#sheyearns

"Hey, grab those for me, will ya? I can't lose 'em!"

He would pull her into a hug then, feeling tears fall like snowflakes as they trickled down his cheeks.

“Well, I definitely suppose that’s one way to put it. But, aren’t there more comfortable places to have a long blink?” After all, it was rather cold out, and Angelisa couldn’t imagine the cold, hard dirt was very comfortable. 

“Unfortunately, that’s how some things go.” A false smile pulls on his lips as he turns just slightly to face her, dispelling the darkened expression he had adopted privately while doing so. “My responsibilities are far too important to simply toss aside, mademoiselle! Besides --- I’ve been told i’m dreadful company. Perhaps you can look at it as me doing you a favor by departing so soon!”

― @sheyearns​

“Ma’am, I understand you might be confused here, but please take note of the signs.” The ones that said not to touch the candy within the fields was only a few steps away from them both. “Eating candy here is strictly forbidden.”

He  was  a  man  without  an  future,  when  that  possibility  had  been  eaten  away  by  his  own  decisions  :  maybe  how  long  the  ending  will  take  remained  a  mystery,  however  circumstances  stayed  foreknowledge.  Though  he  considering  himself  as  a  man,  he  loathed  that  reminder  to  be  a  boy  —  for  a  bright  blonde  noble  who  wanted  him  discover  another  taste  of  existence,  for  an  certain  another  blonde  noble  who  was  annoying  with  it,  with  condescendance  from  a  king.  Maybe  physically  wise  he  looked  like  one,  like  of  these  harmless  dogs  devoted  themselves  to  protecting,  nevertheless  he  was  meant  to  bite  and  be  good  at  it.  There  was  something  inside  her  how  reflected  his  own  hopelessness  :  the  physical,  psychological,  social  decline  that  he  had  to  face  in  an  unrequested  humiliation  of  which  he  wanted  to  clear  the  affront  …  Himself  wasn’t  sure  how  he  can  be  certain  of  such  a  impression,  when  usually  he  was  leaving  it  to  his  butler.  She  described  an  companionship  emotion.  An  sensation  he  experienced  too  much  time,  worn  out,  that  he  no  longer  listened  to  feelings  of  his  heart  normally.  Who  managed  to  pretend  for  too  long  he  was  that  heartless  boy  that  could  kill  anyone  on  a  whim,  that  will  not  regret  blood  in  his  hands  for  keep  quiet  the  sleep  of  his  Majesty.  Who  achieved  to  fool  himself  no  one  could  awakening  sadness  inside  his  features.  Every  little  day  he  was  alive  was  another  step  forward  a  revenge,  that  will  be  eventually  ending  his  own  existence.  Remaining  so  far  perfect  example  of  noblesse  politeness  (  he  had  a  example  of  a  noble  rediscovering  noblesse  sphere,  generating  that  disconcerting  innocence  for  future  rank  he  will  have  in  society  ;  he  had  a  exemple  of  a  noble  constanstly  rude  and  impolite  where  term  ‘unbearable’  was  such  an  understatement  ),  there  was  that  anchoring  habit  to  expose  common  uses  from  his  rank  in  society.    ❝  It’s  weight  of  past  decisions  that  are  reflected.  These  quietness  regrets  who  explode  brutally.  The  doubt  about  responsabilities  your  choice  hold  —  I’d  like  to  promise  you  it  will  pass,  however,  my  own  weight  keeps  getting  heavier.  Everything  that  could  have  been  done.  Anything  that  could  have  been  different.  Everything  that  needs  to  be  done.  Do  you  have  regrets  ?    ❞  He  asked  carefully,  afterwards  mysterious  musings  of  his  heart.