╔════════════════════════════════╣╠════════════════════════════════╗"Even though they know their prayers would never reach the faraway places."
"Nevertheless, people still sing their screaming of chaotic fates."Verzweiflung och Förtvivlan mit viel Betrübnis und MelankoliP ʀ ᴏ ғ ɪ ʟ ᴇ 2nd Wizard Saint ~ God of Chaos
Prisoner of The Abyss
The Celestial Dragon
Fairy Tail Guildmaster
Cᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ: "No one of real interest."Wʜᴇʀᴇᴀʙᴏᴜᴛs: A place he really wished he wasn't. Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs: "This coffee is good, I guess."Eᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ Sᴛᴀᴛᴇ: Calm, sad, slightly disgusted Mᴀɪɴ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ: FlowertoneEᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ: Blooming Flowers in the Empty SkyBᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ: Stand UnrivaledCᴏᴍᴇʙᴀᴄᴋ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ: Big Blast Sonic Cᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ Aᴛᴛɪʀᴇ ~ ʀᴇɢᴜʟᴀʀ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ - Sᴡɪᴍsᴜɪᴛ
Fᴀɴᴄʏ Oᴜᴛғɪᴛ - Fᴏʀᴍᴀʟ - Mᴇssʏ Fᴏʀᴍᴀʟ Magic - Celestial Dragon Slayer / Arcana Magic / Authority of Sin
Eyes of the Gods / Yakuma: Eighteen War Gods / Etherious Form [[Curse: Abyssus Chaus]]
Jewel Amount - 0 [Zero]
"Oh, the flickering locus of blades, testament of blood is already dead."
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"Drawing the night, seizing the sun, with those arrows of flame that pierce through everything."
Ah, yes, Valentine's Day. The day where love seemed to be at its strongest. The smell of different chocolates intermingled with the scent of all the flowers. Shades of red and pink seemed to dominate the color scheme, causing him to feel as if he stuck out much like a sore thumb. He ahd just recently come back from a small trip to Veneficium, for the sake of visiting his wife's grave. He went there every year on this day, to make sure no one had messed with it, and to be with her, even though there was no way she could come back. He just felt as if it were right to continue spending time with her in this way. As such, he didn't have time to dress up in any special way, as if he actually would have, and was dressed as he always was, his (new) eyes scanning over the area. Man, it was as if the god or goddess of love had barfed all over the place, and Cupid released a volley of arrows. People were acting all lovey-dovey with each other, which was to be expected, but for some reason on this day, it was just so much... worse. A slight look of disgust crept onto his face before he walked to one of the food stands, ordering a coffee. And it was... pink... how grand. He took a sip, and was almost surprised by the taste. It was like peppermint, mixed in with cherry. Oddly enough, it tasted a whole lot better than it sounded, which surprised him. So maybe it wouldn't be all that bad. "So long as I'm not forced to do anything." he muttered, taking another sip of the coffee.
"Oh, the ancient words of fading colors, they still turn the cogs of passing time."
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"Even though the promises they want to express for eternity would never be granted."
"Nevertheless, people still sketch the flame of their undying lives."
