The Crystalli; a picturesque scene of beauty. Cascading waterfalls, turquoise blue waters, greenery that stretched end upon end. Amagiri pondered on whether heaven could boast such quintessential scenery. A question for another time, perhaps.
White bangs balanced themselves neatly, framing a slightly thin and angular face. Colourless eyes looked almost dormant as they stared endlessly towards the aforementioned environment. The young mage had dressed down for such an occasion, a simple long-sleeved white shirt and black pants. His feet remained bare; pale skin dipped in crystal clear waters. The dampened spray exuded a degree of warmth to the touch--resonating up Amagiri's skin to deliver a substantial feeling of luxuriousness.
"This is the life.." he remarked softly, draining himself of the dormant gaze to adopt a more resigned and thoughtful posture. "This is how I want to shape the world.. Set everyone's feelings of hated aside so we can all appreciate what's around us, rather than what's before us."
Realizing he was talking to himself, Amagiri delivered a sharp thwack to the back of his head before recommencing his period of relaxation. Arms extended behind him and his back arched. His neck tilted while the two tufts of white hair that obscured his face before parted on either side. The sun's rays caught him perfectly. A fluorescent glow replaced the pale texture of his skin.
With all light comes shadow.
Darkness stained the grass behind him in the form of a sentient silhouette. It's figure contorted and writhed. Clearly Amagiri's contentedness irritated the being and it wasn't long before it spoke out. A hateful and manipulative tone broke through the crisp air like a blade through flesh.
"Fortune favors the bold, little one." Amagiri's eyes narrowed. His body didn't move though; this was an encounter he was all too familiar with. "You think sitting on your ass watching the world go by, pleading for peace, will get you anywhere? Actions speak louder than words. If you want peace, you have to fight for it with blood."
A fist clenched. Tufts of grass swooped through the air as Amagiri's instincts took over. Faster than the lightning that he sometime exhibited control over, his arm swung. The shadow faded from existence. He was alone again.
The man's breathing was rapid whilst he shook his head a few times; his relaxation officially disrupted. A great exhaustion overtook him and his body collapsed against the grass; a sigh of exasperation escaping his lungs.
"Will I ever catch a break?"
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