@reilyan said:“I like walking when the streets are empty.” | late night wandering starters ( accepting! )
with hands joined together , crimson red beads reflexing under the bright moon which stood up high above them , one edge placed between the palms of the hashira’s hands , the other wrapped around his wrists , himejima followed his companion’s pace with a steady motion of his own footsteps . the rock pillar nodded in agreement -- one of the things he enjoyed the most was the calm , quiet paths that lead them away from the state and into the mountains ; even if he couldn’t see , the scent of wisteria coming from the trees surrounding them was enough to make him picture the garden , flowers and leaves waggling , keeping up with the soft breeze that welcomed them as they walked.
no words have been said until now -- not coming from the pillar’s mouth . a sudden return . . . that was the only thing he had been told , leaving him with a little to speak .
❛ … due recent events , i suppose the streets are rarely ever empty now -- ❜
