it’s december and how he loathes it, with each passing second that became minutes that became days, to weeks and eventually months – finally falling to years. the velvet attendant decided to at least visit the timeline where he had lost his life to save the world but it wasn’t his, per say. at the elephant in the room there had been some commotion with his appearance and attention towards the wings on the side of his head but he couldn’t care less.
what was much more important was the takoyaki stand before him and the contemplative look upon his face as his mouth watered at the too nostalgic scent. did he forget about the possibility of having another wildcard in this timeline and that he should have kept himself in the velvet room for safekeeping? even if he were to, he tended to ignore the safety precautions for the sake of his own comfort.
damaged hands would idly mess with the hardcover of his deep blue compendium and he’ll let out a breathless sigh, head now turning to the left as his golden eyed gaze stared at the dirtied earth. he couldn’t choose and each passing second did his bones ache, did his ribcage wish to explode with flowers and butterflies to indicate that an impending death were to draw near.
but…but takoyaki…!
how he did want some right now…
akin SENTIMENT can be shared regarding TROUBLESOME month, one that has BROUGHT so many discoveries, either for GOOD or bad, and that certainly DRAINS not only physical strength BUT also mental, significant decision ABLE to change course of fate resting UPON shoulders of who ONCE played a simple highschooler ROLE. no major preoccupation than MAKE it through the day on THIS new location has been IMPOSED as home. o’, laughable NAIVENESS was your mistake, moonish MARTYR.
yet, he endures. taking whatever COMES in silence; collected, composed, as life TAUGHT him. even within current PREMISE brushing edges of PARABLE as similar other wanders around OWN period. questions arise, ALTHOUGH those are saved for next OCASSION where flamboyant HOST in secret room surrounded by INDIGO silk could give direct explanation. PERHAPS a new chance is flourishing, to delete TORMENT and fix cracks, building a FUTURE to enjoy, without betrayals or KILLING involved. sweet irony, HOW before interest was distant FROM caring about others, but here LAYS laconic boy, striving to FOUND bliss for everyone.
❛ ... you should eat it. ❜ first SYLLABLES kiss chill atmosphere, grades DESCENDING in winter temperature while DEXTEROUS appendage extends to reach SO craved snack. ❛ if you’re hungry, you should eat it. ❜ repetition emphasize PERMISSION, pads palpating END of wooden stick to PROMPTLY grab it, pinching a juicy ROUND bun and offering SAME towards alternate SELF.