mortevatem:

   _{There she went again, avoiding topics and speaking of other things. What a heart was or wasn’t was far beyond what he wanted to speak of, to enunciate or to discuss, because the honest truth was that he didn’t truly believe in them. Good people held hearts, and so did bad ones, and if he felt things because some thing in his chest said so, then he wasn’t really him in his opinion. He was just a vessel for an object, and that seemed wrong. So, of course, his chin dipped as she spoke, tried to excuse herself from his gifts and thoughts and with a sigh had he shaken his head.}

   _{Until she’d thanked him.}

   _{His gaze returned to her then, widened slightly with interest at such words, despite having heard them several times before. Stuck in his own stubborn ways, the boy’s weight shifted to the side with a cant of his head, a belief that he would still have his way firmly held in the back of his mind. It was just a birthday, a day to celebrate the life she held and rejected, whilst continuing to tell him to value his own. They were just a pair of hypocrites, it seemed, but they were comfortable that way. They would always look out for others more than they did themselves, and it made them content. “You’re welcome, but I’m not accepting no for an answer. It’s just a day. You can handle that.”}

         _{The idea of a day celebrating a birth was a nice one, and at the rate that they were going it wasn’t like she could continuously deny his giving her an official birthday. After dodging the entire subject once she had no choice but to accept it this time, and if she tried to escape the topic once more it probably would not end well. Hence the thanks that she gave, because in spite of her resistance to the idea she was still touched nonetheless that he wanted to give her a date that was labeled for her own birth. Proof of her existence, even though she was never supposed to exist to begin with.}

                           _{That was something that she had always accepted—}

                                             _{Yet Ace seemed to deny that.}

         _{So she nodded agreeably, because there was no harm in it. The only person who would know of this would be him anyways, her friend who gave her such a thing—March 14th, that was coming up wasn’t it?—and if anyone else knew it would be a pure coincidence. This knowledge was not the kind she would share freely, mostly because people would not ask to begin with. Asking for a date of birth occurred between new friends, most often, or were announced by the person themselves. ”Okay. You’re right, I’m sure that I can handle a day.”}