"Hello, you've reached Kantera. If this is a medical emergency, please hang up and call a hospital. Otherwise, please leave your message after the tone."
[ She chuckles ] You and I are both apt to tease, but in very different ways. So I shall refrain from comment on the appropriateness of your amount.
[ After he kisses her cheek, she shifts enough to place a lingering kiss on his mouth. ] Thank you, my love. And thank you for giving me the space to love others while knowing that it doesn't diminish my love for you. It does the opposite, actually.
[ It took so long to embrace who and what she is, she refuses to be defined by human concepts like monogamy. That he understands this means everything to her. ]
Then no matter what state I'm in, I'll always be happy.
[ She rests against him and lays down a bit. ] Would you mind talking to me a while? I might not manage much by way of answers, just... [ well. She's tired. ]
Let me think, now. -Ah, yes. A long time ago, there was an old bamboo cutter who lived modestly with his wife. One day, he happened upon a shining stalk of bamboo in the forest...
[Kantera tells a slightly modified version of the Tale of the Bamboo Cutter, with some of the place and species names replaced to better fit his dream world.]
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[ After he kisses her cheek, she shifts enough to place a lingering kiss on his mouth. ] Thank you, my love. And thank you for giving me the space to love others while knowing that it doesn't diminish my love for you. It does the opposite, actually.
[ It took so long to embrace who and what she is, she refuses to be defined by human concepts like monogamy. That he understands this means everything to her. ]
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[She was never meant to love only a single person, and to ask otherwise would be to ask her to change who she is. He could never.]
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As long as you never doubt that so much of that love belongs to you. An endless well of it. [ Even when she doesn't remember him, that won't change. ]
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[She's worth everything to him, worth going through being forgotten.]
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[ She rests against him and lays down a bit. ] Would you mind talking to me a while? I might not manage much by way of answers, just... [ well. She's tired. ]
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[That way she doesn't have to answer and can just listen.]
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wrapup probably
[Kantera tells a slightly modified version of the Tale of the Bamboo Cutter, with some of the place and species names replaced to better fit his dream world.]