#grey reflections

[cumuluslife]

Lake Keitele, 1905 Akseli Gallen-Kallela Finnish, 1865-1931 Oil on canvas, 53 x 67 cm Lahti Art Museum, LTM D 12

[fxdelitas]

Willard: Savor what you have, or get the hell out of my sight.

Rosa: But you're in my room

[abittersoldier]

Grey Reflections((Willard/Rosa))

The past few days had been dreary.  Connor had been called upon by the Ylissean Army, and his interactions with Rosa had been strenuous.  At best.  He had taken to doing everything in his power to avoid the aloof Dark Flier.

Something was bothering him however.

Occasionally when he returned, he would hear muffled sobs coming from the room Rosa was using.  He dismissed it at first, for why would the dismissive and calculating Rosa be shedding tears?  It wasn't until about the fifth time that he stopped dismissing it, and began to become slightly worried.  As horribly as he could treat someone, he would never wish true despair on them.

After the tenth time, he had become incredibly curious, and his curiosity had gotten the better of him.  After returning to their lodging late in the night, he was greeted by the sobbing again.  His interest now piqued, he quietly walked over to the room, and knocked, calling out, "Oy Rosa!  You alright in there?"