Aug 4, 2015
⚬ violaceous-sorrow.
❝... Akira?❞
A hand is being raised as Mado carefully touches the shoulder of his daughter, shaking it softly, trying to wake her up. She fell asleep while studying again and even if he doesn’t like the fact that her sleeping schedule could be better, seeing her spirit grow to do the same things as he does every day ... it fills him with pride. Still, if she wants to sleep, she has to get to bed and if she would’ve been younger, he could’ve just carried her there, but now - well, now, her pride is in the way. A small laugh escapes his lips at the thought. They really are father and daughter, aren’t they. ❝Come on, go to bed. You can continue working tomorrow, the books won’t run away from you.❞