Let the
poison sink in
let it leave its mark
there used to be a likeness, used to be a spark. but communication let it go to far. come closer, deep down, you might like what i've found. i am not what i've done, what i've become. can't fight these bad intentions. i thought i was the victim, i played it well. sifted through the wreckage, couldn't find myself. i tried to be salvation, tried to make it change. oh, i've gone to far, please look the other way.
The mound of deep blue drifted against the soft wind, flawlessly aligning in every precise place each time it descended against the firm crown of the male. Ivory roofing was torn off the moving carriage, and for once, Sin, wielded a sense of composure within himself. He wasn't in some ghostly forest, nor' was he coiled around crowds of people. For once, he lastly had liberated from the clutches of his intimidating team-members, and now situated himself toward the aged village of Beanstalk.
The job was a simple one. Something about seeking for an elderly lady's missing cat, which, for him, felt much more secure and entertaining than retrieving somebody from a violent lycan, or getting mauled by bandits. His heart couldn't urge the will to arose against such tasks by himself, if he attempted doing so, he'd just begin wailing like a child. Memory of the job before came to his mind, neck craning back as his golden tinted hues clashed with the vast blue sky. Sin mused how pathetic he had been that time, or how much of a strain he was to handle with his team-mates. How he pondered why they even continued to keep him around when all he could do was shake in place.
When will that day come.. Hikari? The times when I was as brave and courageous as you.. with this assembled in his mind, the carriage came to a halt, embracing his attention as he leaned back up. The village was precisely up ahead, and the aged man who had provided him a ride hesiantly gestured for him to hop off. "U-Um.. Thank you." mumbling as his feet met the ground, the man barely lowered his head in brief recognition of the youth before steering into the other direction without another word.
The job was a simple one. Something about seeking for an elderly lady's missing cat, which, for him, felt much more secure and entertaining than retrieving somebody from a violent lycan, or getting mauled by bandits. His heart couldn't urge the will to arose against such tasks by himself, if he attempted doing so, he'd just begin wailing like a child. Memory of the job before came to his mind, neck craning back as his golden tinted hues clashed with the vast blue sky. Sin mused how pathetic he had been that time, or how much of a strain he was to handle with his team-mates. How he pondered why they even continued to keep him around when all he could do was shake in place.
When will that day come.. Hikari? The times when I was as brave and courageous as you.. with this assembled in his mind, the carriage came to a halt, embracing his attention as he leaned back up. The village was precisely up ahead, and the aged man who had provided him a ride hesiantly gestured for him to hop off. "U-Um.. Thank you." mumbling as his feet met the ground, the man barely lowered his head in brief recognition of the youth before steering into the other direction without another word.
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