𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐈𝐑, a frigid mantle barren of winking stars and promises but nonetheless gluttonous and ravenous in its perpetual hunger. Countless times before, has she fought with the urge to shout just how much she could comprehend him and his grief and countless times before, has she silenced such sentiments with the swift cruelty of a heartless butcher ⸻ He has come searching for salvation, not for the sentimental vicinity of a LOST SOUL whose existence has been sewn and tailored in the unblinking dark.
Bruised fingers find each other’s company as she folds her hands in front of her lap, a gesture that has recently begun to serve as a motivational and reassuring anchor ; when everything has been lost, one can solely depend on the touch of their own self ( gone are the times in which she could be cradled by the arms of her beloved family, amidst crane feather and armor plates, never to be harmed nor threatened ) . A furtive glance is thrown at him and Sonus finally breaks the silence. ❝ Do you have any peculiar tradition in Mount Suzuka ? Or any kind of festival that you particularly enjoy ? ❞ She knows not whether she is in fact poking at an open wound or whether she is pressing some soothing balm ‘pon it, but the reason at the core of her curiosity is soon explained. ❝ My grandfather often spoke of merry festivals held under the resplendent sun and he claimed that each time the whole island would be filled with nothing but LAUGHTER and songs for days. There were also some special dishes prepared and games for everyone and even wonderful prizes... I’ve always wanted to participate in something like this. ❞
.・༄ ♪ › cont ! @otakejin .
