Title :: Beloved, believe, I never believed
Prompt :: November 6th, “let someone ask my heart about your half-drawn arrow” [
31_days]
Characters/Pairing :: Tieria; Lockon/Tieria implied
Rating :: PG
Warnings :: Vaguely spoilery for S1?
Wordcount :: 110
Summary :: No matter what else had changed, his intolerance for incompetence had remained.
Notes :: Incidentally, the prompt/title/cut text all come from this poem
here. :3
No matter what else had changed, his intolerance for incompetence had remained. Finding potential and then realising it - was that not the true purpose of a Gundam Meister? (And perhaps, too, that was the meaning behind bonds.)
Leaving a project touched but incomplete was not to be tolerated, even now.
Except this time, there was suddenly no other choice.
And this is what you have left for me - not the world you wanted but a half-formed self that now must continue reshaping itself using nothing but the memory of your hands.
(Your vision was our downfall, and you were too far-seeing to simply settle for a world of your own.)