Gestures That Would Make Me Fold :

his last unfulfilled wish.

— featuring. sunday x gn!reader

synopsis: before departure, sunday needed to bid you his farewell and make his silent amends, rather than leaving his emotions unsolved.

contains: 1k7 word vomit, 2.7 quest spoilers, angst (& fluff <<< clickbait), childhood bestfriend implication, messy emotions, minor character studies (if u squint), meeting you after he met robin first.

forenotes: sunday is such an overthinker and lana del rey coded to me. however i’m not content with how i write the siblings here so i’m sorry if it doesn’t sit right with you crowbie 😭😭

header img by 隐世樱yyy on weibo. kindest regards to my two pookies @akutasoda and @vxnuslogy for brainrotting with me and proof-reading this piece for me, i love yall so much!

🎼  — ( ding ding!! a message for crowbie @asundries / @rainswept the receiver! )

merry christmas my dear director crow :stares_at_you: are you surprised that i am your secret santa ? (somebody is definitely not ready for sunday angst as a christmas gift ngl.) BRO IT'S YOU HAHAH.

jokes aside for now... iko wants to say that she is very blessed to have such a wonderful friend like you to be around, she hopes your relationship will continue to thrive and maintain as you both step into 2025 ahead! with every kindest words and this piece dedicated to you, she is once again wishing you a merry christmas and a happy new year! xoxo.

“dear mr. sunday, you have now finally witnessed the sun, your wish has been fulfilled.”

in the seemingly deafening silence of the radiant orange-hued sky, sunday stood still.

“however, before you depart,” that indistinct voice was a light and gentle echo but felt dripped with sarcasm in his ears—he believed it was his heart that spoke. the wistful glint in his eyes betrayed the repetitive chant of his rational determination, sabotaging and leaving him slightly wavered about his predetermined decision.

“are you completely certain you would leave penacony behind without regrets?”

was a prime fugitive like him allowed the privilege of deciding such a personal matter? ironically, he wouldn’t want his answer to that question to be anything else.

“…no, i do not.”

not when he never got the chance to justify himself to you before the day he abruptly vanished. vividly, it haunted him—your sad smile haunted him, indicating that he once again had disappointed somebody, and it shocked him at how he never planned that ‘somebody’ to be you. (he never planned to disappointed anyone, really.) it was almost laughable at one’s stupidity, the one who refused to recognise that your reaction he observed this time was never akin to the momentary awkwardness in your voice caused by his usual polite and harmless nonchalance to your little silent declarations out of affection. he heard your love, yet he had never responded.

contrary to the cold and refreshing thin air it seemed, the tip of his tongue felt bitter. sunday knew it all too well. it was the guilt of turning you down and neglecting you for more significant matters that he grew tired of experiencing once more; typically, all of his doubts could only be dissipated as soon as the bright smile he adored written on your face not long later, you seemed to be unfazed quick enough—a truly admirable yet disheartening scene he witnessed; carefree and understanding, that was what you were. 

(sunday never admitted it but your radiant smile was the cause of the thumping heart in his chest, one that made his collected facade falter ever so slightly when looked at, and one suddenly brewing his stomach with guilt each time it didn’t match with your soulless gaze.)

sceptical, cunning man in the way he was, sunday was unsure if that was the very last time he ever saw you like that again after he had failed you so many times before…

you would come back, yes. that was what you’d always done, wasn’t it?

that was what you had always done.

not this time, though… you left him awaiting.

and when he was standing next to you in his cowardice disguise in the light but freezing-cold evening, admiring the way you blew out on your fingers gracefully, hot breaths turning into smoke, that breathtaking smile still, lips plumped red like roses in the white snow, the world stilled for a moment. (he wished it would last forever.) you looked happy and bright, he couldn’t search anywhere in your eyes for the adoration you once harboured, the one that used to be easily spotted every time your eyes met.

maybe you just didn’t know that the one you were conversing with wasn’t a mere dreamweaver.

maybe you still had feelings for him… maybe, it simply wasn't appropriate to discuss such private matters with a passerby, a fact he completely agrees.

but were you, though? after all this time? sunday felt his chest heavy. you were there, like a star within reach, but far enough to only be observed in the radiant sky. then suddenly and a little too late, it came to his perception that his heart had long been beating for you. and at the biggest loss of it all was he only realised, you and robin, were everything he had left. 

was he too late to make amends?

you were beautiful, he’d take that. not to mention the way your hand loosely clung onto the smooth material of your slightly worn-out scarf. a maroon colour that utterly complimented your skin tone, he recognised that scarf.

“you have an exquisite scarf… it suits you.” 

the dreamweaver couldn’t help the words that slipped “her” lips, “she” mentally cursed “herself” for saying such an odd thing, but your light laugh after the bewildered look you gave dissipated every quickened pulse of “hers”, completely drew all of “her” attention to your graceful demeanour, rather than what you were saying by the moment.

“xipe up above… please, hear my plea”

“it was a gift from an old friend, whom i really cherished.” the glowy tint of your lips arched into a thin smile, and, dear aeons… there it was, that same endearing look with so much stars swimming in your eyes. the look of love.

(two winters ago, your endearing shy look, heated cheeks as you reached out for the delicately box in his hands—a simple present for you for the first holiday ever spent together as adults, your fingers brushing against the comforting material as you opened it, eyes glimmered with joy. of course he remembered. that expression of yours imprinted in his mind, confused but amused at how his little gift has an effect on you, you were an adorable thing if he must admit.)

“forgive my desperation to sin just this one last time.”

“he went away for some reasons, i believed it was the same reason why my adoration was left unrequited,” you looked up at the sky, nostalgic. “it’s a little embarrassing to admit, don’t you think?”

at your simple and hearty laugh, sunday could only manage a silent shaky breath.

“please, xipe.”

“i do miss him, dearly,” you let out a light chuckle, nuzzling your face against the fuzzy fabric with the corner of your eyes crinkled. “do you think that i would be able to see him again?”

— “please for once, allow me to be deserving of them, to make amends for everything i’ve damaged”

with certainty, in his heart, that ‘everything’ was you. never one-sided, never unrequited.

sunday thought about you, ignoring the blooming feeling of overwhelmed emotions, his steps were restrained from approaching closer. but then your final question had the words die on his tongue, lingering like an illness that couldn’t be cure.

would your paths converge underneath the sun?

reality is different. having come this far, the boat that used to guide sunday here was burnt down, and there was no way of turning back.

“i miss you, too, dearly.” he wanted to say. 

“i like you” or “the feeling is mutual” even, and how he wanted to tug the strands of your hair behind your ears like he always did back then the moment he saw them fell out of place. but sunday was still a coward. he wondered if you hated him, that you couldn’t bear witness the person you love disappeared then reappear and just begging for forgiveness, it kicked at his dignity and insecurities. perhaps… this barrier between you both was comfortable alright.

“i think he misses you, too.” words emboldened by the sudden courage but soon deflated when “she” meet your observant gaze. yeah… how could a nobody be so sure about that?

“…my apologies, please forgive such an bold assumption.” “she” cleared “her” throat.

“it’s okay, i’m glad that you get comfortable when talking to me.” and sunday realised that he had lost count of how many times he was mesmerized by the melody of your laugh, your soft hum.

the small talk could last for an eternity, that was the greediest wish sunday allowed himself to yearn for. (he thanked xipe for that.)

“mr. sunday, are you ready to board the express?” and he peeked over his shoulder. welt yang, his companion by pure serendipity, stopping on his steps and looked at him with anticipation.

by now, the sun has dipped deeper and almost disappeared in the horizon, purple-blue hued vast sky sprinkling with faint streaks of stars, city lights awaken, leaving the man with the small void in his chest, half-filled. heart spoke otherwise but mind obliged to the better, but wasn’t “better” always hurt most? it was all over, it’s time to go.

you studied the way robin was blowing out smoke, panting softly as she ran over to you not long after the fellow dreamweaver left. the expression on her face was what you couldn’t decipher, a frown was written, her smile was filled with sorrows, and it made you fumbled.

“it seems like you have met her, too.” she sighed with a smile, adjusting her scarf, which was also a gift from her dearest brother. 

the dreamweaver did say an odd thing earlier before “she” departed, though. “she” claimed to only knew a thing or two about beliefs, but then you sensed the dejection in “her” tone before “she” clasped “her” hand together and seeming to close “her” eyes and wish despite the machinery face.

a mutter of sincerest apologies and best wishes for the person “she” wished to make amends to, followed by shaky chants of whispered please’s that sure was heart-warming. then “she” looked at you, “her” wistful and delighted expression was seen through somehow, how confusing, yet so beautiful and sympathetic. 

and when “she” changed her gaze elsewhere, speaking out her final words before silence settled in between the two of you again.

“they mesmerised me, i should’ve recognised that sooner” and you think that was heartening. that it was good for her.

“i’m glad” said robin.

“you’re… glad?” you blinked, didn’t hold a grasp on why she seemed happy about it.

the singer only chuckled brightly, she nodded.

“what a pity that the story of yours was incomplete…” she trailed off.

“…[name], your name has been prayed.” you didn’t miss the way her eyes softened, a glowing hint of wetness then she looked away. “for now, we must wait for THEM to cast an eye upon his unfulfilled wish.”

when sunday was down on his knees, you were how he prayed.

(lol u thought.)

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List of “so tell me, how am I supposed to get over you when all I can dream about is you?” prompts

“I just can’t move on from you and it’s not doing me any good.” 

“You’re the hardest thing I’ve tried getting over. None of the attempts I’ve made have been successful so far.”

“Everywhere I go, all I see is your face. Tell me how that’s possible?”

“No rebounds is going to make me get over you, let’s be real.”

“I drink to forget, but somehow you come to the forefront of my mind regardless.”

“If a one night stand is supposed to mean nothing then I guess you’re not meant to be a one night stand for me.”

“Texting you is like an instinct of mine. Whenever something shitty or good happens, you’re the first person I want to tell that to — and then I remember you probably don’t want to hear from me at all.”

“I thought I was over you, but then you show up and prove me so wrong on that.”

“You don’t get to just show up at my door and expect me to be okay with it, knowing I still want you so fucking badly.”

“You’re drunk—” “I’m not drunk! Why can’t we”—a sob—”why can’t we go back to the way we were before?”

“I miss you so much. I know I shouldn’t, because you’re supposed to be my past, but I just… I just do.”

“My friends keep telling me to move on from you but tell me this: how the hell am I supposed to do that when there’re still pieces of you in my life? You left behind memories I can’t discard; pieces of you you told me to keep safe for you.”

“I never wanted to lose you like that.”

“Hi. I know I’m calling at an inconvenient time but— I’m sitting on the roof of my car, staring up at the sky, thinking about you; about how you used to sit next to me on top of this very car, staring up at the sky with me, and telling me how you were so excited to become my forever. And I keep wondering... What happened to change that?”

“I’m sorry I called you at one in the morning, sobbing my sorry heart out — I just— I miss you so much—”

affectionate things that makes me fall in love:

(tag me when yall writeee, feel free to use <3 @urfriendlywriter )

hugs. warm hugs.

when they accidentally fall asleep in your arms

just looking at each other fondly :(

holding hands !!

giving head or shoulder massages

when they're so patient, and understanding with you

cuddling and eventually falling asleep

when they're always giggling at your behavior

when it's hard for them to contain a smile, so they grin so wide it lights up your world >>>

the kindest "i hate you" followed by a contagious laugh

shifting glances all around the room when they get caught staring at you

the hand behind their nape, when they're embarrassed

they have never raised their voice around you, always talks softly

"I'm eternally yours, sweetheart" ^~^

when they lie on your lap

feeding you their cooking and hoping you'll like it

cheek kisses (can i pls evaporate)

adorable big eyes that widens a little when they listen to your rant keenly

the corners of their lips turning up before showing the most beautiful smile

the way their hair looks in the morning :')

when they play with your hair

gets shy or easily amused around you

says random "i love you"s throughout the day

the way their eyes crinkle when they smile

back hugsssssss

[healthy] secret relationship prompts

they try keep it a secret but everyone else knows

it's the rush of a secret that they both cherish

run an anonymous social media account

exchanging knowing looks in public -> words without saying them

sneaking out between breaks to say hello

their friends tried to set them up once before—it went terribly and now they keep up the facade to mess with them

they're shy

they like to mess with people.

a relationship then break-up for convenience reasons, though they fall in love behind the scenes just when one of them is introduced to someone new

friends who are part of opposing friend groups, but they don't want the attention if they're noticed hanging out together

someone in the centre of attention + someone hanging on the sidelines: they're fine as they are

one of them accidentally reaches out and now they're texting all the time

well-known Hollywood stars, who just so happen to be very private people

they unintentionally keep it secret

requested by anon

Hyunjin *to Seungmin*: to someone who is 70% water you don’t look very refreshing.

Jisung: BUUUURNN

Seungmin: water cannot be burned

Jisung: EVAPORATEEEE

angel baby | blue lock

— bllk boys as scenes/dialogues i’ve seen on tiktok

characters: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, itoshi rin, barou shouei x gn! reader

genre/warning: fluff, swearings, a small mention of violence

a/n: repost bcs tumblr is being a lil btch to me :/ also ill put the read more thing later I PROMISE but for now i just wanna post this 😭

isagi where the two of you somehow, one way or another, went through a rather harsh argument that almost lead to a breakup but he moves to grab a hold on your hands and intertwine your fingers together, navy blue irises smouldering with determination as he looks at you in the eyes, “no. i will not give up on you. you’re worth it, y/n. you always have been. i don’t care how long it takes but i’m gonna learn how to devour love you the right way. i’m not going anywhere.”

bachira where he playfully challenges you to a staring contest, his bright amber eyes burning into your own. his gaze so intense yet so loving it makes your eyes shy away, breaking eye contact as heat rushes to every part of your body (especially your cheeks which do not go unnoticed by your beloved meguru). a small curl of a teasing smirk appears on his face as he uses a knuckle to guide your eyes back to him by hooking it under your chin, “what’s wrong, honey? you’re getting all shy on me now, hm?”

reo where you’re feeling restless on one particular night, eyes wide open and body refusing to rest as you toss and turn in your bed. you stare blankly at literally nothing when suddenly the sound of your phone ringing enters your ears. reaching over to grab your phone on the bedside table, you quickly slide your finger on the screen when you see who’s calling. “hello?” you start. “i knew it. you can’t sleep, can you, baby?” his voice, deep and soothing to your ears says. you sigh, he knows you so well it’s kinda scary. “yeah, well… its 3 am so shouldn’t you be sleeping, reo?” you mutter. “with you? yes.” he replies back.

nagi where you come to his football match like you always do to support him, eyes immediately gravitate towards the snowy haired striker on the field like a strong magnetic pull. his smoky dark eyes sweep over the seats until they fall on you, his face contorting to a conflicted one; eyebrows furrowed, mouth pulling into a slight pouty frown that he himself probably doesn’t realize. oh, right. you’re not wearing his jersey. you watch as he jogs over to where his team’s manager is standing while holding a bag that seemed to be his. digging into it, he pulls out a spare jersey with his number and name on it before walking over to you. huffing slightly, you ignore the stares of almost everyone in the stadium with a blush on your face as he helps you put the jersey on. slowly blinking his eyes like an affectionate cat, he kisses you on the cheek with a murmur of “now you look even cuter, pretty thing.”

rin where the two of you got invited to a party by a friend, and you decide to dress up a little more than usual. twirling yourself in front of the mirror, you catch the teal gaze belonging to a certain striker in the mirror. “what do you think?” you inquire. he doesn’t say anything, only opts to intensely stare at your figure before he approaches you. opening a drawer nearby, he pulls out some decorative pieces before wearing them on his lithe fingers. “rings?” you ask with a confused tilt of your head. he only nods at your outfit, “just feeling like i’ll be knocking out a few guys tonight.”

barou where you accidentally got yourself injured to the point you have to limp your way to places. leaning your weight on the wall beside you, you warily eye him as he turns his back to you and squats down. you chuckle nervously, "no, it's fine, shouei. i'm heavy anyways." after hearing your absolutely ridiculous statement, he glances back to give you the stinkiest glare known to mankind. "y/n, you're not even half my warm-up weight. now get your ass on my back right now."

🦊🌿🌻

ONE KISS LESS

feat. nagi seishiro x gn! reader

prompt: "bend down a little so i can give you a kiss." (requested by anon for my 1k event! i think nagi is a bit ooc here but you know it's fine)

nagi is a tall guy for someone who's just eighteen years old. you on the other hand was stuck with a short height, just barely reaching 5'2. although there were some perks to being short, nagi loves teasing you about how short you are.

for example, you were struggling with getting the highest cup on the shelf because someone decided to be an annoying little shit and placed it there. however, instead of helping you, nagi only leans against the doorway, stifling a laugh, and said, "you look funny trying to reach the cup."

you gave him the biggest frown you could muster, "shut up and at least help me? don't just stand there and laugh at me!" nagi didn't help you, and instead gives you a smile and leaves. you ended up having to use a chair.

however, nagi being taller than you also has it's own perks. he was able to fully engulf you in a hug when cuddling, scaring weird people off when they try to talk to you because he towers over them, and many other things.

"sei, do you need anything from the grocery store?" you asked as you put your shoes on. when you don't hear a reply, you turn your head to the couch nagi was sitting on and see that he was too focused on his video game.

you sighed and walked over to him and stood in front of him, placing both hands on your hips. "sei, did you hear what i just said?"

"mm? yeah, i did," nagi replies, though his eyes did not leave his phone. "ah, i died." he lets out a sigh and finally looks at you.

"so? do you need anything?" you repeat the question.

"no, don't need anything," nagi replies, letting his phone fall down to the empty space next to him. "you're leaving now, right? bend down a little so i can give you a kiss."

you blinked and let out a laugh. "pft, that sounds funny when you're the one who says it. usually i'm the one who says that whenever you're about to go leave for practice. no wonder you find it amusing."

nagi gives you a glare and stands up, immediately becoming taller than you. "so? kiss me."

"okay that's not fair," you lift your head, annoyed that nagi was now standing. "you can't just stand up after i just said that!"

"hm? i don't like sitting around all day though," nagi teases, and you can't help but want to smack him. "kiss me, y/n."

you grit your teeth in annoyance and instead of kissing him, you turn around and walked to the door. "if you don't need anything else i'm leaving."

nagi makes a sound of surprise and quickly caught up to you, grabbing hold of your wrist as a pout forms on his face. "you can't just leave without giving me a kiss!"

"you were being annoying so no thanks," you give him a cheeky smile. "so if you don't mind, i'll be going-"

nagi suddenly pulls you into a kiss, briefly catching you off guard. your eyes widened in surprise, and when he pulls away, he gives you a smile. "mm, you were saying?" you opened your mouth to say something, but all you can do is just gape at him, cheeks turning red. "what? cat got your tongue?"

"nagi seishiro, what the fuck!" you exclaimed, smacking his forearm (gently of course).

taglist: @hyomagiri @tim-shii @fallenssun @17020 @saetoshi @inariezaki @venusbby @piichuu @yuansen @yuquinzel ♡ (let me know if you want to be added or removed! mutuals only)

here’s a preview of the model cyno x fashion designer reader fic i’m currently writing (it was @valeriesteashop ‘s lovely idea!!)

the wc is currently 10.5k (yes a longggg standalone fic..) and i’ve still got a couple small bits left to write but expect this sometime soon! these are a few extracts/scenes from the fic, you might have seen some of these from the rbs on valerie’s post (this is taking forever but bear with me 😭).

p.s i am so sorry if you’ve seen this before this is a repost, i’ve had problems with my previous side blogs being hidden and i have no idea why lol common tumblr problems ig. hoping this will actually stay up😭

cw for mild mild suggestiveness after the second // ?? it’s barely there but just in case

waking up at first light was habitual to him, as were the gentle, firm kisses he pressed to your back of your shoulders and the crook of your neck, his mouth meeting your skin with the tenderness of someone who wished to wake their sleeping lover kindly, delicately, and gently, with fragments of his boundless love left with each small parting of his lips against your soft skin. because for you, he would’ve hated to abruptly shatter whatever peaceful state you’d been in as you slept. moments like these felt awfully domestic to him, though a small part of him, as young and unconcerned with lovey-dovey familial matters as he was, was grateful that in you there was a home for him. his lips curved into a smile as you’d been roused from your sleep, but you buried your face back into your pillows as you hummed, exasperated by the early start to the day he’d been trying to get you up to.

//

thick skin was needed for both designers and models alike, with the former being criticized for a lack or an abundance in creativity, for harsh critics would find flaws in any and everything regardless of how passionate a designer was in their work. and for the latter, their looks would be the focal point and many models had succumbed to the insecurities created by cruel words, leaving the industry to pursue work that would hopefully be kinder to them. even cyno couldn’t say he’d never felt the same way they did. it was a difficult profession you worked in, and he admired your creativity and desire to express, even though you withstood the blunt remarks and unkind feedback. you had a passion, one that burned and fueled your desire to have your art in the world, for it to be appreciated, recognized, coveted, yet it was contradictory to the fact that you didn’t wish to make your devotion into a business.

//

when he looks back around the time when he first met you, and everything that had transpired as a result of the tentative smile he’d given you. he knew that when you made your first advance, it had just been a fleeting moment of your curiosity getting the better of you, and that you had no particular reason for why you started what occurred that day. he thought that for certain, he had fallen harder and had also been the one to fall first. at first, the idea of it was just about ridiculous to him, leaving him frustrated and questioning what possibly could’ve compelled him to feel this way. it was only something simple and meaningless to you. you were just testing the waters, dipping your foot in experimentally and at the time he couldn’t help it, he all but fell in. probably with a tremendous splash too, metaphorically.

he still remembers the first time you touched him with surprising clarity. he’d been alone with you in the little studio where you worked, draping various fabrics across his chest, gauging which color would best fit his bronze skin. the golden light of the lamp in the corner lit a shadow across the room, illuminating your relaxed expression and the easy smile you gave him. he had you in close proximity to him, wanting to reach out and hold you to him, but never doing so in fear of overstepping your boundaries and the myriad of thoughts you had been puzzling out intently. then you trailed a finger across his skin, dragging along the defined planes of his face, admiring him as though he was so unimaginably beautiful that you could not take your eyes off him. and to you, that he was, your eyes never leaving his until you shifted your hand to cup his jaw, leaning in to brush your lips against his as eyelids fluttered shut and gentle exhales resounded in the little space between you. you were daring, with the way you kissed him again, parting your lips ever so slightly, an invitation to him. that which he gladly took, and he kissed you deeply that night in the dim light of your studio. he burned with longing, felt it as clear as day even with you right in front of him, and held you closer and closer to him, his body warm and flush against yours.

//

and he thought he would’ve reminisced over past teenage romances with you the whole night, if he could’ve.

“were you madly in love then?”

you grinned mischievously, before turning on your side to watch his expression. “yeah. i was.”

he smiled, reaching up to pinch your nose as you faked an exaggerated frown. “bullshit. you’re just trying to make me jealous.”

you cracked up as you flopped back onto the grass and laid down with a sigh. “you know, i wish it’d been you.”

“me?”

“yeah. i wish i’d met you before, all those years ago.”

“me too. it should’ve been you.”

you smiled, and simply rested your head on his shoulder. he reciprocated, leaning against you and feeling at peace with the silent joy that accompanied the fuzzy warmth he felt in his rapidly beating heart.

⋆‧͙˚*✧•̩̩͙*˚  Fairytale  ˚*•̩̩͙✧*˚‧͙⋆

I thought that writing Herbarium would free me from the Capitano agenda. But I was wrong and now we have a side story + epilogue written from Capitano’s POV…….pls don’t expect much from this, as it’s just a collection of dark fluff and bonus scenes which take place throughout Herbarium. Also, three cheers for Sumeru update ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

To those who previously enjoyed Herbarium, I hope you enjoy this fic and don’t mind me tagging you. I will forever be grateful for your feedback!! And thank you once again to my dear friend @diodellet​ for peer-reviewing another self-indulgent fic :’>

Tw:: YANDERE, unhealthy relationships, kidnapping, violence, blood, murder, psychological trauma, mention of child abuse, mention of nsfw, spice, MINORS DNI

Note:: Female reader described as physically weak and smaller than Capitano, pre-release characterization of Capitano which will likely be obliterated by canon lore

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i. Once upon a time, an unlikely romance blossomed between a Monster and a Damsel.

The battlefield is a merciless place. A corner of the world nourished by violence and bloodshed, a place where only the strong could lay claim to honor and victory. For as long as he had been a Fatui Harbinger, Il Capitano had full control over this domain.

On the battlefield, there is no chance to appreciate the beauty of the natural surroundings, not when all would eventually be sullied by blood and death.

And yet here he is, standing in a peaceful meadow so far removed from the reality of the world. Having fallen victim to an opponent like no other, whose weapons take the form of melancholic glances and immortalized flowers.

“This is for you.”

She gives him flowers again. The dandelions are pressed between two sheets of parchment paper, puffy seeds flattened and denied of their promised liberation.

And just as he had done with that fateful bunch of windwheel asters, Capitano accepts her gift.

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