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⠀⠀⠀it seems not much has changed between the two lively spirits- absolutely nothing at all~ ✨ it appears as they both still have different meanings for the endearing title of 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑. he returns the jovial tune with his own melody of laughter— &
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and he gives a small bout of laughter. surely not— he can see perfectly well. he can recognize his 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱. or did the other forget? they were in the edge of forming such a beautiful friendship, aha~
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⠀⠀⠀the acorn trail leads out to the front door, the blinding light of the setting sun peeking in from the frame. he waits till his child picks the final acorn before standing in the light’s path. the light illuminates his towering frame, smile on his lips- &&
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⠀⠀⠀fragile little heart. they dance and sing with the rhythm of the fleeting summer breeze, the chimes of the estate ringing a joyous welcoming. the sky was as clear and blue as the ocean itself— how lovely it was today.
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⠀⠀⠀a soft hum from plush lips. velvet lavender locks draped across a sculpted jaw, with eyes attentive to the flutter of butterfly children around. it had been some time since he had spent quality time with the orphaned children- how happy they made his—
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⠀⠀⠀a refreshing breath of fresh air. the familiar scent of the looming 𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑎 that blows through velvet lavender locks it’s been awhile, hasn’t it ? a stranger in his own home, perhaps. the distant sound of the children laughing- 𝑆𝐻𝐼𝑁𝑂 is home.
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⠀⠀⠀at the moment. instead, he retrieves the happy memories stored at the very back of his conscious. . . quietly his eyes shut as he drifts away; 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠.
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⠀⠀⠀ah, the summer rain. . . how the duality of sensations make him feel so 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒. each droplet of rain adorns the beloved hashira, the very feeling of the chill bringing such a perplex expression to his face. he cannot navigate through such thoughts-
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