#promisedmiracles

-pokes his cheek-

    Long, busy days when exhaustion would set itself into his bones and lethargy would make his movement slow came often, despite his constant protest. In truth, there was nothing he could do beside wait until they slowed or until he took a vacation  ( one that was no doubt overdue by now ).  ‘ Oh well, ‘ he’d thought, as shoes were kicked off and the things in his hands were haphazardly tossed onto the sofa nearest the door he’d just stepped past. Ahh, home and its familiar smell, its slight mess, and of course, the resentful glare of the cat he’d neglected the companionship of.. again. A childish grimace is thrown back at his companion, though he knew it would do absolutely nothing for him.        Upon the usual trek up the flight of stairs to his bathroom, he noticed things dropped on a few of the steps; a purse, some hair pins, and a pair of flats, to name a few. With each step, the sound of a shower running grew louder and it was obvious by now that he was not alone. Fortunately enough, he was used to his friends paying him unexpected visits to such an extent that they no longer were unexpected. In any case, Vanitas appreciated that he would never have to be alone as long as their visits persisted. There’s consideration for knocking until he heard a sharp breath being inhaled-- as if someone were crying. There’s a sigh exhaled from weary lungs, but he does not falter. After opening the door, there’s a sight that’s enough to break his heart and make him wish he could say something to make his guest happy again.       Vanille’s face is reminiscent to a child’s; red and weeping like she had been kicked down one too many times and was just too tired to rise up again. He could understand.. she smiled through every little slight-- through every trial and everything that hurt her. She wore a brave face but underneath was burdened by the weight of a hundred heavy transgressions. 

"Hellllooo!~ Hoooppeee! Where are you!?"

leavae