"The wind will blow into your face as the years pass you by"

[marco_innocent]

Characters: Marco\Azrael
Rating: To be determined
Time Period: Modern
Location: forestline
Relative Date: Present
Status: Open

Marco settled by the bottom of the tree, the plastic box in his hand, his eyes distant, in a time far away from this, cradling the box to his chest.

"Raven, for gods sake, can you sit still, for once?" Isaack corrected the

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[marco_innocent]

Marco looked up from his dreamy state to look at Hyacinth, blinking a bit before smiling, recognincing the language. He drew a breath. it was long since he had spoken greek. Especially ancient greek.
"I am spreading the ashes of my beloved to the angels of the wind."

[marco_innocent]

Marco smiled warmly at the other. "Yes, he is." Marco looked towards where the wind flowed. "I will keep him safe here." he touched his heart.
He looked up at the beautiful boy. "Thank you."