day by day, (c)

a gentle breeze ruffled his hair, sending locks of raven colored hair into his eyes and disrupting his restive moment. the afternoon sunlight pierced through the gaps in the leaves that swayed overhead, shifting in response to the wind that invaded the picturesque park, and rays of light danced upon the ground in concordance with the trees, creating a mesmerizing play upon the shadows that arched away from the trees. darkness and light fought for control as the sun slowly disappeared from the sky, leaving a faint spattering of barely visible stars. the night threatened to overtake the day as the world remained in limbo, supporting both embodiments of darkness and light.

pale lips parted to expel an incredulous sigh. the ravenette questioned his own sanity as he shifted his position, moving his hands toward the ground and pressing his palms against the grass. he utilized his strength to push his body away from the soft bed of grass. when he regained an upright position, he dragged himself toward the tree that acted as his personal umbrella, shading him from the penetrating rays of sunlight, and upon reaching his destination, he reclined his body, pressing his back against the sturdy trunk of the tree and shifting his gaze toward the sky. he watched as the colors bled from the sky. they retreated in favor of the midnight blue hue that surfaced during the late hours of the evening. stars brightened as the sky darkened, showing that the light prevailed regardless of the darkness’ strength.

pathetic, syeira breathed as jaded chuckles escaped him, causing his shoulders to shake as he suppressed a majority of the insular sounding laughter. he did not want to frighten the young couples that pranced through the park, which everyone claimed to be magical. they falsely believed that couples could survive if they visited the park on their first date, for the park was the sol remainder of nature—the only surviving portion of land that evaded the colonization of the earth. lilla—the city of pleasure and deceit—boasted due to their acquisition of the small piece of protected nature; however, the blackette thought the entire world dwelled upon the past far too much. the past occurred, and while it should not be forgotten, their time would be better spent if they focused on securing their future.

whatever, he grumbled as he allowed pale lids to lower, hiding silver hued eyes from sight. syeira attempted to regain his meditative state, wanting to avoid his own present for a few more hours, for he did not wish to subject himself to the pawing mitts of his costumers without grounding himself and reaffirming his control over his own emotions. however, before he could descended into the safety of his own mind, a crack reached his sensitive ears. the sound reminded him of a snapping twig, and with a frown marring his features, he refused to open his eyes, silently praying that the approaching individual ignored him. and if the person in question did not, they would be facing his ire for disturbing his peace.