The pain I'd feel to lose you~
Characters: wavesoakedlegs and behisstrength!
Location: The forest
Time: Backdated to shortly after this!
Style: Third
Status: Closed
Many had found the Halloween curse to be a painful one, and suffered in the aftermath. The prospect of losing one's memories was difficult to deal with, after all, and being shown just how easily Vatheon could make that happen?
As one of those many, Mitsuhide was not coping very well.
He was already fearful of the fact that he could be sent home at any moment, without any choice in the matter... but now he was beginning to believe that his memories of the underwater city would be taken from him when he did so as well. To forget the friends he had made? Gracia, his daughter from another timeline? The time he had spent with his closest friend Motochika, dead and lost to him back home? It was a horrible thing to think about, but he could not stop.
Currently, the young samurai was sat in the forest clearing he and Motochika had come to think of as their own. He was surveying his latest attempts at woodwork; they were certainly nothing special, but he was progressing at least, and it gave him a distraction of sorts.
Distracting himself was all he could do to cope, really.
Location: The forest
Time: Backdated to shortly after this!
Style: Third
Status: Closed
Many had found the Halloween curse to be a painful one, and suffered in the aftermath. The prospect of losing one's memories was difficult to deal with, after all, and being shown just how easily Vatheon could make that happen?
As one of those many, Mitsuhide was not coping very well.
He was already fearful of the fact that he could be sent home at any moment, without any choice in the matter... but now he was beginning to believe that his memories of the underwater city would be taken from him when he did so as well. To forget the friends he had made? Gracia, his daughter from another timeline? The time he had spent with his closest friend Motochika, dead and lost to him back home? It was a horrible thing to think about, but he could not stop.
Currently, the young samurai was sat in the forest clearing he and Motochika had come to think of as their own. He was surveying his latest attempts at woodwork; they were certainly nothing special, but he was progressing at least, and it gave him a distraction of sorts.
Distracting himself was all he could do to cope, really.