Thick, heavy clouds rolled by in pairs, each suggesting rain. The people of Athens would be thankful for the downpour after a month of dry, hot weather. He would have to agree, not being enthusiastic about traversing Greece wearing the black, stuffy coats the Gold Saints wore on missions.
With this Cloth slung over his shoulder, hidden from sight by rough cloth, Albafica could feel the humidity making his hair stick to his face as he followed the scarcely populated road. Dirt clung to his boots as he walked, peering up at the sky. This mission wouldn’t last long, he hoped. A simple scouting, little altercation. It left him feeling strange, though, as the road grew emptier.
I could tell you it’s the heart, but what is really killing him is loneliness. Memories are worse than bullets.
To know what a person has done, and to know who a person is, are very different things.
Beautiful things don’t ask for attention.
Each time he entered the garden, he always tried to focus on something other than the roses, and to avoid them, he’d tried flourishing his garden with normal flowers. The roses mingled with his cosmo stayed in the rose field, though a healthy amount remained in the back of his personal garden. Quick protection, he’d always thought. This small detail always seemed important to him somehow, as he bent down to gently press down loose dirt around a lily in full bloom, he did find comfort.
There weren’t many extra flowers, but they were enough to keep him grounded somehow. Albafica sighed and hastily tied his hair back with a stray strip of cloth, admiring his work. Everything was easier when he was distracted.
*Screams from the top of a mountain*
- Please do not automatically assume that my character is going to know who yours is if this is our first time interacting
- Please do not claim that your character knows really personal stuff and/or everything about my character because it makes both the mun and muse extremely uncomfortable
- Please do not claim that your character is a family member or friend/companion of my character’s without discussing it with the mun beforehand
There is a sacredness in tears….They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition and of unspeakable love.
Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer.