Things look phantasic in this dimness of the dusk, the spires whose bases are lost in the dark and tree-tops like blots of ink. I shall wait for the morning and wake up to see the city in the light.
This is a fanfic about Fushidian that I wrote a long time ago. I posted it on Tieba before, and now I've decided to post it here too.
So dead? Killed by Nose? On the premise that he had no intention of killing him? On the premise that the two fell in love?
Ah, so cute [cover face] As expected, I have always had a soft spot for dark things><
That sentence is. . . What does "I love you" mean?