Tuesday: Are you a lover or a fighter? (Plus Wednesday: place setting and Sunday: tangents)
Che.
You actually need to ask?
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A setting:
That is my room at the Order's HQ. It suits my purposes and there is nothing wrong with it.
I...miss it.
The stained glass of those windows is the color of lilacs, which makes it look like it's always dawn or dusk inside. Not that it really matters.
The way it's set out, when I lie in bed and turn my head to the side, I can see the lotus there. When I am there, I always keep the candle above it lit. I can see it in the periphery of my vision. Some people say that the passing of someone's life is like sand in an hourglass. Only an idiot would want to sit and watch the hourglass run down, but I guess once they started most people wouldn't look away.
The passing of my life is like the falling of the lotus petal. Only I am not there to see them fall. There are times when I return from missions and another one or two are wilted and dead beneath the glass.
I know what it means, and I am not afraid.
The places I have been staying here…
It's not like I care a lot about worldly things. It doesn't matter to me where I sleep. And it's not like I always drag the furniture around so that I will have a window to look out when I turn my head or be able to see the colors of the sky at sunset. Most of the time there's nothing worth looking at outside the windows here anyway.
You actually need to ask?
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A setting:
That is my room at the Order's HQ. It suits my purposes and there is nothing wrong with it.
I...miss it.
The stained glass of those windows is the color of lilacs, which makes it look like it's always dawn or dusk inside. Not that it really matters.
The way it's set out, when I lie in bed and turn my head to the side, I can see the lotus there. When I am there, I always keep the candle above it lit. I can see it in the periphery of my vision. Some people say that the passing of someone's life is like sand in an hourglass. Only an idiot would want to sit and watch the hourglass run down, but I guess once they started most people wouldn't look away.
The passing of my life is like the falling of the lotus petal. Only I am not there to see them fall. There are times when I return from missions and another one or two are wilted and dead beneath the glass.
I know what it means, and I am not afraid.
The places I have been staying here…
It's not like I care a lot about worldly things. It doesn't matter to me where I sleep. And it's not like I always drag the furniture around so that I will have a window to look out when I turn my head or be able to see the colors of the sky at sunset. Most of the time there's nothing worth looking at outside the windows here anyway.