@m1kos " A shrine such as this doesn’t really suit such a handsome face, are you lost? "
“Heh. I guess even shrines have standards now.” His gloved hand brushes back a strand of hair as he surveys the surroundings, the weight of silence and history folding neatly into the solemn air between them.
“But no—I’m not lost.” His voice lowers, more thoughtful now. “Places like this… they remind me that beauty and sorrow are often intertwined. You of all people must know that.” He meets her gaze then, quiet strength behind his eyes, like the earth waiting beneath cherry blossoms.
“Still… I’ll take the compliment. Even if the shrine disapproves.”










