[Hayame couldn't tell how long she'd been out there in the flowers. At a certain point, captivated by the voice so familiar yet so distant, she had just... stopped knowing. And the ignorance, for some reason, had not been a concern at all.
She hears him move, the soft sound of his steps in the dirt, the rustle of the purple blooms... and then his shoes are there, the tips visible just below the fall of her dark bangs. He'd looked real, like she remembered from that desperate Veneran night, just without the blood. He sounded real. But... So had everyone else.
So what is she to trust? She has no magic to confirm for herself, she just-
Raises her head. Now her left eyelids protect nothing, but she still tries to keep them closed. Doing so doesn't take back the slight stains of serum and salty tears on the makeshift bandage over the left side of her face, though, nor does it fill in the eerie indent in the profile of her face where an eye once was. She'd had two, when they last met.
He comes into focus... But what can she say? What can he say, to convince her that he is not just another figment of her desperate, lonely imagination?]
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She hears him move, the soft sound of his steps in the dirt, the rustle of the purple blooms... and then his shoes are there, the tips visible just below the fall of her dark bangs. He'd looked real, like she remembered from that desperate Veneran night, just without the blood. He sounded real. But... So had everyone else.
So what is she to trust? She has no magic to confirm for herself, she just-
Raises her head. Now her left eyelids protect nothing, but she still tries to keep them closed. Doing so doesn't take back the slight stains of serum and salty tears on the makeshift bandage over the left side of her face, though, nor does it fill in the eerie indent in the profile of her face where an eye once was. She'd had two, when they last met.
He comes into focus... But what can she say? What can he say, to convince her that he is not just another figment of her desperate, lonely imagination?]