#ruinedseraph

     “ Wh... ”

Frigid shivers dance in rhythms along his spine, curling neck’s hairs in its fervent advancements. Fingers fold between each & one another, cold moisture becoming of his flesh & palms, hands stuffed beneath the fleeting comfort pockets would so provide for one who knows not what future holds against him. Such thoughts that bear no honest conclusions continue, soaring, dipping & becoming the mind that holds no answers to the questions that consume situation’s being. Idea after idea, one thought becoming scenario’s worst possibility, he stops, eyes wide & commences realization of current understanding -- such understanding in which he understands not the setting, nor placement, nor truth behind what story may soon unfold from another’s tale. A realization in which he must ask in a manner organized & mature, for he could not protect the one in whom he must if he is so deadset upon FEAR.

No more, no more, child. Accept your responsibility by the hand & show it WHO YOU ARE. Show it you are WORTHY, dear Blessed Regalia & slay the demons who tempt to possess you.

             carefully, both hands press on the ancient structure set before him -- as though searching for something, anything that might indicate some sort of hidden passageway or special lock that would allow them to move further in. takes more than dust and cobwebs, even a few hellions to keep them out. there’s not much in the way of malevolence that he can feel pressing down on them, but even if there was -- it wouldn’t dampen his spirits while standing within the depths of historical excellence !  but nothing on this wall, so he moves a few short steps onto the next, looking for any floor tiles that might serve as a switch. you never knew with these kinds of ruins, what may be lurking around every corner. it was like a puzzle just waiting to be figured.

               after all, that’s what these precautions were meant for, right? to keep some people out. that was part of the thrill & good thing they’re not “just some” people. it’s the same with that invisible bridge back in the mabinogio ruins in elysia. how many times had the scoured that place without even an inkling of an idea they ran so deep? if not for falling into that hole -- granted, they had gone the furthest that day than ever before. it had really paid off.

            “ ----- any luck yet, mikleo? i’m not finding anything over here.” his voice reverberates just so between the walls, the sounds of shuffling feet give sign of their presence, so he doesn’t really need to look to know he’s still there { but just in case he’s slacking off } -- !

     “ Is it hurt...? ”

»» PERSONA ! ━. ➤

                                        he was walking home alone, since inoue-san was too                                          busy to take him home. ms. ochimizu was available if                                         he needed a ride home, but she was talking to kanami.                                         there's no way he can ask her when she was in a different                                         conversation. that's just rude to do that. actually, today                                         was a good day for him to walk home. he had to go                                         shopping for more food. his poor fridge was all drained                                         yesterday, since senpai, chie-senpai and kanji-senpai                                         decided to celebrate for the new release of his album.