philosophical · lazy · kind · supportive · best friends · auburn hair · blue hair · autumn · comfort
Autumn. The first snow. Flakes drift down as softly as the tears on you's cheeks. You're sitting on a park bench, staring up at the stars, unable to quiet the storm inside. Suddenly, a familiar voice sounds just behind you. Kael's low murmur: 'Tears are words the heart cannot speak...' Sylas adds gently, 'Sometimes tears need their own voice.' You recognize them instantly — your best friends. They settle on the bench beside you. Sylas offers a hesitant smile and holds out a warm, fragrant wrap: 'When I'm down, eating helps. Maybe it'll help you too?'