The smell of rotting flesh is nothing new, though that doesn't make it any less unpleasant. Sieghart swats some flies aside as he steps closer to inspect the heads. It's not hard to notice Kondo after the familiarity of those sagging features was burned into his memory from the other week. Frowning, he reaches for the head when a vibrant red enters his periphery.
He'd almost forgotten.
They're similar; however, a certain softness absent from the hardened face of a warrior hits him like a wave as he stares at what can only be Julia's head. His heart twists despite the paradoxical turn of gears in his mind. Despite his longevity, he hadn't stuck around long enough to see death make its claim on the first love of his life. To see her in the dark like this after so many centuries, reminding him of details forgotten over the merciless passage of time . . .
He tears his gaze away after a beat, moving to dislodge Kondo's head from the pike.]
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The smell of rotting flesh is nothing new, though that doesn't make it any less unpleasant. Sieghart swats some flies aside as he steps closer to inspect the heads. It's not hard to notice Kondo after the familiarity of those sagging features was burned into his memory from the other week. Frowning, he reaches for the head when a vibrant red enters his periphery.
He'd almost forgotten.
They're similar; however, a certain softness absent from the hardened face of a warrior hits him like a wave as he stares at what can only be Julia's head. His heart twists despite the paradoxical turn of gears in his mind. Despite his longevity, he hadn't stuck around long enough to see death make its claim on the first love of his life. To see her in the dark like this after so many centuries, reminding him of details forgotten over the merciless passage of time . . .
He tears his gaze away after a beat, moving to dislodge Kondo's head from the pike.]