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beaslaysTitle: A Curtain of White
Verse/Characters: Etreverse Generation I / Yannesse, Amy, Tsubame, Asahi (not named)
Table: A - General
Prompt: 67. Snow
Word Count: 2582
Rating: PG
Summary: A boy looks for his father in the snow, a girl discovers the curtain between her and another.
Warnings: Er...major spoilers for this verse?
Author's Notes: This...probably isn't very understandable, as there's a lot of backstory I skipped over and didn't elaborate. Hopefully I'll be able to do that in later stories. Also, it's been a while since I've written anything this long OTL
***
A light breeze had picked up, chilling his cheeks and forehead and nose. Ahead, everything was white. The sky had turned white, even the thick clusters of trees were almost indistinguishable. Yannesse grimaced and forced himself to move forward, one step at a time, in the thick layer of snow. He wasn't all too sure how long he had been walking, but surely he was deep into the forest by this time...?
He drew his cloak tighter around himself, vaguely aware that he was an easy target in this place. The red he wore, not to mention his long black hair, would make him far too easy to spot. A single high-powered spell to his back, and it would be all over him.
I'm being unreasonable, he thought, This is the Alethes Forest. I practically grew up in here. There's no danger. There shouldn't be.
He didn't remember the forest being this inaccessible during winter though. When he was much younger, he had come in here to collect wood for the inn, and somehow, he had always managed to find some. He had always been warned not to cut the trees, as the beings residing in them would find a way to punish him. He knew better now.
The breeze began to grow stronger, and so he began to move again.
***
"Tomorrow, in the morning, go to the forest alone. I'm sorry...I'm sorry...but you shall find your answers there."
And what do I tell Tsubame and Amy?
***
"I've got to do this alone, he says!"
Tsubame kept her gaze on the white ground ahead, ignoring the elf behind her. She was shivering, despite the heavy clothing she wore, and the wings at her hips wrapped with a thick scarf to protect them. Underneath the thick layers, she had fluffed up all the feathers covering her lower body, an exta effort to stay warm. It wasn't much help.
For a moment, Tsubame mused that no sane person would use wings to fly around in weather as cold as this. Then she decided that Yannesse might just be crazy enough to attempt it, if he ever acquired wings of his own.
"The last time he said that, three nations nearly went to war, he nearly died, Tauz did, and I ended up giving that idiot a kiss."
Tsubame inwardly sighed and kept walking. Just how Amy managed to keep up her chatter was beyond her. She certainly wasn't in the mood to open her mouth at all, though breathing in through her nose didn't help much. Each breath sent shivers down her spine, chilled her innards and made her light-headed.
"I hope for his sake that he hasn't gotten himself into another stupid situation," said Amy, running ahead a little. Tsubame narrowed her eyes, watching the dark-haired elf stumble and fall to the ground, before picking herself back up. The elf was putting on a show, Tsubame knew that much, and she was certainly hiding something from everyone else. Granted, they both were...
Tsubame hoped for Yannesse's sake that whatever he came out here to do was important, because she was going to skin him alive otherwise.
"Hey, you don't suppose we're in the wrong place?" said Amy suddenly, looking up. "Because this clifface sure doesn't look like a forest to me."
Tsubame inhaled sharply through her mouth, ready to fire off a string of curses, only to find herself falling over face first into the snow-covered ground.
"Well," said Amy, bending down to pick up the winged girl before throwing her over her shoulder. "That certainly took long enough."
***
Yannesse tripped.
He picked himself back up, spitting out some snow and cursing. He was most likely lost, perhaps he had even been going around in circles. Wiping his mouth on his sleeve, he looked around for something, anything, that could be used as a marker for his location.
He became aware of another's presence.
Standing before him at a considerable distance was a figure clad completely in white, blending far too well into the snow around him. The man--if it was even a man--appeared to have white hair, a curtain of white framing his pale face. His eyes, though primarily blue, reminded Yannesse of a lightning storm.
Blue eyes gazed back at Yannesse's red. He tensed, pursing his lips as he found himself entranced, realizing that this man was so familiar, far too familiar to him. Yet...what happened to him, to turn him into a being of the cold?
The man began to turn away, and Yannesse saw now that his hair trailed on the ground, sliding against the snow, white upon white.
"Wait!" called Yannesse, pulling himself off the ground and running towards the man now. He stopped just before the other, breathing heavy. The stranger remained still, watching him with impassive eyes.
"...father," said Yannesse, falling to his knees and staring the man in the eyes. "Are you...my father?"
The man chuckled, and finally smiled.
***
Tsubame awoke to the smell of burning.
That wasn't right. She clearly remembered traversing through the snow with Amy. There shouldn't be anything burning nearby...
"You were freezing up," said an all too familiar voice, "I had to cast some fire for you."
Tsubame sat up. Right away, a wave of dizzyness swept through her.
She leant back, closing her eyes. Her wings felt limp, her arms heavy and her legs as though they were sinking. When she regained enough of her strength, she sat up again, looking up.
Sitting there was Amy, smiling a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. She was dressed in nothing more than her undergarments, a thin white piece that fell to her knees. Tsubame looked down at herself, finding the pink coat that Amy was so fond of wrapped around her. She made to push it off, then decided against it.
The fire cackled between them, orange in color and barely enough to warm them both.
"What happened?" asked Tsubame, noting that Amy didn't look as though she were feeling cold at all.
"You passed out," said the elf, still smiling, "I found us a cave. We can stay here until you feel better."
"Aren't you cold?"
"Allow me to handwave that by saying 'I'm an elf'."
"No."
"I'm an elf."
***
They sat apart from each other, Yannesse on one side of the stone table, his long lost father opposite him.
There was something surreal about the whole affair, for Yannesse. On one hand, he had just discovered the key to his past. On the other, he had just found affirmation that his entire life, his identity, had been a lie.
"Allow me to get this straight," he said, frowning. "You were a general of the capital, and you're actually half-toushi, your mother having been one of the missionaries sent by the High Council of the Toushi."
"Yes."
"And my mother was actually a demonness who was sent to assassinate you, only for her to fall madly in love with you."
"Yes."
"And you left me at Alethes because you were being chased by humans, toushi and demons."
"Most unfortunately, yes."
"And for the past twenty years you've been living alone in the forest, where the very spirit of the planet has been speaking with you and keeping you hidden in exchange for you protecting the forest."
"Sixteen. You were four when I left you. And yes, though it is a slightly more complicated relationship than that."
"Seventeen actually, I'm twenty one..." Yannesse stopped, then sighed and shook his head. "I don't believe this." The entire story sounded like it came from one of those books Amy was always reading.
The man before him laughed aloud, a sound that rang back at them in the small space of the cavern.
"You should not fear age."
"That's not what I'm worried about."
"Why don't you tell me your story, then?" said the man, resting his elbows on the table and his chin on his hands. "Think of it as...catching up."
Yannesse sighed, and began to relate his story, beginning with the day he met Tsubame.
***
Tsubame sneezed, pulling Amy's coat and her own coat closer around her. Her legs and arms were still unusually heavy, and she couldn't feel her wings at all.
Where was Amy? The elf had gone further into the cave to explore, but that had been sometime ago. Had the elf lost her way? Despite herself, Tsubame found herself worrying for Amy.
Pursing her lips, she began to stand, moving each limb slowly and gripping the two coats tightly for fear of them falling off. She turned to face the lone dark tunnel, which Amy had disappeared into. The dark tunnel seemed to welcome her, invite her with the mysteries that lay past it.
Willing herself to walk, Tsubame began to move. She stumbled on the first step, fortunately catching herself on the cave wall before she fell too far. She stumbled again on her second step. And on her third. And on her fourth.
Still she kept herself moving. She had to find Amy.
She owed Yannesse that much.
***
"Amy sounds like a lovely one. Perhaps you should marry her."
"Wh-what? Th-that's not--!"
"Well, this Tauz fellow sounds nice as well."
"Tauzneal is male!"
"I am certain the women in your life would not mind."
"He's dead!"
"...a pity then."
***
When Tsubame found her, Amy was trapped beneath several layers of rock and snow.
She looked up at the now bared sky, which had turned an unhappy, ashen gray. Amy was calling out to her, asking her to save her.
When Tsubame gave no reply, Amy began to beg her.
I hate you. The words were on the tip of her tongue. Words she had wanted to say for so long. This elf who had come into their lives so suddenly, could so easily leave in just as sudden a manner.
Tsubame only had to turn around and walk away and she would never have to see the elf in her entire life ever again.
Amy had begun to sob as she begged, throwing Yannesse's name at her several times.
Tsubame's grip on her coat tightened. Amy's had fallen off somewhere along the way, in that dark tunnel behind her.
I hate you.
***
"I should be hating you," said Yannesse.
"Then do so," replied his father.
"I can't bring myself to."
"Then...Thank you."
***
"H-hey, Tsubame...w-we're friends, r-right...?" Amy almost sounded scared as she spoke, and perhaps she really was. Tsubame had no way of knowing for certain.
She never quite had a reason to trust the elf. Perhaps Yannesse had one, but in the time they'd spent together, Tsubame had only grown to distrust Amy more and more.
In her mind, she recounted the things Amy had done to them, things which Tsubame counted as crimes. Attacking Tauzneal on the grounds of his race. Stealing their only means of escape and using it for herself. Standing by and doing nothing while they were arrested by the elves for a crime they had not committed.
Granted, Amy had come up with a good excuse for each crime of hers, but Tsubame had never accepted those either.
Tsubame liked elves. They were friendly. They knew how to give the right information when asked. Well, yes, they weren't always straight to the point with their information and instructions, but they did their duties well and effectively. The majority of them had forgiven the rest of the world.
Tsubame didn't like Amy. At all.
She clenched her fists, staring at the rocks piled up before her. Her legs were beginning to give way, so she knelt. Her arms still felt heavy, so she finally let go of the coat, letting it fall to the ground.
Tsubame leant in, placing her hands on the rock nearest to her. Manipulation of earthly materials wasn't among the best of her skills, but she knew the basics, and all she needed was just a small push...and it would all be over.
"Amy," she said, her voice soft, "I need you to stay still."
"What...? What are you doing...?"
She didn't answer. Instead, she summoned what little of her strength remained, and pushed all her otherwordly power into her hands.
Rocks began to fly.
Tsubame collapsed, completely drained of her energy. As she drifted into darkness, she heard a voice, familiar, yet distant.
"Just as planned."
***
"Truly, you're worthy of the title," said his father.
Yannesse shook his head. "Tauz would have it, but...the Ketirra refused to place a title on one of his kind."
His father smiled as though he knew something Yannesse didn't. "The Ketirra," he began, "if he has not yet been overthrown and we speak of the same one, is a fool. A foolish ass who dares not leave the rooms he are comfortable with. He is young. And the only reason he has become Ketirra is that it was the will of the previous Ketirra upon his deathbed."
Yannesse blinked.
"And," here the elder of the two drew in a sharp breath, "He is your uncle. My human half-brother."
***
"I've returned!" Yannesse announced as he threw the door open.
He was met with only silence, despite the presence of a number of servants. At the sight of him, several of the servants fled the large living room, bringing with them their cleaning tools.
He frowned, before realizing he had come back much earlier than the usual waking time of an aristocrat. Hence why he had caught these servants at work.
He shook his head, then made for the stairs, only vaguely aware that there were several eyes following him from behind hidden doors. He managed the stairs without any incident ("Oh I just mopped that!" "Shhh!") and rushed down the corridor to Tsubame's room.
The room was empty.
He turned and ran to the other end of the corridor, to Amy's room.
Light spilled out when he opened the door, and he breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Amy there, sitting by the bed where Tsubame lay.
"Welcome home," said Amy, looking distressed. "Tsubame's caught a most unfortunate cold, and she was with me when she collapsed and I didn't think to move her, so..."
He pulled her into a hug. "It's all right," he said, releasing her and moving to kneel by the bed.
"Did you find him?"
He nodded, taking hold of Tsubame's hand. Leaning in, he pressed his lips to the back of her hand. He wasn't all too scared of losing her to a cold though--she had survived worse after all.
"Well," said Amy, sitting on the bed, and looking down at him with a smile. "I hope it went well."
Yannesse nodded again, holding onto Tsubame's hand tightly. "It did. I promised to visit him again some time."
Here, Amy stood. "Then perhaps we could go together sometime," she said, bending down and planting a kiss on his forehead. She laughed, turning away and skipping out the door.
Yannesse stared after her for a moment, before returning his attention to Tsubame. She was pale, and her long brown hair had lost its luster. He stood, leaning in to brush aside a few stray locks, before straightening himself. It would be best to let her rest, he supposed, turning away.
He shut off the lamps, and followed Amy out the door, shutting it completely behind him and leaving the room in darkness.
Tsubame stirred, but did not wake.
End.
I...hope that made sense.
//
Verse/Characters: Etreverse Generation I / Yannesse, Amy, Tsubame, Asahi (not named)
Table: A - General
Prompt: 67. Snow
Word Count: 2582
Rating: PG
Summary: A boy looks for his father in the snow, a girl discovers the curtain between her and another.
Warnings: Er...major spoilers for this verse?
Author's Notes: This...probably isn't very understandable, as there's a lot of backstory I skipped over and didn't elaborate. Hopefully I'll be able to do that in later stories. Also, it's been a while since I've written anything this long OTL
A light breeze had picked up, chilling his cheeks and forehead and nose. Ahead, everything was white. The sky had turned white, even the thick clusters of trees were almost indistinguishable. Yannesse grimaced and forced himself to move forward, one step at a time, in the thick layer of snow. He wasn't all too sure how long he had been walking, but surely he was deep into the forest by this time...?
He drew his cloak tighter around himself, vaguely aware that he was an easy target in this place. The red he wore, not to mention his long black hair, would make him far too easy to spot. A single high-powered spell to his back, and it would be all over him.
I'm being unreasonable, he thought, This is the Alethes Forest. I practically grew up in here. There's no danger. There shouldn't be.
He didn't remember the forest being this inaccessible during winter though. When he was much younger, he had come in here to collect wood for the inn, and somehow, he had always managed to find some. He had always been warned not to cut the trees, as the beings residing in them would find a way to punish him. He knew better now.
The breeze began to grow stronger, and so he began to move again.
"Tomorrow, in the morning, go to the forest alone. I'm sorry...I'm sorry...but you shall find your answers there."
And what do I tell Tsubame and Amy?
"I've got to do this alone, he says!"
Tsubame kept her gaze on the white ground ahead, ignoring the elf behind her. She was shivering, despite the heavy clothing she wore, and the wings at her hips wrapped with a thick scarf to protect them. Underneath the thick layers, she had fluffed up all the feathers covering her lower body, an exta effort to stay warm. It wasn't much help.
For a moment, Tsubame mused that no sane person would use wings to fly around in weather as cold as this. Then she decided that Yannesse might just be crazy enough to attempt it, if he ever acquired wings of his own.
"The last time he said that, three nations nearly went to war, he nearly died, Tauz did, and I ended up giving that idiot a kiss."
Tsubame inwardly sighed and kept walking. Just how Amy managed to keep up her chatter was beyond her. She certainly wasn't in the mood to open her mouth at all, though breathing in through her nose didn't help much. Each breath sent shivers down her spine, chilled her innards and made her light-headed.
"I hope for his sake that he hasn't gotten himself into another stupid situation," said Amy, running ahead a little. Tsubame narrowed her eyes, watching the dark-haired elf stumble and fall to the ground, before picking herself back up. The elf was putting on a show, Tsubame knew that much, and she was certainly hiding something from everyone else. Granted, they both were...
Tsubame hoped for Yannesse's sake that whatever he came out here to do was important, because she was going to skin him alive otherwise.
"Hey, you don't suppose we're in the wrong place?" said Amy suddenly, looking up. "Because this clifface sure doesn't look like a forest to me."
Tsubame inhaled sharply through her mouth, ready to fire off a string of curses, only to find herself falling over face first into the snow-covered ground.
"Well," said Amy, bending down to pick up the winged girl before throwing her over her shoulder. "That certainly took long enough."
Yannesse tripped.
He picked himself back up, spitting out some snow and cursing. He was most likely lost, perhaps he had even been going around in circles. Wiping his mouth on his sleeve, he looked around for something, anything, that could be used as a marker for his location.
He became aware of another's presence.
Standing before him at a considerable distance was a figure clad completely in white, blending far too well into the snow around him. The man--if it was even a man--appeared to have white hair, a curtain of white framing his pale face. His eyes, though primarily blue, reminded Yannesse of a lightning storm.
Blue eyes gazed back at Yannesse's red. He tensed, pursing his lips as he found himself entranced, realizing that this man was so familiar, far too familiar to him. Yet...what happened to him, to turn him into a being of the cold?
The man began to turn away, and Yannesse saw now that his hair trailed on the ground, sliding against the snow, white upon white.
"Wait!" called Yannesse, pulling himself off the ground and running towards the man now. He stopped just before the other, breathing heavy. The stranger remained still, watching him with impassive eyes.
"...father," said Yannesse, falling to his knees and staring the man in the eyes. "Are you...my father?"
The man chuckled, and finally smiled.
Tsubame awoke to the smell of burning.
That wasn't right. She clearly remembered traversing through the snow with Amy. There shouldn't be anything burning nearby...
"You were freezing up," said an all too familiar voice, "I had to cast some fire for you."
Tsubame sat up. Right away, a wave of dizzyness swept through her.
She leant back, closing her eyes. Her wings felt limp, her arms heavy and her legs as though they were sinking. When she regained enough of her strength, she sat up again, looking up.
Sitting there was Amy, smiling a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. She was dressed in nothing more than her undergarments, a thin white piece that fell to her knees. Tsubame looked down at herself, finding the pink coat that Amy was so fond of wrapped around her. She made to push it off, then decided against it.
The fire cackled between them, orange in color and barely enough to warm them both.
"What happened?" asked Tsubame, noting that Amy didn't look as though she were feeling cold at all.
"You passed out," said the elf, still smiling, "I found us a cave. We can stay here until you feel better."
"Aren't you cold?"
"Allow me to handwave that by saying 'I'm an elf'."
"No."
"I'm an elf."
They sat apart from each other, Yannesse on one side of the stone table, his long lost father opposite him.
There was something surreal about the whole affair, for Yannesse. On one hand, he had just discovered the key to his past. On the other, he had just found affirmation that his entire life, his identity, had been a lie.
"Allow me to get this straight," he said, frowning. "You were a general of the capital, and you're actually half-toushi, your mother having been one of the missionaries sent by the High Council of the Toushi."
"Yes."
"And my mother was actually a demonness who was sent to assassinate you, only for her to fall madly in love with you."
"Yes."
"And you left me at Alethes because you were being chased by humans, toushi and demons."
"Most unfortunately, yes."
"And for the past twenty years you've been living alone in the forest, where the very spirit of the planet has been speaking with you and keeping you hidden in exchange for you protecting the forest."
"Sixteen. You were four when I left you. And yes, though it is a slightly more complicated relationship than that."
"Seventeen actually, I'm twenty one..." Yannesse stopped, then sighed and shook his head. "I don't believe this." The entire story sounded like it came from one of those books Amy was always reading.
The man before him laughed aloud, a sound that rang back at them in the small space of the cavern.
"You should not fear age."
"That's not what I'm worried about."
"Why don't you tell me your story, then?" said the man, resting his elbows on the table and his chin on his hands. "Think of it as...catching up."
Yannesse sighed, and began to relate his story, beginning with the day he met Tsubame.
Tsubame sneezed, pulling Amy's coat and her own coat closer around her. Her legs and arms were still unusually heavy, and she couldn't feel her wings at all.
Where was Amy? The elf had gone further into the cave to explore, but that had been sometime ago. Had the elf lost her way? Despite herself, Tsubame found herself worrying for Amy.
Pursing her lips, she began to stand, moving each limb slowly and gripping the two coats tightly for fear of them falling off. She turned to face the lone dark tunnel, which Amy had disappeared into. The dark tunnel seemed to welcome her, invite her with the mysteries that lay past it.
Willing herself to walk, Tsubame began to move. She stumbled on the first step, fortunately catching herself on the cave wall before she fell too far. She stumbled again on her second step. And on her third. And on her fourth.
Still she kept herself moving. She had to find Amy.
She owed Yannesse that much.
"Amy sounds like a lovely one. Perhaps you should marry her."
"Wh-what? Th-that's not--!"
"Well, this Tauz fellow sounds nice as well."
"Tauzneal is male!"
"I am certain the women in your life would not mind."
"He's dead!"
"...a pity then."
When Tsubame found her, Amy was trapped beneath several layers of rock and snow.
She looked up at the now bared sky, which had turned an unhappy, ashen gray. Amy was calling out to her, asking her to save her.
When Tsubame gave no reply, Amy began to beg her.
I hate you. The words were on the tip of her tongue. Words she had wanted to say for so long. This elf who had come into their lives so suddenly, could so easily leave in just as sudden a manner.
Tsubame only had to turn around and walk away and she would never have to see the elf in her entire life ever again.
Amy had begun to sob as she begged, throwing Yannesse's name at her several times.
Tsubame's grip on her coat tightened. Amy's had fallen off somewhere along the way, in that dark tunnel behind her.
I hate you.
"I should be hating you," said Yannesse.
"Then do so," replied his father.
"I can't bring myself to."
"Then...Thank you."
"H-hey, Tsubame...w-we're friends, r-right...?" Amy almost sounded scared as she spoke, and perhaps she really was. Tsubame had no way of knowing for certain.
She never quite had a reason to trust the elf. Perhaps Yannesse had one, but in the time they'd spent together, Tsubame had only grown to distrust Amy more and more.
In her mind, she recounted the things Amy had done to them, things which Tsubame counted as crimes. Attacking Tauzneal on the grounds of his race. Stealing their only means of escape and using it for herself. Standing by and doing nothing while they were arrested by the elves for a crime they had not committed.
Granted, Amy had come up with a good excuse for each crime of hers, but Tsubame had never accepted those either.
Tsubame liked elves. They were friendly. They knew how to give the right information when asked. Well, yes, they weren't always straight to the point with their information and instructions, but they did their duties well and effectively. The majority of them had forgiven the rest of the world.
Tsubame didn't like Amy. At all.
She clenched her fists, staring at the rocks piled up before her. Her legs were beginning to give way, so she knelt. Her arms still felt heavy, so she finally let go of the coat, letting it fall to the ground.
Tsubame leant in, placing her hands on the rock nearest to her. Manipulation of earthly materials wasn't among the best of her skills, but she knew the basics, and all she needed was just a small push...and it would all be over.
"Amy," she said, her voice soft, "I need you to stay still."
"What...? What are you doing...?"
She didn't answer. Instead, she summoned what little of her strength remained, and pushed all her otherwordly power into her hands.
Rocks began to fly.
Tsubame collapsed, completely drained of her energy. As she drifted into darkness, she heard a voice, familiar, yet distant.
"Just as planned."
"Truly, you're worthy of the title," said his father.
Yannesse shook his head. "Tauz would have it, but...the Ketirra refused to place a title on one of his kind."
His father smiled as though he knew something Yannesse didn't. "The Ketirra," he began, "if he has not yet been overthrown and we speak of the same one, is a fool. A foolish ass who dares not leave the rooms he are comfortable with. He is young. And the only reason he has become Ketirra is that it was the will of the previous Ketirra upon his deathbed."
Yannesse blinked.
"And," here the elder of the two drew in a sharp breath, "He is your uncle. My human half-brother."
"I've returned!" Yannesse announced as he threw the door open.
He was met with only silence, despite the presence of a number of servants. At the sight of him, several of the servants fled the large living room, bringing with them their cleaning tools.
He frowned, before realizing he had come back much earlier than the usual waking time of an aristocrat. Hence why he had caught these servants at work.
He shook his head, then made for the stairs, only vaguely aware that there were several eyes following him from behind hidden doors. He managed the stairs without any incident ("Oh I just mopped that!" "Shhh!") and rushed down the corridor to Tsubame's room.
The room was empty.
He turned and ran to the other end of the corridor, to Amy's room.
Light spilled out when he opened the door, and he breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Amy there, sitting by the bed where Tsubame lay.
"Welcome home," said Amy, looking distressed. "Tsubame's caught a most unfortunate cold, and she was with me when she collapsed and I didn't think to move her, so..."
He pulled her into a hug. "It's all right," he said, releasing her and moving to kneel by the bed.
"Did you find him?"
He nodded, taking hold of Tsubame's hand. Leaning in, he pressed his lips to the back of her hand. He wasn't all too scared of losing her to a cold though--she had survived worse after all.
"Well," said Amy, sitting on the bed, and looking down at him with a smile. "I hope it went well."
Yannesse nodded again, holding onto Tsubame's hand tightly. "It did. I promised to visit him again some time."
Here, Amy stood. "Then perhaps we could go together sometime," she said, bending down and planting a kiss on his forehead. She laughed, turning away and skipping out the door.
Yannesse stared after her for a moment, before returning his attention to Tsubame. She was pale, and her long brown hair had lost its luster. He stood, leaning in to brush aside a few stray locks, before straightening himself. It would be best to let her rest, he supposed, turning away.
He shut off the lamps, and followed Amy out the door, shutting it completely behind him and leaving the room in darkness.
Tsubame stirred, but did not wake.
End.
I...hope that made sense.
//
