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ϡ - chapter thirteen; rememberance [action|written]

[ Around mid-afternoon Helios will be making his way across town with a small bundle of flowers in his hands. It might seem a bit odd, random even, but today is a rather...hard day for him; regardless he does have a small smile on his face as he makes his way through town. There's soft hum coming from his lips, absentmindedly and almost indistinguishably if you're not close enough. It's a soft melody and peaceful, or as peaceful as he can manage it to be. He has his journal with him just in case anything goes wrong.

He pauses momentarily at the edge of town, looking back almost as if he's thinking of making a post but...he decides against it for now. And then he turns and heads off into the forest.

He'll return later with one lone flower still in between his fingers and some dirt on both pant legs and his hands. He takes a seat by the fountain in the town square idly looking at his journal and of course the flower he is twirling unmindful with his pointer finger and thumb of his left hand. ]

If you could go back and change one event in your life, would you? Or would leave it as a reminder or perhaps a lesson learned? History is known for teaching us our past mistakes and also to be used in helping us in the future as well. History repeats itself as the saying goes.

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[ Helios will give him a warm smile. ] That's a big relief. It's always a gamble when it comes to that. But the both of you deserve it. You're not overworking yourself, are you? [ His tone is a bit dour when he asks that question. Though you don't look worse for wear mentally is an entirely different thing. He knows how you get Naoki. ]

[Naoki's eyes dart a little to one side. You really do know how he gets, Helios. He's been nothing but a coil of nerves and worry since Richard got back and his friends were kidnapped.]

I'm trying not to. Richard won't let me, I don't think. [A bit of a laugh.]

[ Yeah because he's your pseudo-fasha and he knows these things or something. ]

I'll have to thank him for trying then. [ A brief moment of silence as he sits there idly continuing to twirl that flower. A soft sigh as he looks up at the sky. ] They'll be back and we'll just have help them when they do return.

[Sob, Naoki is such a open book. >: He wanders closer now to the fountain, takes a seat lightly next to him.] Mm, we will. [A beat--he looks at that flower.] Anything on your mind, Helios...?

[ He blinks. ] Oh-ah! Just a tad bit homesick I suppose. It must be silly for a grown man like me to get like this though, haha!

[Naoki quirks a small smile at him.] I don't think it's silly at all.

I suppose it was bound to catch up with me eventually, hm?

Mm, bound to. Even I miss things about how home used to be, now and again.

There's certainly no place like it. Things...and the people there. Or the people who remind you of it. [ There's a small wistful sigh that comes from his lips. ]

[Naoki gives him a look of quiet sympathy.] You been reminded of home a lot lately?

[ He nods head a little. ] What with recent events I suppose it's not too uncommon. And then there's-- [ He'll just drop the sentence as he stares back at that flower silently. His expression isn't one of sadness but...more along the lines of sympathy. This is the first time he hasn't been able to actually go see Elise's grave in three years since that day. ] I feel like...I'm letting someone down by not keeping them company I guess you could say.

[Naoki's expression softens. He felt a little like that, when his fathers' death anniversary had come and gone.] It's not like you can help that, though, Helios.

[ His grip on that flower might tighten a bit, but after a deep breath and a sigh he nods. ] Yes I know, it's silly to get worked up over something like that. Something you can't change but I just...can't help it even after all this time.

[He reaches over, lays a hand on his shoulder briefly.] I know how you feel, sort of. When the day that dad, well, when it came around... [He hunches his shoulders minutely.] I'd never missed a year before.

[ He'll look at Naoki a sad sympathetic smile, on his face. ] I'm sorry Naoki to have you remember such things, it wasn't my intention. [ He pauses looking back off towards the area he came from a few hours ago. ] It just didn't feel like it was right not to do something for her. Even if it is in the confines of...this place. Despite everything thinking about it actually makes me happy.

Don't worry about that, Helios. [Naoki shakes his head lightly with a small smile, then follows his gaze.] I had a drink in the honour of him, that day. Put some flowers on the river. [He seems a little wistful.] It's not bad to remember.

Ah I would felt dreadful if it was. Flowers on the river--ah yes that is a tradition in Japanese culture if I'm not mistaken? [ He'll look at his own, smiling. ] They're very beautiful, I'm sure she would love to have seen them for herself. She was always fond of any and all types now that I remember.

[A nod--then Naoki looks down at the flower, glances at him.] What was she like?

[ He looks up, back at Naoki before smiling and sighing. ] Smart, funny, she had a nasty right hook too. [ He just chuckles at that eyes looking distant as if remembering some occurrence. ] The garden she had was always in full bloom even during winter.

Nasty right hook...learned from experience? [A little smile as he leans his arms on his legs.] How? Did she have a...greenhouse or something?

No not personal. [ He is smiling a bit more now though. ] But I was witness to her taking some...ah frustrations out. Hmm no she was actually part dryad. Creating life was in her blood you could say, and she just had a way with implementing it.

Part dryad. [Naoki blinks slightly.] Sounds pretty amazing.

Ah--yes she was. Even her hair was tinged a bit green from that. [ He laughs lightly smiling. ] Mother's side, well, and her father was a magician. It's somewhat typical for two groups like that to come together in my world.

[He tilts his head slightly.] It is?

Mm yes. It's how magical bloodlines are formed in my world. People with more pure bloodlines tend to marry into families of equal or slightly lower magical capabilities. [ He smiles as if remembering something. ] And then there's also...True Light.

ϡ - chapter thirteen; rememberance [action|written]

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