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“If you’re looking for Serenity, I’m afraid that  she’s already left.”

 Assuming of course that this girl happened to be  one of his princess’ fabled senshi. It’s a stab in  the dark, but her garb marked her as a stranger  not of these lands. But it is her otherworldly beauty  that’s the giveaway. There are men right here in his  very court who would write poems of her. And if not  for Serenity, he surely would have numbered  amongst them.

                Up above the sky was utterly grey, the kind of grey that looked like a                 singular solid mass, uninterrupted by shades and hues or sunlight—                 everyone held umbrellas, as if fearful of the idea that the sky could                 unleash a storm upon them at any time. Though, to be quite fair, it                 was London, after all, and fearing rain was such an inane thought.                 Getting hit in the face with an umbrella, however————————

                                                not so much of an inane thought.

       ‹ ` ⁞ ▓ —— ❤ ›

                    ❝ ┅ Ｏ...Ｏｉ!!! ❞ 

            There's a pause in his step, realization seeping through as she displays the said item with a teasing inflection. He stalks over to her, reaching for the item but to no avail. Such a futile attempt as her saunter is swifter than his movement.