#throughtheroses

Hey everyone! This is the former magisquamidreputo.

It’s not that I’m getting disillusioned with the Latin language. I’ve just been reading more of the poetry of Rupert Brooke lately, and one in particular stood out to me. In this particular poem, “Second Best”, there’s a line that includes the words “through the roses”. And I thought to myself, ‘What a beautiful phrase!’

So here we are. You can all call me throughtheroses now. :D

「 ❤ 」—-      ❝ This city's crappy, this box is crappy, everything is so freaking crappy! ❞ thoughtlessly, she speaks outloud to no one in particular. Minako is in no way pleased with her current situation. A box is no place for a Senshi and certainly not for a young beautiful girl such as herself and to have to carry it around with her where ever she goes...! She deserves much better than what she has been given and then to be told that she must wait to move? Unacceptable, utterly unacceptable. It would've been the worst situation she'd ever been put in had she not caught a glimpse of beautiful red hair.

                         Box in her hands, she runs to catch up with whom that beautiful hair belongs to and when she does, she stops dead in her tracks, because much to her surprise it belongs to a boy. The box that had been in her hands now drops to the ground as she openly stares at him, admiring each and every detail. She's seen beautiful men, sure. But never like this.