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The Wishing Tree (2) : Your wish is only said to come true if you grant the wish of someone else; when you write your wish, you must also take one off of the tree and do your best to grant it. What wish do you pull off, and how do you intend to ‘grant’ it? Do you work with someone else to grant this wish, or do you work alone? You may get approval from another player to use the wish their character hung up, but no names are attached so your character may not ever know who wrote it!
Wish Taken
“I wish more people would say ‘I love you’ more freely. It does NOT make it less special if you say it more often.”
The wish had struck Misha in a place that he didn't even know was vulnerable. Somewhere next to him, Rhona was carefully reading papers in order to select her trade, but she sounded suddenly far away. Because... wow... it was like someone had reached into his brain and pulled out he single though that had been plaguing him for months now. One he kept pushing to the side because of every bullshit reason he could possibly think of. He was busy with work. Nissa was busy with her practice. They knew what was in each other's hearts, they didn't need to say it. Misha made sure Nissa knew with every act of service, every gift, ever kiss and caress and sigh against her skin. She knew. He was sure.
But then Rhona told him that she loved him and he reciprocated with brand new ease because, even after all of it, she was his sister. And even if he knew that she knew, there was something about saying it. Something about hearing it repeated back. Something that made him feel light he could float away and kept him rooted firmly in the earth at the same time. And it came so easy to the twins' lips, even with the years forced apart.
How would it sound on Nissa's lips? How would her voice wrap around his name and the confession? Would she lean in, a smile gracing her pretty painted lips? Would she sigh the words or would they tumble from her tongue in excitement? Would he trip over his own voice or would he maintain composure? Composure was something Nissa tended to dangle in his face and then dance away with, her laughter on the wind as Misha fumbled and stumbled after her, giddy all the same. He'd bumble it for sure. He'd fall over his own lips and blush and try to recover and fail. Because Nissa made him a fool. A soft, happy, smitten fool.
"Did you find one, Mish," Rhona asked, landing a series of feather light punches against his bicep. He theatrically winced and cowered, returning her light laughter with his own before he nodded, holding up the slip of paper for her to see. She mirrored his action and then tossed him a pen for his own wish. She was already scribbling as he sat down at the table to think.
"What'd you find," he asked her to distract from the dizzying plan that was formulating in his brain.
Rhona turned the paper in her hands over and read, "I wish people would practice radical kindness. Planning on setting up donations with the local shelter for this. Donating excess stock and good that aren't out of date, but close."
It was a good plan, one Rhona seemed primed to offer. Had she been thinking about this for a while?
"What about yours," she asked, attention still focused on the slip before her. Misha hesitated enough that she looked up at him, but he smiled and answered, “I wish more people would say ‘I love you’ more freely. It does NOT make it less special if you say it more often.”
"Aww... I love you Misha Edward Greyson Driscol." Rhona even wrinkled her nose sweetly as she delivered her saccharine confession. Misha could only laugh and mimic back, "and I love you, Rhona Lee Burningham." and he laughed because Rhona still hid her face, squealed, and blushed at the mention of her wife's name attached to hers.
"What are you writing back," he recovered, drawing Rhona out from the cover of her hands and her hair.
"Oh, that's easy. I wish more people would plant things. They can start with these papers, so the grant is built into the wish! What about you?"
""I wish people welcomed more softness into their lives. In a world that strives to make soft people hardened, remaining soft is the most radical form of rebellion possible."
"You're just trying to not get bullied about your plushie collection," Rhona shot good naturedly as she stretched to tie her wish to the tree. Misha came up behind her and lifted her by the waist to assist. She only wriggled a little at the surprise, and kicked to announce that she was ready to be lowered again.
"I mean Xi Wang gets it. Nissa isn't exactly sad about the collection either, by the way."
"And speaking of Nissa," Rhona cooed, flicking the wish Misha had taken with a wicked little grin. "You gunna stop being a wimp about how you feel and tell her?"
This time Misha paused, laughing nervously, and hid his blush with a duck of his head. Because Rhona was right. He was being a wimp about how he felt. He was hiding behind excuses and assumptions...
"Yeah," he finally sighed, snagging two star charms and ignoring the way Rhona gasped and clapped. "Yeah, I think it's about time."
