Farewells

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. 

bloodypisces:

by 大盛

bloodypisces:

by 大盛

I could tell you it’s the heart, but what is really killing him is loneliness. Memories are worse than bullets.
—Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind (via quotes-shape-us)
wyventrue:

大盛

wyventrue:

大盛

To know what a person has done, and to know who a person is, are very different things.
—Hannah Kent, Burial Rites (via quotes-shape-us)
Beautiful things don’t ask for attention.
—James Thurber, The Secret Life of Walter Mitty (via quotes-shape-us)
Distractions

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*

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