Oct 12, 2016
@withoutglory
“I’m not... I’m not seeing things am I...?”
For once, Yuichiro’s will wavers. Katana pointed, mouth agape -- everything is too good to be true, and the flickering hope threatening to die out bursts like a rekindled flame in his chest. The battlefield roars in his ears, but time stands still for the boy stripped of his bloodline. He can only hope this is a ghost of his past, so that he can rid himself of it with the swipe of his blade. The retainer hesitates, sword lowering in the slightest notion. He doesn’t realize his hand shaking.
“Hey... Mikaela...? Are you Mikaela...?!”