in memory of you.

Watching the girl work on something from the corner of her gaze, Kyoko would end up shifting away from being simply slouched over the couch as per usual and choosing to get up to move over to Sayaka’s side instead. With her head tilted to the side, eyes diverting between the other’s own blue eyes and her hands, Kyoko would question it quietly.

The soft humming coming from Kyoko came to a forceful halt when red eyes had diverted away from the grave and to the side when someone’s presence made itself known. She couldn’t have known of the sight that entered her vision -- and soon, her mouth would hang open with a widened and shocked stare at what stood right in front of her.

The only thing she can bring herself to mutter in pure disbelief is the name belonging to the grave she had been singing to just a mere moment ago. She was sure of the death that occured that day, and yet... here was the splitting image of her little sister, if older from the years that came to pass. Moving from where she had been standing still and struggling to reach out, she can’t tell if this is nothing more than another cruel dream haunting her.

❈ ➵ ᵒᵇᶳᵉᶳᶳᶤᵒ ➵ ❈

              ‘ Kyouko! You came! ‘

       Ecstatic that the redhead had come after accepting her offer, the demon observed the variant before her. The same eyes – albeit with lingering pain – and the same wild red hair – though hers was much shorter. A piece of food in her mouth. While wondering why some grief rested in her precious as well as why she cut her hair, she waved toward the open street.

                                   ‘ I found a great candy shop hidden in downtown! I figured I would take you out for candy and coffee and then some time up on the hills. Sound good? ‘

  Seeing the other so happy got the slightest smile out of Kyoko, a rare sight in itself for this one -- as rare as it was for her to be this quiet and carrying a bit of a melancholic presence. It persisted even seeing this. The sight of Sayaka was still so strange, almost unfamiliar yet not at the same time.

         “‘Course I did, heh. I ain’t one to go back on my word usually.” With a shrug she bites down on the pocky stick again, watching with curiosity flickering in her eyes upon hearing of the plans for today’s meeting. She hadn’t expected a whole lot. Not in a bad way, of course -- it was more of a pleasant surprise.

        “A great candy shop, huh...” She whistles. “How big and great are we talking about here? I’m kinda curious if it’s got more stuff I haven’t tried out by now. But, yeah, everything sounds pretty good. I guess we’re going over the hills to relax for last... unless ya got something to show me there as well? I wouldn’t be surprised, knowing you.”

      It was still very odd to be approached by those that held the face of the person in heart && the one whose will Kyoko carried ever since that day... Sometimes, she really didn’t know how to feel about occasions like this. In the sense that part of it was followed by a lingering sense of numbness.

      The click of boots alerts the lancer’s presence fairly easy before stopping by Sayaka’s side, making some distance between them. Her hands were tucked into the pockets of her jacket, biting down on the pocky stick hanging from her mouth. Not like anything would change the fact she almost always had food...

                 ❝ Huh... if it isn’t Homura.                      Didn’t think I’d be seeing ya anytime soon again, not here. ❞

Standing above an unnamed grave decorated with withered flowers as the sun was nearly out, Kyoko dully noted the other girl’s presence. The words appeared like they were meant to be a little playful, but fell oddly flat for the person saying them. She held a small bouquet of fresh flowers in her hands -- likely to replace the ones that had decayed with time.

Well… I have got about one draft to do here, but let’s see…