Note; Hurt/comfort except that’s not true because there’s no one to comfort him and it’s just him reaching acceptance Fall had arrived faster than anticipated, he hadn’t even felt the temperatures dropping until it was far too late. Sat on a bench under an almost completely bare tree, Kamuro stared down at one of his hands while the other adjusted the scarf he’d been wearing. Perhaps he had spent » Continue Reading
Note; Obsessive and ‘somewhat’ toxic behavior ahead. A cluster of overwhelming thoughts ran rampant inside his head, almost making him want to cry. Unlike many of the past days, tonight he was not mourning any misfortune, any loss— At first sight, it truly didn't seem like he had any reason to feel upset, yet still he laid curled up in his bed while holding a pillow c » Continue Reading
Notes: OOC, written in third-person, as always. Vague depressive thoughts / hints at behavior. Life goes on, Kamuro knows this very well, though can’t help but feel hollow within, head hanging low as he stares down at his beloved’s grave— Life goes on, but right now, it truly does feel like it’s over for him. In his right hand, a beautiful bouquet of meticulously arranged flowers; a flash » Continue Reading
Note; these are all roleplay entries — Small drabbles about his life. Kamuro leans against the window, head pressing against the crystalline glass as he gazes at the landscape outside with a faint, yet still visible sense of longing within his tired eyes. What was he longing for? It isn’t like he knows anymore, his thoughts have become too cluttered, memories foggy, only becoming blurrier » Continue Reading