“I bid goodbye to my unreturning past and the nights of weeping, so that tomorrow I'll be able to shine.”
Happy holidays @Zuckarr! This is my gift to you. I was inspired by Rokutousei no Yoru and the hopes that reunion will come some day. I hope you enjoy! ⭐️✨
For @weiselzelle, mostly, but I tried to include as many No. 6 week prompts as reasonably possible xD
Shion did not like the look of the sky. A mile back everything had been fine, sunny, balmy weather, and Shion had dared to feel optimistic. Now hazy gray clouds had begun to drift above like tumbleweeds, dampening Shion’s good mood. Rikiga would have called the sudden change in weather a bad omen. But then, Rikiga thought everything was an omen of some sort. The Chronos townspeople were a superstitious lot. Shion’s mother had warned him about the small-minded nature of small towns when he had told her he planned to set up his practice there.
It feels like an omen, Shion thought to himself.
“But it should be fine! Right, Lili?” Shion leaned down to pat his horse’s neck.
Lili chuffed and picked up her pace. Shion chose to believe the sound was one of encouragement and that the low rumble in the distance was the crash of wagon wheels and nothing more ominous.
A raindrop smacked the brim of his hat. Shion clamped his teeth together and prayed. The gods didn’t listen, however, and another drop sunk into the fabric of his white shirt like a smear of grease. Then another drop, and another, and Shion sighed and slumped in the saddle.
I should have turned around when I had the chance. I could still turn around now….
But he could see the ranch already.It was a large sprawling property, with a barn, a stable, a small home, and rolling fenced-in fields. He didn’t see any animals outside—another bad omen—but the path up ahead was lined with vibrant daffodils, which Shion considered a good omen. His mother had always said daffodils represented new beginnings, and that was just what Shion needed.
By the time he had reached the entrance gate, the rain was a steady stream and had the makings of a real storm. He had to find shelter quickly or he wasn’t going to be at all presentable to the owner and that wouldn’t do. He had already been warned countless times that the man who owned this ranch was a savage, and a cutthroat, and an all-fired bastard, and if Shion was crazy enough to show up and try “peddling his horseshit” all he would get was a boot in the behind. But adversity had always lit a fire in Shion’s belly, so, naturally, since the townspeople seemed so certain this was a fool’s errand, Shion was determined to succeed. He had to look his best, talk his best, and come back triumphant.
First Snow of the Season | Dancing | Flower Shop AU
Made for @restructuralcommittee ’s No.6 week! This is very badly colored but I couldn’t leave it at only the pencil sketch-
(I’m trying to keep this Nezushi because I deeply love them, and I’m also attempting to cover as many as their looks I can) btw day 4 is going to be interesting 👀
Tumblr ruins the quality of the pictures so click on it to see the details!
