|“It is different for many but in the end, I believe we are simply looking for a place to call home.”|
Odd... It was not a different or a foreign concept to him. There had been others that used the very same word to describe him from different angles. He did not mind it at all as they simply shared their opinions about him. As such, he is rather thankful to know their thoughts whether it to be real or not. Furthermore, it was not like he could not agree to such a description. There is truth about that. Yet, it does make him wonder if that was either a good thing or a bad thing. Perhaps, it was both and then may be again, not. Just like two sides of coin, yet can never be separated to make a whole. But as long as someone accepts those traits, he will probably be happy.
Seeing the prefect laugh and smile at his words, it was good to bring some sense of comfort to her. Although, he was not certain whether it would mean anything or not to her on the long run. All that mattered to him for now, she was feeling a bit better. For that, it was worth all of it. Soon, he noticed the girl slowly loosing ground in a battle against sleep. It made him wonder if this is how he looks like when he futilely tries to fight off the kiss of slumber. It was rather endearing in a sense or perhaps, it is because he had just realized something profound. Looking over his shoulder, his eyes of golden yellow glanced at the still sleeping Haruka and then to the prefect once more.
It seemed that women have more inner strength than men. Well, this is from his personal experiences and observations. Hearing the prefect's words and Haruka's decision, they both hold a strength they have yet to recognized as such. Once, they do. These women would be brilliant than anyone could ever hope for. This much he was certain as long as nothing terrible happens to them. It was enviable almost but, he stopped that thought there. Soon, the prefect had completely succumbed to rest which should be for the good. She did not drink so, to recuperate would be the next best solution.
Arranging the comforter on the prefect's form, the pure-blood then recalled her fluttering comment about him to try smiling more. A smile. At some point, he had wondered if there was something marvelous about a gesture that anyone could do. As such, there was nothing special about it. But even then, he felt wholly contented when the person, which is most important, would smile at him even about the littlest things. It was uplifting and nice to see, but it would never happen again. No matter what he does that person will never come back and smile at him. As such, it did give a sense of emptiness. It seemed a smile was not completely unneeded. But, he had yet to feel the need to do so. Perhaps, someday...
"Good night, Ms. Fujiwara." Zenith greeted as he had decided to leave the room to give the two girls enough rest. They will be facing each other, hopefully, it ends on a good note. Returning the chair to its proper location, he looked at the window which gave a good view of the room. It was ideal for the avian familiar. As such, Snow was still on the same branch and would likely watch over his own Master, and even more so for Haruka. Once, he was done making certain that the prefect is comfortable in her sleep. He proceeded to Haruka's side and did the same thing. The girl was once more dragged into such dreadful matters. Even then, he hoped for her to overcome it. "Good night, Ms. Yamazaki."
With that done, the pure-blood took one last look to Snow and gave a polite nod of the head as a means of goodbye. After doing so, he left the room without doing any thing else. Walking along the nearly empty hallways, he would do an assessment on the damages caused to the entire academy along with the casualties to the students due to the series of explosions by those mysterious people. What do they want in particular? He had no conclusions to give at all. But it was then, he heard the sprinkle of tears from the sky. Looking at the window near him, he saw the drizzle of the rain. Yet, the one thing which took his attention was the roses around the bench area, there a fully bloomed rose existed with the gems of the rain which served as its souvenir continued to trail on its petals.
Seeing the prefect laugh and smile at his words, it was good to bring some sense of comfort to her. Although, he was not certain whether it would mean anything or not to her on the long run. All that mattered to him for now, she was feeling a bit better. For that, it was worth all of it. Soon, he noticed the girl slowly loosing ground in a battle against sleep. It made him wonder if this is how he looks like when he futilely tries to fight off the kiss of slumber. It was rather endearing in a sense or perhaps, it is because he had just realized something profound. Looking over his shoulder, his eyes of golden yellow glanced at the still sleeping Haruka and then to the prefect once more.
It seemed that women have more inner strength than men. Well, this is from his personal experiences and observations. Hearing the prefect's words and Haruka's decision, they both hold a strength they have yet to recognized as such. Once, they do. These women would be brilliant than anyone could ever hope for. This much he was certain as long as nothing terrible happens to them. It was enviable almost but, he stopped that thought there. Soon, the prefect had completely succumbed to rest which should be for the good. She did not drink so, to recuperate would be the next best solution.
Arranging the comforter on the prefect's form, the pure-blood then recalled her fluttering comment about him to try smiling more. A smile. At some point, he had wondered if there was something marvelous about a gesture that anyone could do. As such, there was nothing special about it. But even then, he felt wholly contented when the person, which is most important, would smile at him even about the littlest things. It was uplifting and nice to see, but it would never happen again. No matter what he does that person will never come back and smile at him. As such, it did give a sense of emptiness. It seemed a smile was not completely unneeded. But, he had yet to feel the need to do so. Perhaps, someday...
"Good night, Ms. Fujiwara." Zenith greeted as he had decided to leave the room to give the two girls enough rest. They will be facing each other, hopefully, it ends on a good note. Returning the chair to its proper location, he looked at the window which gave a good view of the room. It was ideal for the avian familiar. As such, Snow was still on the same branch and would likely watch over his own Master, and even more so for Haruka. Once, he was done making certain that the prefect is comfortable in her sleep. He proceeded to Haruka's side and did the same thing. The girl was once more dragged into such dreadful matters. Even then, he hoped for her to overcome it. "Good night, Ms. Yamazaki."
With that done, the pure-blood took one last look to Snow and gave a polite nod of the head as a means of goodbye. After doing so, he left the room without doing any thing else. Walking along the nearly empty hallways, he would do an assessment on the damages caused to the entire academy along with the casualties to the students due to the series of explosions by those mysterious people. What do they want in particular? He had no conclusions to give at all. But it was then, he heard the sprinkle of tears from the sky. Looking at the window near him, he saw the drizzle of the rain. Yet, the one thing which took his attention was the roses around the bench area, there a fully bloomed rose existed with the gems of the rain which served as its souvenir continued to trail on its petals.