06 Shot ✗ [video/action]
Euphie... Please, answer me... P-please Euphie--
[ Nothing. For the past day of searching, wandering, and repetitively calling on the Seals-- he had not heard her voice once. Nothing. Just the constant chatting over new arrivals buzzing to their destinations. But Suzaku didn't care about any of that. Euphemia-- she couldn't be gone.
Not when he was finally going to tell her how he felt. How much he loved her.
It was impossible. ]
Please, don't go--
[ Suzaku had finally stopped his wandering around the Metropolis District in a low alley, appearing as though he was a lifeless zombie. Euphie... Euphie... his dear princess. Had this world try to punish him? By showing him the princess he had once lost, only to be stripped away from him once again? Heh. Fitting fate for a murder.
The Seal next to him had dropped to the ground, unaware to the user that it was still on. The knight had his back pressed roughly to a wall. Eyes staring idling up in the sky. Though in his hands held a familiar device-- a gun.
It was a swift movement-- one that didn't require much thought when he pressed the device to his head. Yet everytime that expectant sound of a gunshot would of occurred, it never did. That darn power-- the one that made him unwillingly live -- wouldn't allow him to pull the trigger. Not like it didn't stop him from trying.
So in a heap of silent sobs, he continues. Whispering her name through chokes and shudders. ]
Oh God...
[ Nothing. For the past day of searching, wandering, and repetitively calling on the Seals-- he had not heard her voice once. Nothing. Just the constant chatting over new arrivals buzzing to their destinations. But Suzaku didn't care about any of that. Euphemia-- she couldn't be gone.
Not when he was finally going to tell her how he felt. How much he loved her.
It was impossible. ]
Please, don't go--
[ Suzaku had finally stopped his wandering around the Metropolis District in a low alley, appearing as though he was a lifeless zombie. Euphie... Euphie... his dear princess. Had this world try to punish him? By showing him the princess he had once lost, only to be stripped away from him once again? Heh. Fitting fate for a murder.
The Seal next to him had dropped to the ground, unaware to the user that it was still on. The knight had his back pressed roughly to a wall. Eyes staring idling up in the sky. Though in his hands held a familiar device-- a gun.
It was a swift movement-- one that didn't require much thought when he pressed the device to his head. Yet everytime that expectant sound of a gunshot would of occurred, it never did. That darn power-- the one that made him unwillingly live -- wouldn't allow him to pull the trigger. Not like it didn't stop him from trying.
So in a heap of silent sobs, he continues. Whispering her name through chokes and shudders. ]
Oh God...