Post by CAESAR CAERO on Aug 21, 2018 1:16:54 GMT
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SEARCHING IN THE DARKNESS
WE ARE CREATURES OF THE NIGHT
RUNNING FROM THE DAY
A clear , crescent moon, smiled down at the world. Perched upon a night sky of dark blue and dotted with coutless upon countless of stars, all beaming down towards the quiet gurgling of a seemingly desolate river. A lone figure, clad in shorts and a vest, with a t-shirt to protect him from the night breeze, sat by the waters edge, legs dipped up to the knee in the crystal clear water as his green eyes gazed up, as if hypnotized, at the moon above. His chest rising and falling subtly the man seemed to be lost in his own little world. It wasn’t often that Caesar was alone by the river, normally there would always be someone, a lost hobo, a wandering hollow, a couple seeking respite from the world. It was the first time in a long time he’d been alone, the usual hustle and bustle and business of the bakery often masking it.
A silent sigh escaped Caesar’s lips, this place held a lot of memories for him, it was here that he’d first landed when he’d escaped the gotei. it was here that he’d first run into Hikari, the thought of her ivory skin and snowlike hair always brought brought a smile with it to the baer’s face. It was here that he’d also said goodbye to her, the experience was unlike any other and, as much as he’d tried, there would be few that could ever replace her. The vizard couldn’t help but snort at that last one as a mental picture of Tenore flashed into his mind in objection.
That was until you showed up, wasn’t it?
An unfamiliar blush tinged the vizards cheeks and Caesar quickly scanned the nearby area to make sure no one was watching. It was right here, at this very spot that he’d gazed into her eyes and asked. . . .rather awkwardly. . . .for her to go on a date with him. The rest was . . . .well history and years had long since gone by then, but every now and again the vizard couldn’t help but come down to this place. A picnic basket sat neath a folded outdoor blanket, in it would be the very meal he’d prepared for her that night when she’d come over for dinner, when he’d. . . .told her. . . .when he’d held her in his arms and kissed her so hard they both fell off their chairs. A sudden laugh escaped the vizards lips as he remembered her dragging him down with her as she fell.
I miss you. . . .Ten, he almost whispered to the smiling moon. He’d remembered all the photos they’d taken that night, how she promised she wouldn’t forget him and that the photo’s still guaranteed that. It wasn’t long before he found his mind wandering again. Do you still remember. . . ? he said, as if speaking to some nearby ghost, what he’d give if only to see her one last time. To gaze into her deep, eyes as the recognition of who he was. . . .what he meant to her came into them.
Who am I kidding? the vizard seemed to breath in disappointment. He wouldn’t be surprised if she’d forgotten him, he couldn’t blame her with her condition, not that it made it hurt any less. But more than anything if he could just see her, hold her, have her say his name just once, even if she didn’t remember. . . . the baker’s eyes grew soft at the thought and he lowered his gaze towards the gurgling river. Perhaps. . . if he gazed long enough. . . .perhaps the water would carry away his memories of her too. Yet even Caesar knew that wouldn’t happen and perhaps even worse was. . . .he probably didn’t want it to either.
A silent sigh escaped Caesar’s lips, this place held a lot of memories for him, it was here that he’d first landed when he’d escaped the gotei. it was here that he’d first run into Hikari, the thought of her ivory skin and snowlike hair always brought brought a smile with it to the baer’s face. It was here that he’d also said goodbye to her, the experience was unlike any other and, as much as he’d tried, there would be few that could ever replace her. The vizard couldn’t help but snort at that last one as a mental picture of Tenore flashed into his mind in objection.
That was until you showed up, wasn’t it?
An unfamiliar blush tinged the vizards cheeks and Caesar quickly scanned the nearby area to make sure no one was watching. It was right here, at this very spot that he’d gazed into her eyes and asked. . . .rather awkwardly. . . .for her to go on a date with him. The rest was . . . .well history and years had long since gone by then, but every now and again the vizard couldn’t help but come down to this place. A picnic basket sat neath a folded outdoor blanket, in it would be the very meal he’d prepared for her that night when she’d come over for dinner, when he’d. . . .told her. . . .when he’d held her in his arms and kissed her so hard they both fell off their chairs. A sudden laugh escaped the vizards lips as he remembered her dragging him down with her as she fell.
I miss you. . . .Ten, he almost whispered to the smiling moon. He’d remembered all the photos they’d taken that night, how she promised she wouldn’t forget him and that the photo’s still guaranteed that. It wasn’t long before he found his mind wandering again. Do you still remember. . . ? he said, as if speaking to some nearby ghost, what he’d give if only to see her one last time. To gaze into her deep, eyes as the recognition of who he was. . . .what he meant to her came into them.
Who am I kidding? the vizard seemed to breath in disappointment. He wouldn’t be surprised if she’d forgotten him, he couldn’t blame her with her condition, not that it made it hurt any less. But more than anything if he could just see her, hold her, have her say his name just once, even if she didn’t remember. . . . the baker’s eyes grew soft at the thought and he lowered his gaze towards the gurgling river. Perhaps. . . if he gazed long enough. . . .perhaps the water would carry away his memories of her too. Yet even Caesar knew that wouldn’t happen and perhaps even worse was. . . .he probably didn’t want it to either.
