#simple draft

[sorveteir]

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[picmurasaki]

How are you, Eleanor? You doing okay?

She smiled back, right then and there. I am now, Rokurou. Thank you.

From @zarahjoyce’s fic Spiral Hail - Yawn

Something happy with this ship once in a while is nice until my headcanon LoC!Rokurou happens, that is. |||orz

Anyways… enjoy?(; ﾟﾟ)♥

[causedandcreated]

There were five of us left afterwards. The Revolutionaries, we called ourselves. We had met in the abandoned greenhouse behind the row of weeping willows in the graveyard. Sometimes, I would find myself to be the only one left going to the meetings with no one but the statues to keep me company as the vinyl's spun dizzily on their turntables.

It was those late days of autumn, the professors turned a blind eye to us and payed more attention to The Situation at hand. The Situation we had caused. I couldn't get Demetrius’ cold eyes and soft hair splayed beautifully around her. Her golden hair surrounding her like the rays of light from the Sistine Chapel. 

The cold, misty mornings made the loneliness creep into my bones the way a bout of sadness could. I would sit in the graveyard sometimes from the early morning until the late hours of the night watching the sun and clouds crawl by. The warm golden light brought me some comfort, at least. At least something could.