I have to stop doing these meta memes at some point but w/e fst meta meme.
❝lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off❞
↳ une↦ treizeIs it still me that makes you sweat?
Am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?
Then think of what you did
And how I hope to God he was worth it.
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch his skin.
I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me
Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No, no, no, you know it will always just be me
p a n i c • a t • t h e • d i s c o
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This song just made me want to write a nice long introspection on where Une currently stands when it comes to Treize. Put simply, Treize is dead to her. Blown up. Gone. That doesn't stop her from playing Penelope to his Odysseus though. As the myth goes, Penelope is a paragon of marital fidelity, waiting for Odysseus to return and coming up with a cunning ruse to keep her suitors at bay. She says she'll re-marry once she finishes weaving a burial shroud for Odysseus's father. However, she constantly unravels part of the shroud thus prompting the task to be one without end. This can be seen as analogous to the exercise in futility which keeping the peace seems to be. She'll seek out her own personal happiness once her duty is fulfilled. The problem is, it's a duty without end. She'll die before it's done. Personal happiness will be had in death when she can be with Treize again. At least, that's her plan. Judging by Frozen Teardrop, she's stuck by it. Thirty years later, there's no indication of her having gotten married. She's stayed faithful to His Excellency's memory and her duty. Her situation is also reminiscent of Clare DeTamble's plight in "The Time Traveler's Wife" wherein her husband Henry is constantly disappearing due to a disorder that forces him to travel backwards and forwards in time thus parting him from her:
“Long ago, men went to sea, and women waited for them, standing on the edge of the water, scanning the horizon for the tiny ship. Now I wait for Henry. He vanishes unwillingly, without warning. I wait for him. Each moment that I wait feels like a year, an eternity. Each moment is as slow and transparent as glass. Through each moment I can see infinite moments lined up, waiting. Why has he gone where I cannot follow?”
Similarly, Treize is lost to history and has definitely gone where she cannot follow. Not that she hasn't tried following. She did her part in commanding the World Nation forces as he would have wanted but, immediately after that, she wanted Relena to blow her brains out. She calls herself "a body that has lost its soul." A lot of her self-worth was attached to Treize and, with him dead, she finds herself at a loss when it comes to what to do. So she goes and finds something to occupy her time with until the end of her days, something he would approve of. Preventer became established in under a year. In Battlefield of Pacifists, set some time in Spring/Summer of AC 196, it's already up and operating. That's around three to six months after the end of the First Eve War. To get an organization running that fast is no picnic. It's fair to assume that the zeal she used to have for aiding in Treize's goals was diverted into Preventer and the peacekeeping effort. So yes, she's definitely a workaholic. Preventer is her version of Penelope's shroud.
But what does this have to do with the song cited above? Isn't that about unfaithfulness? Well, on the Earth Sphere, it was easy enough to stay faithful to duty. She also had jurisdiction over the entire planet plus all the colonies. That's a lot of work to distract from a social life. It was easy enough to dodge and shoot down potential suitors. But having her in a roleplay where everything she ever worked for has been destroyed? That definitely complicates things. With no Earth Sphere, she has to start from zero. Sure enough, she manages to re-establish Preventer again in a matter of months. The problem? It's nowhere near as big as it was on the Earth Sphere. The shroud might actually get finished. She has actual free time. Free time's a big problem because, damn, now she actually has to think about all that stuff she's been suppressing for over a year. Even worse, she doesn't have as big a network of agents on the S. S. Thor as she does back home. She has to do most of the face to face interactions instead of just pulling the strings. This means being social. This means meeting new people. This means doing her best to get along with people and trying to get them to like her because the population is definitely smaller than the one back home and fucking up with one person can ruin her reputation and her organization's. Since she has to socialize more, it's inevitable that she'll form deeper bonds than the ones she had back home. What's she supposed to do if that crosses over into something potentially amorous?
Getting to the point, this song selection isn't what Treize would think of her, per se. It's what she thinks he would think of her for moving on. Is she being unfaithful to his memory? Being disloyal? She didn't exactly lust after him if canon is the judge. Though he did flirt with her to some degree, she mostly just acted uncomfortable about it. When he calls her to give her report while he's bathing, her gaze doesn't stray from his face. When he offers her a drink, she declines in favor of discussing strategy. When he holds her hand, she flinches. She does love him but it's not in the usual sense. There's no real physical longing there. It's pure and unconditional. When he gives her something in return, she tends to draw back and seems to feel undeserving of it. This is likely why she resents Zechs and Noin for accepting compliments from him in Episode 10. She doesn't accept anything from him. Why should anyone else?
Also, how she flirts as a diplomat is without feeling. She does it because she has to and she's really good at faking that she cares. Too good. Eventually, she does end up caring about the people of the colonies and that's when mindfuckery happens. She tends to get in too deep when it comes to things. If she forges a bond for the sake of convenience or amusement, it's almost always guaranteed to escalate into something more if the other party permits it and should time allow. Back home, that couldn't happen because she had a lot more work to keep her occupied. But on the ship, yeah, there's just not enough work to do.
So lust... She actually has a chance to feel it now. Before, there was no time to really worry since there was always something to occupy her. Just fall asleep and get up for work again. Now she actually has time to feel the weight of things, to regret, to know the full impact of every decision she makes with no other politicians to mop up the mess if she fucks up. She has to live with the fact that Earth was destroyed under her watch and, even if it wasn't her fault, it's hard to convince herself of that. Got to find stress release somehow, right? That's where lust comes in. There are times when she wonders what Treize would have been like as a lover. Since she has him on a pedestal, she probably thinks he'd be perfect. Idealized. Everything would fall short of what she has in her head. Heck, she might actually label him an impostor if she met him again because he doesn't match up to the perfect warped memory. In summation, if she ever does move on, she'll definitely always be haunted by uncertainty. She'll wonder what he'll think of her and what he would have been like. She'll wonder if she could have had better. Worst of all, she'll always be guilt-ridden for not succeeding at playing her role as Penelope.
❝mr. brightside❞
↳ treize↦une↦takasugi Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag
Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his chest now
He takes off her dress now
Let me go
Cause I just can't look it's killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
Cause I'm Mr. Brightside
t h e • k i l l e r s
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❝better than revenge❞
↳ matako↦ une↦takasugi She lives her life like it's a party and she's on the list
She looks at me like I'm a trend and she's so over it
I think her ever present frown is a little troubling
She thinks I'm psycho 'cause I like to rhyme her name with things
But sophistication isn't what you wear or who you know
Or pushing people down to get you where you wanna go
Oh, they didn't teach you that in prep school, so it's up to me
But no amount of vintage dresses gives you dignity
She's not a saint, and she's not what you think
She's an actress, whoa
She's better known for the things that she does on the mattress, whoa
Soon she's gonna find stealing other people's toys
On the playground won't make you many friends
She should keep in mind, she should keep in mind
There is nothing I do better than revenge
t a y l o r • s w i f t
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