Sep 17, 2023
I'm feeling sentimental so here goes...
I wonder how many nights Yuu's spent standing in the barrenness and breeze of Ramshackle's front porch, hands loosely wrapped around their torso in an attempt of warmth or comfort. It is dark, and quiet, and still. The world seems all asleep— all but them as their mind wanders back to their world. It is cold and it is heavy and it is so, so lonely... until a glimmer of green catches their gaze and a horned young man stands with them. He speaks, listens, and stays. At odd times of night, plagued by homesickness or dreams, Yuu no longer feels so alone.