( ៸៸៸/ㅎ)✾(꒪ˊᵕˋ꒪)

He lingered but a heartbeat before drawing back his hand, stepping away until he faded from the crowd’s gaze and merged into the velvet night.When the dust finally settled, he would resume his solitary odyssey—before the next fleeting haven of rest, a thousand years might pass, or perhaps such a haven would never come to be again.Floette kept her tiny palm pressed there still, wondering if that faint, lingering warmth could thaw even a fraction of all that coldness.

"The war is over," he said, "no one will be left to fight ever again."

At first, the objects lay scattered across the floor, cramped and desolate. But then, everything drifted into its rightful place—each to its own, never to be questioned again.

I want to try to draw her, for myself.