All it took was a plane crash, and Kise Ryota was no more.
Strangely enough, he didn't feel sadness, only regret. Regret for not checking his engine beforehand. Regret for missing out on his friends with his job as a pilot. Regret for not spending t...
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"Alice?"
"Are you, Alice?"
Her emerald green eyes glimmered, as a peaceful smile graced her lips.
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Long and slender fingers silently grazed the dull gemstone before him. His cuffs were rolled up from the heat, revealing a pale scar on his forearm. The mark, like a vine, circled his arm, going from his elbow to his hand before fading away.
The Russian man hummed to himself in mild contemplation, lightly playing with the piece of jewelry in his right hand as he casually leaned on his left one. Face blank, a vague sense of boredom emanated from him as he kept his face from displaying any emotion.
His golden eyes unnoticeably narrowed before he quietly closed them and leaned further into his quilted fauteuil.
Alice, he gingerly thought.
His blond lashes quivered, letting his eyes flutter open. When was the last time he saw this earing? Gaze tinted with mild nostalgia, he imbued the Mist attributed earing with some of his Sky Flames.
The way it suddenly seemed to lit up, coming to life as a multitude of shades of indigo danced behind the gem brought a small smile to his lips. He longly exhaled, closing his eyes in the process, and when he opened them, the nostalgia was gone, leaving only coldness and indifference.
His gaze was sharp, leaving place for no mistake and the temperature seemed to drop by a few degrees. If one listened carefully, the low sound of statics echoed in the office, flashes of red and orange mingling with one another, clashing and disappearing before bursting out of nothingness at once.
AliceAliceAliceAliceAlice—
He closed his eyes, hiding his golden irises which were now tainted red as he regulated his breathing, calming his beating heart. He heaved a sigh, his eyes fluttered open, and in his golden hues, only small sparks of red appeared.
The red and orange which previously chaotically danced around his study turned calmer, merely flickering from time to time from one place to another. Aleksey paid it no mind his whole attention focused on the token he once left to his woman.
