[Life isn't fair. Life isn't fun. Life should be full of joy, but it isn't. A bird is cursed to end his life in suffering.]
[So yes, you have to roll with the punches. Find little bits of happiness. And if something doesn't have it, turn the trash into treasure. Things don't need to sink.]
[But maybe, if they can't fly, they can float on the endless waters, and stare at the sky above them in their splendor.]
[His ears are burning with the little bite - what a minx this guy is! - and he can't help but hold him a little tight, afraid with the jump. Now, they're on solid ground, but he doesn't let go for...a moment, as if afraid to lose more than just his life, now. He relents, though, settling on his feet, and-]
[Their hands intertwine. He stares at it for a moment - the anchor binds him, too - before he grins ever brightly.]
Follow me, and we'll see!
[To the great unknown! Or rather....on the train to the outskirts. Ruins stand in their wretched state, but close to the temple there are some flowering trees, wandering cats, and little places to camp out under the stars. And sure enough, Sampo has brought a nice tent to set up here, along with the necessities. Snacks, a nice pot to cook some stew and such over a little campfire, and comfortable blankets to rest their heads.]
[Just them, and the world, and no one else to enter this little bubble. As if time could still, and they could simply exist, with no worries or fears. Of course they're there, but...]
[Everything on the backburner. He'll make sure to be the best distraction he can be.]
[A night comes, and he's settling against Elysium on the blanket here, emerald eyes reflecting the glitter of the stars as he knocks his forehead against the other's shoulder.]
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[Life isn't fair. Life isn't fun. Life should be full of joy, but it isn't. A bird is cursed to end his life in suffering.]
[So yes, you have to roll with the punches. Find little bits of happiness. And if something doesn't have it, turn the trash into treasure. Things don't need to sink.]
[But maybe, if they can't fly, they can float on the endless waters, and stare at the sky above them in their splendor.]
[His ears are burning with the little bite - what a minx this guy is! - and he can't help but hold him a little tight, afraid with the jump. Now, they're on solid ground, but he doesn't let go for...a moment, as if afraid to lose more than just his life, now. He relents, though, settling on his feet, and-]
[Their hands intertwine. He stares at it for a moment - the anchor binds him, too - before he grins ever brightly.]
Follow me, and we'll see!
[To the great unknown! Or rather....on the train to the outskirts. Ruins stand in their wretched state, but close to the temple there are some flowering trees, wandering cats, and little places to camp out under the stars. And sure enough, Sampo has brought a nice tent to set up here, along with the necessities. Snacks, a nice pot to cook some stew and such over a little campfire, and comfortable blankets to rest their heads.]
[Just them, and the world, and no one else to enter this little bubble. As if time could still, and they could simply exist, with no worries or fears. Of course they're there, but...]
[Everything on the backburner. He'll make sure to be the best distraction he can be.]
[A night comes, and he's settling against Elysium on the blanket here, emerald eyes reflecting the glitter of the stars as he knocks his forehead against the other's shoulder.]
Do you like it here, Elysium?
[Is this what he wanted?]