ᴀ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴏᴜʀs | Eᴍɪʟ & Tᴀᴋᴀsᴜɢɪ
Probably the biggest difference between Paralia and Kairos was the relative peace and quiet in this place. Minus the occasional sputtering engine somehow still running on diesel, choking out puffs of grey smoke, this was a place where you could actually hear the birds sing, even in the middle of the day. Where the roads weren't packed with cars and the stars shone clear in the night sky.
In some ways, it was everything Gintoki needed. Genuine respite from the burdens life had loaded upon his broad shoulders, a break from the things he considered troublesome and a time of peaceful lazing around. And yet it, the story told was not quite as pretty as all that.
His nights had been filled with haunting images that meant nothing, starting after a single dream of war and belonging. They weren't nightmares per se, but they kept him up, sometimes till dawn. So too did thoughts of the dream, pondering upon its meaning and and how very personal it felt, yet completely alien to his lifetime.
So it was that the sleepless nights continued, marked by the growing bags under dead-fish eyes, making them look more tired and disinterested even than normal.
But, hark! Respite would find its way upon his wearied body on this very day, when from the field by their borrowed house drifted the sounds of soft snores. And there lay the silver-haired man, fast asleep, exhausted to the point that his mind had gone completely blank.
Not that it seemed like it was very full most of the time.
