She is like an uncaptured sea breeze, always "encountered" near Moby Dick.
The skin under the damaged cuffs is as smooth as new, the smile at the campfire is fleeting, and the blue veins on the wrist are faintly visible.
Marco looked at her quietly returning home for the fifth time, and unconsciously rubbed the wine glass with his fingertips.
"Supplies?" He handed over the rum and glanced at her empty luggage.
The warmth on the boat quietly penetrated, and the nostalgia in her eyes and the bright blue mark on her wrist stung Marco.
"Go somewhere... Where there are no phoenixes."
"Have you hid enough?" He ignited green flames and blocked the hatch. His tone was calm but could not be criticized, "Let's talk about the curse later. Yoi."
Intent: Use "seeing", "protecting" and "bonding" to have the courage and strength to fight against ruthless fate.
