#appariitus

Send ϡ for a sleep headcanon.

Ah yes well you can say I'm still adjusting, I've just got back into Rping after what feels like two weeks. So it'll take a bit for me to get fully back in to my writing muse and the like.

Shinjiro hated funerals, and graveyards were no better; both just brought on unpleasant memories from years gone by. Still, he managed to convince himself to come here of old places. It had only been a few months now, but even the mention of her name was somewhat painful to the Hierophant; nothing he couldn't keep beneath his mask though. Maybe this was how Aki had felt back then, minus all the tears and such...

He gazed at the grave silently, a lone lily in hand. He'd watched all the others cry, even Aigis, while he was just silent on the day of the funeral, not speaking till a few days after when he'd gotten punched by the boxer for clamming up for so long. "Tch." He sucked his teeth at the thought when he'd been accused of not caring and avoiding everyone like before he rejoined S.E.E.S.

"I know it was your choice but... You deserved better for what you did." He spoke low, almost wishing her ghost or some remnant was there to hear him. For everything that had happened, to the cook, ghosts didn't seem so far stretched anymore. He placed the single lily on the grave and knelt there for a long while, just staring into to space.