A world of a thousand worlds

ok this is it

[Warning: typical cliché love story. And this is the continuation of Areeyah's dream]

"So what is this dream of yours?" Trinity refilled her mug with soda.

"Weeeeell," in the point of distress, hesitating to tell her friends.

[Back to what she has dreamed of]

The stood up, resting in the side of the bed. Observing the breath taking view of dawn.

"Why so early?" asked by a woman, covered in sheets. Yet, Accrensius held the porcelain like chin of the doll. Speaking nothing.

"Today," he holds the eye contact with his 'partner'. "I will find what bothers me. I have not fulfilled what I am searching for."

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Walking to the same path again; all attention caught up on him.

He took the other path. Despite the efforts of the 'shop owners', he stared at someone.

"Good day, Sir, would you like to have small daggers or such?" asked by a shop owner.

"How about a firm, slender," the rogue looked below the shop owner's collar bones. "...raw..." he was handed a metal, which is supposed to be a metal sword or blade.

"Please come back again." With a blank face as the mask, the shop owner, in her mid-teen years, medium length, raven tinted hair. Despite how slim she was, her height reaches the man's elbows. Both of them have the same eye color, and same shade of skin.

"Impressive." The rogue commented. "Will it be alright if I can come back here?" He questioned.

"Come back whenever you like, my good lord." She says.

He left. Despite how simple she was, he would go back for her, unlike the other women who goes for him.

When the stars have appeared, he stood against a wall, which is nearby to the store.

Closing her store, wrapping the weaponry and materials in a thick cloth. He makes his move.

"It is a surprise for a fragile doll like you can carry that all in one hold." Gazing to the voice's direction. Evading the compliment; "My good lord, it is an apology for you not to be able to buy at this time. Well try again tomorrow." The man took what the doll was holding.

"It is a shame for a man to see a lady carry such weight." The lady paced to where the direction to be put.

"Despite how small looking this place of yours is actually large..." he said.

"It's to avoid to be stolen." Looking at her, confused. "There is no need to deepen to your words." Creating a stable eye contact.

"My good lord,..."