It’s in my mind…
Sunday who viewed you as something akin to a god.
Sunday who worshipped you in Robin’s absence.
Sunday who would have done anything at your behest.
Sunday who did anything at your behest.
Sunday who, despite viewing you as such, refused to tell you anything about the inner-workings of Penacony.
Sunday who kept you ignorant for your own safety.
Sunday who acted as the perfect, welcoming head of oak family to you.
Sunday who acted as the kind, patient and innocent lover to you.
Sunday who went along with his plans under your gaze.
Sunday who just smiled and nodded, dismissing your concerns whenever you asked if he was alright.
Sunday, who, as he prepared to be a vessel for the order, wondered what you would think.
Sunday who buried those doubts along with his worries of the future.
Sunday who, as he was falling in Robin’s embrace, hoped with all his heart you wouldn’t be associated with his crimes.
Sunday who’s only request to his assigned guards was to not let you visit him during captivity.
Sunday who knew he wouldn’t be able to handle the disappointment and confusion in your eyes once you confronted him.
Sunday who escaped with a goal in mind: avoid you.
Sunday who didn’t not want to see you. Quite the opposite, actually.
Sunday who wanted to see you with all his heart, but knew your pure soul would try to help him.
Sunday who couldn’t allow even the possibility of you being hurt.
Sunday who carried his sins and burden to the Astral Express.
Sunday who’d secretly change the parlor car’s songs to your favorites when he could.
Sunday who would make your favorite dishes as his meal.
Sunday who did anything he could to try to make his own little pieces of you in his solitude.
Though in the end, Sunday who could never say goodbye.
“Sunday, my love.”
Same procedure: I’m posting a formatted, grammer checked + reread version of this on my main blog later.
Ig if it gets enough attention I’ll put a Sunday fluff idea [kinda like a part two to this] to paper and post it.
Earlier post’s base