Crona wasn't a monster. They were kind and loyal and despite their protest, they were very brave. Crona was an anomaly, a strange once-in-a-lifetime experience. Kid would always wish they had lasted a little longer.
248
9/5
Trust
Trust was a hard thing to come by for Crona. It wasn't an easy thing, after years of having the very idea of affection held above their head, but forever out of reach.
After they betrayed Ms. Marie and the DWMA, Crona thought they were never going to be trusted again. Marie explained it after she forgave them.
"It's like you've jumped off a step and you are expecting me to catch you. I do and so the next time you jump you don't hesitate, because you know I'll catch you." Marie hugged them, stroking Crona's back. "Crona, I'll always catch you."
Years later Crona had to jump.
And Kid caught them.
249
9/6
Factory
Cooking was something Kid and Crona liked to do together. Everyone thought that Kid would be too anal about measurements and cooking times but they found that if Crona measured things and Kid never saw it, they could bypass it. Crona was originally afraid of the stove and grill but with careful teaching from Kid, they became used to it. After a long day there was something relaxing about being able to come home and make something. Crona reached his head for something and Kid carefully and precisely chopped the tomatoes. They stood side by side, barely touching, and cooked together.
250
9/7
Variety
The personal library Kid had at the Gallows was nearly as large as the one at the DWMA. When insomnia kept them both up, Kid and Crona would go into the dim and musty room. The yellow moonlight and candles would be the only light as they lay together on the crushed velvet settee. Kid's low, smooth baritone would trace out the imagines of faraway places, with small unexpected heroes, people who made bad choices and the simply unlucky. Strange skys and world were their's to explore. Together, without any of the daytime boundries, they could simply be Kid and Crona.
251
9/8
Curtain
Kid watched the white satin curtains flutter in the afternoon breeze. It was a warm and cloudy afternoon, with Crona lying sound asleep on his chest. He idly traced figure eights on their upper arms, simply letting his mind wander. Crona inhaled deeply and on the exhale, mumbled a little under their breath. Kid paused in his ministrations to listen to their sleepy words. They were so soft Kid had to lean in to hear.
"Mmhph. -id, oov you."
"Pardon me, love?" He whispered. Crona's eyes twitched under the lids, flicking back and forth.
"Kid. -ove you."
Kid leaned back on the pillows, smiling.
"I love you too Crona."
252
9/9
Heating
It was like there was an invisible line between the two of them. A point where whenever the other entered the room, they had to stare. Kid grit his teeth and his hands shook and he had the unfortunate tendency to drop things on the floor, which led to more than one symmetry related meltdown. Crona would tremble uncontrollably, clutching at their own arms for comfort and security and words would curl up and die on their tounge. It was as though some spell had been placed on them both, where it didn't matter what they did, they couldn't shake the symptoms of this sickness.
"For the love of- WILL THE TWO OF YOU FUCK AND GET IT OVER WITH?!"