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WORDS: 350 | Fatalistic Finery
“The event is due to start soon, Tomi.
Come along, let us show our patrons the beauty they bid upon, my girl.”
Come along, let us show our patrons the beauty they bid upon, my girl.”
Cold and cruel as ever and yet at the same time seeming to carry an uncommon sense of happiness despite these facts, Lady Tsukishiro looked in upon the stiff and sullen soul whom she had taken captive of both in both and mind, who had now seen the tears which flowed down her cheeks removed and the makeup which daubed her renewed all the more because of them.
“…Yes, mother.” Those deep and dark doe eyes looking distant and hollow compared to usual however, as she pushed her feet beneath her obediently and drifted over to the side of the woman the energy and life which Takeyama Tomi had carried through the festival seemed to be entirely absent, and so too did her strength as well. Barely able to raise her head and instead allowing that weary and diminished gaze to focus only upon the floor and the feet of the woman who now commanded her, all that seemed to remain was a shell of the woman she had been but a day before this, and after today one could dread to hope what more might be lost…
[-~-~- Not Too Far Away -~-~-~-
CAW! CA-CAW CA-CAW! CAW!
The rather shrill exclamations of a small bird something that most were happy to overlook but hopefully not all, Kuro the Kokogara rang out with cries as those blood red eyes seemed to focus upon a form with which he found familiarity trying to shuffle their way down the street despite the way in which they were hobbled, and soon after did his wings flutter and he swept his way downward to settle in front of the face of a bruised boy.
“…K-Kuro? Is that… Is that you?” The latter as weary as the woman before him or perhaps ever more so and scarcely paying attention to the commotion until the agitated avian seemed to beat his arms in front of his face, Hanta the Coal boy blinked as he recognised the little pet which the lass he had failed had shown him for the first time years before, and found his heart lifted up a little for that fact.
“There ain't… A second to lose! We gotta… Gotta get help? Tomi's gonna…!” Energised by the discovery or at least momentarily and such overexcitement leading the lad to claw her companion desperately, such effort and perhaps the relief provided by an ally seemed to almost immediately see the child weaken and topple back onto his knees, but he did not let that gaze hang low. Instead looking up with the wetness of tears within them, he pleaded with the animated animal, hoping that between the two of them they might just find someone or anyone who might yet have the strength and authority to set their friend free again…
Joy Can Be Fleeting
Make The Most Of What You Have~
- Takeyama Tomi
credit to nat of adoxography.
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