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— love is (ir)rational. ft. veritas ratio

— warnings: angst and breakups

— author's note: incredibly self-indulgent and heavily influenced by tiktoks and mitski songs. the last statement is from this article so please give it a read since its very interesting !!

to say that your relationship with veritas ratio was hanging by a thread was an understatement.

you tried your hardest to sweep every argument at night when you enter his office under the rug and prayed to the aeons that he'd forget it when morning came; you never learned how to deal with confrontation, so you did what you do best: avoid the situation entirely at all cost.

playing as the fool who couldn't see the cracks in your already fragile situation with ratio but still clinged onto the tiniest of hopes that everything will be fixed. that no argument between you two would actually leave you to split paths. you always found a way to one another, a middle ground you had unspokenly created. you always made it work. you had to make it work.

“this is not going to work, [name]!” he shouts as you fight back tears.

“you don't know that! we always make it work don't we, veritas? you can't just decide stuff like this on your own!” you argue with him the best you could, but veritas ratio was a genius. 

you will never win an argument against him.

“this is hurting us. you.” he sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “we can't continue like this, and you know it.”

“then continue to hurt me.” you desperately try to claw into your lover's mind. trying to keep any piece of him because it was better to not have anything at all. “i don't care if it hurts, veritas! if it's you then it's fine, i can look past it.”

you look like a scared animal, desperate for love and the need to feel something, even if it was pain.

“we'll be fine, veritas.” you clutch onto your shirt as tears pricked your eyes. “we have to! you promised me!”

ratio was a logical man. he was a genius. someone who should've been acknowledged by nous themselves. but at this very moment, he realizes that no amount of academic knowledge will compare to the flurry of the unknown emotional wreckage that is you. someone who thinks too much of love. bewitched with the prospect of love instead of their actual partner - him.

“veritas, please… we can still make this work.”

the diplomas of his achievements were a farce; a big hoax to hide the hollowness that resides within where his heart should be.

“you and i both know that we were both too far gone to save.”

ratio closes his eyes. trying his best to rid the hurt and shrinking image of you from his mind. 

“you don't know how to love yourself.” you avoided the truth to protect yourself, he traversed the universe to make the truth known. “how can you expect me to give you the love you want when you don't even know what it is?”

what an ugly pair you two make.

“that's bullshit!” you were gasping for air. scavenging your mind to try and find a way to refute him like you always do. “i want you, veritas! do you not understand that?”

“no.” he answered with a shake of his head. “no, i do not, [name].”

you feel your already broken heart crack a little more.

“that stuff is all bullshit.” your whisper now was just above whisper. “so what if what you said is true? you loved me at least didn't you?”

veritas didn't like the way you looked at him. so full of loneliness and fear. that look didn't suit you, not in the slightest.

“that's all i needed, veritas. you loved me so much i forgot what it felt like to hate myself.”

to love means to surrender intellectual control; veritas ratio cannot rationalize love even if you told him otherwise. but there was one thing you didn't tell him - one thing you refused to tell veritas ratio.

‘if your partner has inherently good qualities, but your love for them is based on a projection of your fantasy onto them, your love does not fit the qualities of the beloved that fueled your love. your love fails to be epistemically justified.’

— [name], ????. the emotion that is love.

© vxnuslogy 2024. please do not copy, repost, or translate any of my works.

You mention to Wriothesley that you like his hands one evening. He doesn’t respond right away, just watches the way your delicate fingers trace over his skin, along each scar on his strong knuckles from boxing a ton and the barely noticeable healed cuts and calluses on the expanse of his large palm.

He enjoys the feeling of your touch, no matter how small and casual it makes him feel grounded. But he can’t imagine there’s anything to like about his rough, scarred, and battered hands. So naturally he’s a little curious about your comment, and a part of him believes that you’d think otherwise if you knew what he’s done with them before.

“Oh—? Is that so?” He raises an eyebrow and inquires with a chuckle as he smiles down at you. “And what’s so special about my hands?”

You offer an affectionate hum, a soft nod of your head as you make out the many reasons why his hands are special. They are nothing short of powerful and masculine—for they display the tales of his past and the result of his sentence by the judgment of the Oratrice. The scars on his body are a testament to his hardships and survival, the physical reminders of the pain and suffering he has gone through.

And yet, they show the strength of his kind heart and how he worked so incredibly hard to build a good life and make a name for himself while extending his generosity by providing comfortable living conditions in the Fortress of Meropide under his orders.

“They’ve been through so much. But they're always gentle when it matters." Wriothesley’s expression softens at your answer and he pulls you impossibly close to his chest where you’re settled on his lap, pressing a light kiss just below your earlobe. He rests his chin upon your shoulder, leaning in a little more and closing his eyes for a moment, quietly taking solace in the feeling of you in his embrace. He may be many things but the word gentle was never taken into consideration.

“Some things require a gentle hand. And they’ve learned how to treat their partner well.” There’s a teasing lilt in his voice and his fingers intertwine with yours as he slowly lifts it to kiss each one of your knuckles with the utmost care and tenderness to make his point. “You really don’t find the scars distasteful, in any way?”

You make a small noise and shake your head, and you hope he knows that you've never seen it as an issue. Because more importantly, you pay attention to how your hands fit perfectly together and how he never seems to be the one to let go first.

Semi-motivational quotes from Hayao Miyazaki