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꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷
Our relationship consists of constant reunions and farewells. When you finally decide to stay, please don't disappear again due to bad decisions, because what you leave behind are tears buried deep in the air and bags where you hang my irises for you.
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The horizon before them rose the beautiful night that guarded their deeds.
Each member kept a secret, but who wouldn't at this point in the destiny that intertwined them all?
The ship moved calmly thanks to the steady waves that swept across it, accompanied by the welcoming dawn, for the powerful breezes behind him were not lost on him.
The memory of the first countless sleepless nights was rekindled, sword in hand, slicing through each piece of wood that pierced it, one after another, until the battlefield... standing by his side.
He sighed calmly. There was no clear objective, no flank to stab, no enemies to dismember. He was simply polishing one of the weapons stored at the back of the forge, overseen by the elderly man responsible for the complete upkeep of the Scientific Kingdom.
With each slash of the blade against the stone, his mind wandered to other paths. They offered him moments of peace, yet he was still trapped.
His purpose was shrouded in a light veil of mist, so light, yet impossible to discern the path he was on. With each step, the mist intensified as he tried to count how many he had taken.
Then, with the first slash, the fire ignited against the blade.
His master was always his path. With each step he took, he followed those marks with fervor, wary behind him.
His guardian, his companion... his everything.
Enveloped in that beautiful golden mane and shining eyes, he stood at the front, leading all under his yoke.
of those who followed them.
Not limiting himself to mere force, Simon possessed a will forged in iron against the stones, an unbreakable and noble soul.
But even with all that strength, the tip broke at the first blow.
He imagined that things couldn't be better, or at least that was the initial impression.
For even if it were the most useful weapon, it would eventually break.
The jellyfish—he didn't know if they were the beginning or just the necessary push to bring them to the edge of the precipice—had warned him to go to the front in battle; he would take his place, sacrificing himself so that he would survive.
Without the option of repairing it, his hands lit the iron-filled furnace to forge another.
He had been taught that his life truly held no importance, his lord being indisputably first among all.
Amidst the flames, he was melting, having to add more chosen ones to his mixture to make it perfect.
He lost, he left, the stones took him, darkening his world for hundreds of years; the scene repeats itself again and again.
Reaching his peak of heat amidst the embers that consumed him piece by piece.
Darkness embraced him... Until he saw him again.
He remembers why he was here tonight.
Ginro.
That young man with hair, eyes, hands, body... Every detail, gesture, and movement a cursed vision, falling into madness, for his desires, if heard by those above, materialize into what most negated them, condemning him further to the growing obsession in his chest.
Pure bitterness of never being able to return from what once was, the flames extinguished by still-hot steel.
For each nightly reunion burned within, as all the remnants vanished.
Beditas, stories, songs.
Everything.
"Matsukaze"
I've done everything for her.
I covered her, recording in a muffled sound.
I raised every wall for her.
She extracts the molten metal, just like him.
I stoked and stoked the flame.
he places it on the iron, still in her world, without stopping to think of them.
I played a deadly game.
The battles, the exciting path of casual and entertaining confrontations all day under cover, and those sweet conversations of the night, just as dangerous as her face.
I'd take any blame for him.
He found himself again; his sins couldn't be absolved by Nadine, nor by himself, but only with her by his side was that guilt bearable, even if he carried double the burden, for strength wasn't just an adornment in his defined physique, but rather the will to be by her side.
Ginro.
It slid across his lips, drawing so many questions between them.
Where else could he go?
This was the path Diego chose, faced with loyalty or an irreversible stubbornness.
I'll never take 'no' for an answer.
Steps without egos, but not following those that were his.
Ginro.
He was always the one.
Because, regardless of tomorrow, his choice is clearer than crystal.
The light is still green.
Fragmenting at the beginning of his greatest curse.
Soon he'll walk through my door.
She drew closer that night, it being final. She'll arrive tonight like all the others, sharing the station in a strange conflagration.
So what's one more hour?
One after another, forging that weapon for his personal man, for his bags were of no interest to him.
He's gone to set things straight.
He knew it wasn't meant to be, for he had a life filled with similar problems and deprivations.
And I'm prepared to wait.
With all that against him, he'll find a way, if it's to become stronger, honing each skill to its maximum splendor, he'll know it will arrive at some point.
Soon all this will be over.
Go out and head east from that small room. When they leave here to win, they will all be victorious, for they believe in this path.
Two lives become one.
For there he is in the distance, choosing to send his side towards something more.
We have a date with fate.
It was now or never. Neither the jellyfish nor the enemies, not even himself, could stand in the way of what lay ahead.
So damn it, I can wait for him.
So fuck the world, it was clear there was no stopping it, and it was Fabienne who was becoming a reality.
Ginro
he was also on deck with dull eyes, so lost.
he slipped through my hands.
Thinking of finding them again in the infinity of space from which they were lost.
No one understands, how he can save me, oh
He had to move on, for no one has brought a new source of light into his life. He will gather those pieces and transform them into a new being.
Ginro
And there was only the possibility of seeing him in something truly new.
Oh, he was always the one.
He wasn't there, and those nights would not be replaced; they will be rewritten in his story.
The light's still green.
Shining from the depths of the pine trees and the dried meats.
And we've only just begun.
A new tomorrow lay before them. They were traveling in different directions at this point, and yet a new dawn was before them.
My Lord.
God sees all.
Ginro
He understands.
My Lord.
Forgive me for being your hands.
Ginro... I will fight alongside you until the end. It's a promise.
For yesterday, for today, for that future by your side, I will always be with you.
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