❝I ’ M going to take my bow and disappear into the sound. I’m leaving my cage on the ground. When I take my bow, I’ll watch it burn to the ground.❞
There one could see a young Queen sprawled in the grass, her hair pooling about her head in a dark halo. Her eyes are trained on the sky above, a single hand stretched out as though to touch the clouds. She imagined a future free from the scars that hide beneath her skin, to be rid of that cage that had tortured her mind. What a life that would be…
he listens almost PENSIVELY to the song his daughter sings , wondering if it might be wise to invade such a bittersweet tranquility . the day is BEAUTIFUL , and she looks heavenly framed by the verdant grasses , something so INEXPLICABLY holy about nature’s floral frame about her . yet , alucard dares himself to APPROACH , hoping that his presence wouldn’t defile or sully and afternoon such as THIS . he crouches , beginning to absently stroke fingers through ebony strands , soothing and simply THERE .
‘ ... what song is that ? did you think of it yourself ? ‘