rests her head in his shoulder. 😴😴
S econd itineraries of serendipity were infrequencies, a seldom phenomena in universal truths, often extinct and unappreciated by those fortunate enough to receive its blessings of better, contented, results. - He had not been one of those individuals, had not been remotely senseless to constraint and cast doubt upon this eventuality of fortuity. - To this slumbering twilight evening, he is incessantly indebted to the divinity of destiny to have gifted him the opportunity to at present perch atop the squad fifth's veranda in tranquillity together with another he cherished seemingly more than his own breath affluent lungs. - Weary Teal eyes, whole with prudent influence and childhood transience, are attentively scrutinizing the luminescent exhibition of vibrant stars that broadcasted so beautifully throughout the broad expanse of the sky aloft the crowns of innocent children deceitfully generated into belligerent vessels of bloodletting wars.
She was here. And she was warm.
Emotions commenced to swell alike an infected bite.
Albeit, she, a precarious, slumbering, peach vulnerably leaned ‘gainst his rigid, and partially trembled, shoulder, had mentally and emotionally suffered far more than he had in her duration as a lieutenant. Betrayed, exploited, and thrown away sans any considering thoughts by one she so idolized, one he so loathed, but more regrettably, and the most grievous element forevermore written, with ichor-splattered bristles, within her character’s story was that she could have potentially been murdered ... by his own untrusting hands. - Hands who pledged to protect her from harm, to keep their friendship at a positive bay in spite of changes and ever growing distances decades ago. Childish ambitions crushed by the realities of a world forged by the cruelest of equaled men and women. The sounds of her breathing, the motion of her chest as it elevated and descended, in a rhythmic pattern, caught his attention whilst forlorn thoughts rummaged through his head in the likeness of tempestuous negations. - She could have died by his reckless inabilities yet she holds confidence in him still.
------------------- She was alive. An extremity hides his face then -- She was alive. And he’s thankful the cicadas were singing this night. So Hirako Shinji could not hearken his stifled-up snivels.
