the last something that meant anything || reiko & xander
It was a very distinct shade of blue; the color of the sky just as the sun was beginning to sink below the darkened skyline of the city. It reminded him of her, and so he found himself thinking about her every night as he found himself looking up at the darkening sky.
For the thief’s wandering heart, the blue-haired girl was the one constant thing in his life of late. She was the one person to truly know him and yet, for whatever reason, had chosen not to turn away from him, and although she wasn’t his Xander cherished her as if she was.
It had been months since he’d seen her last; their lives had diverged on different paths, hers taking her upwards into the embrace of fame and public adoration while he was carried ever downward into the depths of the underworld. Destined to be apart, it seemed, but he had always believed they would find one another again, as they always had before.
