today the clouds have swirled into the shape of a field of pitch black lycoris flowers, and yves is no longer in a pathetic little ball somewhere. instead he's walking among them in small paths, hard to see from afar but clearer when you're up close, and he truly looks a mess. his eyes are red and he's wearing an expression that can truly only be called heartbroken.
he's so lost in thought that he doesn't hear anyone approach. ]
week 1, friday
today the clouds have swirled into the shape of a field of pitch black lycoris flowers, and yves is no longer in a pathetic little ball somewhere. instead he's walking among them in small paths, hard to see from afar but clearer when you're up close, and he truly looks a mess. his eyes are red and he's wearing an expression that can truly only be called heartbroken.
he's so lost in thought that he doesn't hear anyone approach. ]