This is just full of thoughts related to the version of me that lives in a cottage in a small village with my best friend. Some poetry some songs idk whats happening tbh.

Fate has a funny way of sneaking up on the most strong-willed people. Unfortunately, Okuyasu is no different. His whole family has put their fates in their own hands, his brother, an angry shell of a kind and loving sibling who once put bandaids on his knees and played pretend with in the backyard, and his father, a grotesque monster who payed his price for lusting for money at the mere price of his own soul to Lord Dio. Keicho is determined to end his father's life with Okuyasu by his side. But can a certain boy with a bizarre tone and a complicated backstory cut the red string of fate from Okuyasu?

Abbacchio, injured, is stubbly and annoyed. Buccellati gives him a hand, and good news.

It takes everything Abbacchio has to hold back a shudder. He listens to the gentleness of Buccellati's voice, alternating between crooning at the snakes and soothing Abbacchio. His legs are aching with exhaustion. It must have been hours since the snakes first appeared. Days. Years.