ʳᵉᵇᵉˡˡⁱᵒⁿ.

here are some muses I’m going to add for now, off the top of my head.

22. — tomorrow 

  Tomorrow would be a new day– a new wind blowing, and another chance to start again. War left scars, some drew deeper than others and some would never be forgotten. Like waves on the sand, time would heal even the deepest wounds– at least that’s what everyone said. 

Mother 3 Sentence Starters || not accepting.

  Even though he was much younger than many people he knew and had fought with, he definitely had a lot of spirit and fight, and even admired such prowess that many had many years before they could even come close to such. Of course, it came with some recklessness but it was hardly anything, having seen many a young die on the battlefield. War was war, but he knew that age was never something to be judged by.

  He gave a small smile, glad to see the boy was back on his feet again– grasping his lance tightly in his hand. If he still had plenty of energy to go, as he spoke with a little flare in his voice, something he rarely felt, and it fired him up.

  Her weight leaning against him does not surprise him– his eyes shifting to look at her. Even though he knew not much of any form of familial bonding, somehow though many battles he had come to see Laei as one, a bond much stronger than he could have ever had with his real brother. 

  An arm reaches out to wrap around her in a semi-hug, hoping that it could somehow bring comfort, something that he wasn’t the best at. But war was much more harsh on different people, as he had grew numb to the screams and cries of war. A soft voice left his lips, trying to be as considerate as possible, knowing that such was never easy for others.

Mother 3 Sentence Starters || not accepting.

  A small chuckle escaped from his lips, feeling his lips curl as he wondered how on earth did Kamui come up with a joke like that. He certainly wasn’t used to hearing jokes like that– but he supposed that different places had different senses of humor, and it was enough to crack a smile from his lips. 

                              ‘ What a unique joke, I’ve never heard such before. ’

  In truth, he rarely had any time to make jokes, nor did he grow up around such that it was nice to at least know that there were times that he could let down his more serious demeanor to have a laugh once in awhile.

Mother 3 Sentence Starters || not accepting.

  There were many kinds of darkness– from the loneliness the night brought to pitch black darkness that invoked fear in so many people, and as a soldier, he had seen much more darkness than he would have liked to admit. The darkness formed in one’s heart, numbing the guilt of slaughtering men that were just like him weighed on his mind with such words, pondering any truth within them. 

  But such a mindset was better for morale, the idea of better days was much nicer– finding truth and reason to pick up a weapon and fight to protect such. Many people fought for their families, having people in mind that they would like to protect, and fighting through a darkness so that others may live brighter days, despite many never being graced with the sun’s light again, their hands cold with only the ground as their only comfort.

  ‘ I suppose that’s one way to look at a situation, one that I hope to see with my very own eyes. ’