gone.

【 ❆ 𝕃𝕐𝕆ℕ。】ʷᶤᶰᵗᵉʳᵍʳᵃᶜᵉᵈ

@i-ced // STARTER
“Hm, seems like we’re almost there.”
His gaze pulled from the book in his lap, moving to instead peer out of the train window at the snow covered surroundings. The day of Ur’s passing had arrived, but even so it wasn’t a completely somber day. It’d been decided between the two that when this day had arrived, they would travel to Isvan for a final act. Ur in the past had never received a proper burial, or anything proper in remembrance to her sacrifice that day. That’s why it’d been decided that on this day a memorial would be built upon the place they’d all once trained and lived together at.

‘ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀʜᴏᴏᴅ’

█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ MANY YEARS PRIOR to this moment now, a young child was left alone in a storm that seemed to never end ; he was left alone to defy the world, left alone in a residue of destruction. Then, he met someone – Ur Milkovich.

This day, the foreboding heartache &&. agony had surfaced doubtlessly. The apprehension warning him to retake such ignorance and extract it from existence was compelling. But alas, he cannot UNWIND the clock, nor would he even take contemplation over doing so. At the very least, today, the splinter of grief that lodged within the depth his heart can find a cessation.

They are going back to Isvan.

Back to their cottage. Back to the beginning. Back to where they once belonged. TODAY, they will finally give their master a rightful memorial. With their hands that fostered the weight of her legacy, they will give Ur’s soul a place to rest &&. return to. A closure that she deserved.

❝ Lyon, ❞ his voice was HARD, but there was a certain warmness in there that one could call aggravated affection, and Gray raised his crown from its languid position against his senior’s shoulder … ~~has he fallen asleep?~~