It is unfortunate that we became separated but I do trust you to keep yourself safe. Although now I've heard you've been selected for a grand endeavor. I won't worry but rather expect you to return in full health and we must continue weaving verses, trying to capture emotion in words. Although I've gone ahead in attempts to offer aid, there is little for me to do, so in the meantime, I offer you this to read.
Summer warmth inspired the locale, a memory of ocean brine and sea breeze. Sand soft, a caress with each step taken, the shore dotted by curious souls wandering in to enjoy a manufactured season indoors. The city's denizens only have memories of the beach to accompany them. Only a few note the distinct differences, musing on thoughts of their homelands. Truly most have come to enjoy a short reprieve from the monotony of daily life. A short pause to what they've come to know as expected; even in hell there is an established norm, there are boundaries.
Within the venue, the sea alone won't entertain guests; amusement can be found just about anywhere. Games inspire friendly competition between the factions, a respite from disputes, it's momentary harmony. Yet it's not the souls that gather here that are most disjointed. At the highest point, the pinnacle of leadership, each faction's master has their own goals but the discord between a certain two is the most obvious. No opportunity goes to waste, and neither passes up the chance to disparage the other.
There is a long history of strife, grievances, and conflict. The hostilities between them reach all times highs, but like the moon that governs the tides, it wanes and waxes. Friction settles and within this manufactured setting conflict smooths, wounds heal though scars remain as always. Nothing can be discarded nor forgotten but kindled by the warm sands there is a sense of nostalgia that only two aged souls can experience.
The competitive streak between them reaches a high that remains strangely amicable despite the pair's recent dispute. The lady offers coy laughter and wistful smiles while the gentleman, in turn, grows frustratingly embarrassed while willing to remain calm, and civil. The two contradict everything everyone has come to know about their connection.
Calid waters, soft breeze, along with the laughter of merrymakers, all make for a balmy day of early summer. Some attribute this temporary retreat to be the reason that two hearts apart manage to reconnect. However, the day does not last, as lights dim and fires are lit all signal the coming end. Before the night comes to a close, prior to the illusion ends, as the seconds continue to tick away; It's in these last vestiges of reprieve that the two realize there is very little time for emotions to be put into words.
By the shore, far from prying eyes and ears the two reconverge. The depth of sentiment is deeper than an ocean; the time left is short but it matters not as even if there were countless hours for the two to speak they could never quite put into words every emotion roused upon this day.
Lady Tenkohime's ageless beauty is not only highlighted by the glow of distant firelight but the serenity with which she carried herself throughout the day. Such grace is complemented by her companion's well-mannered behavior of the evening, discard is a Master Toraguma's ruthless demeanor if just for an evening. Words flow with an ease that hasn't felt natural in ages, there is a comfort that settles between the two.
The heaviness of heart cannot be restrained, curtains must close, and the moment must end. The following morning would be a return to routine.
It's just a rough draft, don't think much of it yet I would still value your opinion.
text, un: autumn — (idk probs during the curse time)
It is unfortunate that we became separated but I do trust you to keep yourself safe. Although now I've heard you've been selected for a grand endeavor. I won't worry but rather expect you to return in full health and we must continue weaving verses, trying to capture emotion in words. Although I've gone ahead in attempts to offer aid, there is little for me to do, so in the meantime, I offer you this to read.
Summer warmth inspired the locale, a memory of ocean brine and sea breeze. Sand soft, a caress with each step taken, the shore dotted by curious souls wandering in to enjoy a manufactured season indoors. The city's denizens only have memories of the beach to accompany them. Only a few note the distinct differences, musing on thoughts of their homelands. Truly most have come to enjoy a short reprieve from the monotony of daily life. A short pause to what they've come to know as expected; even in hell there is an established norm, there are boundaries.
Within the venue, the sea alone won't entertain guests; amusement can be found just about anywhere. Games inspire friendly competition between the factions, a respite from disputes, it's momentary harmony. Yet it's not the souls that gather here that are most disjointed. At the highest point, the pinnacle of leadership, each faction's master has their own goals but the discord between a certain two is the most obvious. No opportunity goes to waste, and neither passes up the chance to disparage the other.
There is a long history of strife, grievances, and conflict. The hostilities between them reach all times highs, but like the moon that governs the tides, it wanes and waxes. Friction settles and within this manufactured setting conflict smooths, wounds heal though scars remain as always. Nothing can be discarded nor forgotten but kindled by the warm sands there is a sense of nostalgia that only two aged souls can experience.
The competitive streak between them reaches a high that remains strangely amicable despite the pair's recent dispute. The lady offers coy laughter and wistful smiles while the gentleman, in turn, grows frustratingly embarrassed while willing to remain calm, and civil. The two contradict everything everyone has come to know about their connection.
Calid waters, soft breeze, along with the laughter of merrymakers, all make for a balmy day of early summer. Some attribute this temporary retreat to be the reason that two hearts apart manage to reconnect. However, the day does not last, as lights dim and fires are lit all signal the coming end. Before the night comes to a close, prior to the illusion ends, as the seconds continue to tick away; It's in these last vestiges of reprieve that the two realize there is very little time for emotions to be put into words.
By the shore, far from prying eyes and ears the two reconverge. The depth of sentiment is deeper than an ocean; the time left is short but it matters not as even if there were countless hours for the two to speak they could never quite put into words every emotion roused upon this day.
Lady Tenkohime's ageless beauty is not only highlighted by the glow of distant firelight but the serenity with which she carried herself throughout the day. Such grace is complemented by her companion's well-mannered behavior of the evening, discard is a Master Toraguma's ruthless demeanor if just for an evening. Words flow with an ease that hasn't felt natural in ages, there is a comfort that settles between the two.
The heaviness of heart cannot be restrained, curtains must close, and the moment must end. The following morning would be a return to routine.
It's just a rough draft, don't think much of it yet I would still value your opinion.
Your friend as always,
Xingqiu.