Apr 1, 2018 23:49:26 GMT -6
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'May those who aid us in these dark times find the peace they fought for and may they no longer require to raise their weapons again.'
He had heard that phrase many many many times over the decades. Each time flitted alongside him in his memories as he stared at tombstones while slow-walking past. They were numerous beyond counting; if he were to walk the aisles of this cemetery, he was bound to recognize plenty of names he could recall something about. And off he would go, prancing into times he had long committed to oblivion. That's what happens when you live for over two centuries; it becomes easier to reminisce as he could easily weigh himself down thinking about all of the years gone by.
The cemetery was a place of reminiscence, as it had always been. The day was nearing the changeover into twilight, near-dark but not quite yet. There were a few citizens standing by earlier whom had left flowers and already gone home after the last bell struck. The daylight was burning quick, but yet he didn't feel like departing at the moment. He wandered about to the end of the lane, discovering more names that struck out at him.
A devoted scout that died too young, too soon. He would never see his friends ever again.
A go-big-go-home veteran hunter that always went around with his pet doberman
A 19-year-old klutz who he remembered solely for her inability to cook.
And soon, he found himself smiling faintly, warmly. There were no tears, only the feeling that if they were there, there ghosts would be smiling proudly. Defiantly. Those were some good memories. When he blinked and snapped himself out of it, he was looking at the skyline, thinking how much time had passed while he had been lost in thought.
Notes: Short post, but hope I could give you something at least to work with. Still need to 100% grasp Yun's character, but I'm getting there XD.
tag → @zeon
"Speech Here"
He had heard that phrase many many many times over the decades. Each time flitted alongside him in his memories as he stared at tombstones while slow-walking past. They were numerous beyond counting; if he were to walk the aisles of this cemetery, he was bound to recognize plenty of names he could recall something about. And off he would go, prancing into times he had long committed to oblivion. That's what happens when you live for over two centuries; it becomes easier to reminisce as he could easily weigh himself down thinking about all of the years gone by.
The cemetery was a place of reminiscence, as it had always been. The day was nearing the changeover into twilight, near-dark but not quite yet. There were a few citizens standing by earlier whom had left flowers and already gone home after the last bell struck. The daylight was burning quick, but yet he didn't feel like departing at the moment. He wandered about to the end of the lane, discovering more names that struck out at him.
A devoted scout that died too young, too soon. He would never see his friends ever again.
A go-big-go-home veteran hunter that always went around with his pet doberman
A 19-year-old klutz who he remembered solely for her inability to cook.
And soon, he found himself smiling faintly, warmly. There were no tears, only the feeling that if they were there, there ghosts would be smiling proudly. Defiantly. Those were some good memories. When he blinked and snapped himself out of it, he was looking at the skyline, thinking how much time had passed while he had been lost in thought.
Notes: Short post, but hope I could give you something at least to work with. Still need to 100% grasp Yun's character, but I'm getting there XD.
tag → @zeon
"Speech Here"
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