REVOLUTIONARY. ( ᵃᵘᵗᵒᵖᶫᵃʸ! )

@logoryz​ birthday nerd

                ❛ HEY man, there you are! I’ve been looking all over                         for you, you dingleberry! What’re you doing holed up                         in a room like this when it’s your birthday?  ❜ 

【 ロード中（です） 】

@logoryz

     Scurries over to the Log Horizon guild house and to Shiroe’s room. “Shiro-senpai!” He then handed a small paper with a smile on his face that contained quite a rare thing he obtained from one of his… adventures. “Happy birthday! I got you something, though I don’t know if it’d be of good use to you.”

【 セーブ中（です） 】

          SHIROE HAD, BY that point, completely tuned out the noise coming from downstairs. only briefly did he question why the guild home was louder than usual, though the quantity of his work quickly detracted him from it. yet, the samurai’s sudden appearance was enough to drag his attention even from that.

@logoryz liked for a starter

        ❛ THAT fight rocked! Sure, we’re a bit rusty from               not playing for so long, but we totally kicked monster               butt!! We’ll have this down in no time! ❜ 

 The adrenaline-based thrill of battle was slowly seeping out of him, his heavily armored shoulders slumping a bit after he sheathed his sword. Still, even directly after the battle liveliness was alight on his features, a toothy smile lifting lips at the other.

          THOUGH HIS BODY was facing naotsugu, shiroe’s head was turned over his shoulder as he surveyed the battlefield. cautious eyes watched the darkened path, almost as if he was expecting more monsters to appear. though after a moment that they didn’t, he turned back to his friend, offering him a sheepish grin in agreement.

                    ‘ A-AKATSUKI…! ’

          VISION WAS HAZY, despite how wide the assassin’s statement had opened his eyes. the room was otherwise silent, dark, save for the deafening beating of his own heart. he’d heard those words somewhere before, perhaps in a dream of his own, but for akatsuki to say them to his face was a reality worse than any horrid nightmare. the very shock of it stole the words right from his tongue, leaving him paralyzed and fearful.

           SHE WAS FADING, shrinking into the once vibrant horizon, now darkened to an endless abyss. the vibrant violet of her eyes never dulled, lingering in the black for a painful eternity. then, he merely blinked once and they were gone. nothing else was in sight, no sounds, not even the rushing of his own blood. instincts would immediately flag it as danger, though he hesitated no further before taking off, running toward where he’d last seen those eyes. frantically he reached, grasping at what he cherished most, but there was nothing. the air where she’d once stood slipped through his cold, shaking fingers. he was alone once again.

          WAS IT A dream? a vision? or was that shiroe’s new reality?

          PANIC GRIPPED AT his lungs and froze his limbs. though it was painful, and shortened what few words he could muster, shiroe maintained his calm demeanor so as not to panic her as well.

                     ‘ IT WAS just a nightmare, right? i’m not– ’

          BUT THAT WAS an outright lie, or at the very least nothing he could guarantee.  akatsuki’s claim was oddly congruent to that vision that had seemed so real to shiroe. he was unwilling to lie to her regarding such an impelling subject, therefore he was forced to rethink his words. keeping the fear out of his voice was a difficult task, but shiroe confided in she who was a most prominent source of consolation and comfort.