Nocturne's Lament Not unexpectedly, it had been another stressful day for him. The reasons for his stress are far from important in this scenario; the main aspect is the need he felt to get out of the castle and breathe in air untainted by the smell of ink and overworked bodies. The reason wasn't the cause of his fleeing, but the stress itself shoved him out the door and into the rain without an umbrella to shield himself.Nocturne's Lament by ~Kyori-Hiketsu
He couldn't find it in himself to regret not grabbing at least a raincoat before dashing out into the storm, more specifically because he was distracted almost immediately by the dirty man tucked between the roots of one of the many giant t
Circumstances Leo and Flynn,Circumstances by ~Kyori-Hiketsu
I'm sorry I haven't written in quite a while. Things have gotten complicated and it's been hard finding the time to write you two. Nothing exeptionally terrible has happened yet, but there was quite a brawl the other day when we caught a rival spy sneaking around our territory. Not that that's the reason I'm writing now, but I thought I should mention it.
In all honesty, I'm beginning to doubt my decision to come back here and help out my unofficial family, because of the possible outcome lurking not too far away in the shadows. These people are important to me, but they're not as important as you two, and I would rather not
Just a Kid Outside, the kids of the neighborhood ran around each other, their jovial laughter drifting to ears out of sight. It was unclear what they were playing, but it was obvious they were enjoying it anyway.Just a Kid by ~Kyori-Hiketsu
One of the kids stopped in their tracks and pointed to the sky, not in awe of something mixed among the clouds, but as if a thought had just hit them that he found incredible. The other children stared in confusion, until the same kid pulled a cloth out of his pocket; he explained something that the kids' silent, unknown observer couldn't hear, and before long the other children were just as animated.
The observer allowed the smallest of smil
Back Home At the head of the group was the Prince, called only that by a majority of those following behind him; he glanced over his shoulder occasionally to see if everyone still followed, but said nothing. At the back was the soft spoken servant who had somehow managed to find herself in a position of power in the army; she kept her eyes down and her hands together to avoid eye-contact with those in front of her. It bothered them, the Prince especially, that she didn't bother, or hadn't considered, keeping her inferiority complex a secret; she openly and unyieldingly acted like the servant she had introduced herself as while not in the fraBack Home by ~Kyori-Hiketsu
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