Prompt
This time of year, snow is common. What’s uncommon is the single, strange snowfall that glistened like tiny diamonds. Everything about the snow seemed normal—it’s cold, wet, and melts just like any other snow, it just also happens to look like tiny little gems are falling from the sky. Depending on who you’re with, it’s either incredibly strange, or incredibly romantic.
As the snow crunched beneath his sandals, he glanced around at the empty park and sighed to himself. His half-cloak billowed behind him as he approached the sad, lonely fountain in front of him.
Why he'd come tonight, he wasn't sure. Seal's Eye had stopped bothering paying a regular visit to the park in quite some time - how long had it been, now? A month? Two? When she'd forbidden them from seeing one another, he'd persisted, stubbornly showing up to the same park, the same section, the same fountain every week on their regularly scheduled evening.
But she never came.
He didn't know why he kept showing up, why he kept hope alive that maybe she'd miss him too, that maybe she'd come back on their night and look for him just as he'd looked for her. When she never showed, he stopped showing up religiously every week, choosing instead to sporadically make an appearance when his civilian life didn't call for something to replace his park visit on his schedule.
The fountain had been turned off due to the season, the winter's cold having already frozen over the water that lingered at the fountain's base. Dusting off the pile of snow from one segment of the fountain's edge, the Elysion Guardian took a seat on the cold concrete, ignoring whatever soggy fate his tunic was doomed to find itself in as a result.
No, this was as good of a place to wait as any, the memories of his young companion resurfacing in his mind's eye. How many conversations had they spent around this fountain, talking about their futures, their hopes, their everyday woes and joys?
Even still, her dreams had gone silent and he feared the worst. Granted, he hadn't been as attentive as a Guardian needed to be with the dreams of the innocent, but he'd been so determined to find her in some way, some how that he'd allowed others to fall by the wayside.
Sandy blonde hair fell as his head sank, then shook. What was he doing? Why couldn't he let her go?
She was his best friend - was. The friendship had been broken, torn apart under the hopes that she could protect him, despite him insisting that he could fend for himself. Why wouldn't she listen? Didn't he mean a great deal to her, as she did to him?
A shiver brushed against his neck and his head rose up in time for blue eyes to watch little strands of glistening sparkles begin to slowly float their way towards the ground. They looked unusual for snowflakes and his eyebrows furrowed.
One gloved hand reached out. patiently waiting for one of the many snow flurries to land in his palm. Instead of soft white, they almost... almost sparkled and he stared at the snow with curiosity. Sure enough, the particle melted in the center of his palm just as any other snowflake would but as he looked to the skies, thousands of twinkling, sparkling gem-like snowflakes continued to rain down on the park.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he could only imagine the excitement on the face of the short, bubbly little corrupt upon seeing such an extraordinary sight.
Rising from the fountain, he decided that the thought hurt him too much to dwell on. Hands brushed the snow off his backside and cape before he glanced over towards the park entrance, then towards the gentle crystals floating above.
"I hope you're faring well, my Lady."
With that breath to the heavens, he closed his eyes and faded back to his world of dreams.
WC: 598
