❖││SOMA││❖​:

                                                  _____  . { 👑 } .  _____

With no insignificant amount of conscious effort on his part,  dimmed ambers peel from the glass panes to instead regard Shiryu,  ever the eloquent advisor,  with slowly dissolving skepticism.      ❝ I suppose that is true … ❞      If it’s meant to be,  then it shall be.   His melancholic highness seems content in such an anticlimactic conclusion for all of three beats,  three clinks of bejeweled fingers tapping thoughtfully against the side of a warm cup nursed in both hands to ward off the chill.   A briefest moment of comfortable silence,  and of contemplation.

               ❝ …  but in the fateful event that we WERE to meet again ,  and if we should marry sometime next spring ,  would you recount this very moment in your wedding speech ? ❞      It made for an inspiring,  scenic tale of yearning and temperance,  he thinks,  a leisurely sip of his beverage as though the request wasn’t one bit unusual.

                                                ITS ALMOST AS THOUGH EVERYTHING HE SAID WENT IN ONE EAR & OUT THE OTHER!!! Shiryu did the SENSIBLE thing & turned the conversation to something else that could be more tolerable than the delusion he refused to indulge in. So, he did. ❛ You never did say what you were doing when you went back home to INDIA. I know that I, of all people, might not be the one to ask for explanations for SUDDEN DISAPPEARANCES but, a visit back home is usually, if not all the time, a joyous occasion. ❜ Take note as how we DON’T talk about the woman whom will NEVER make an appearance in Soma’s life again. He will find someone else that PLUCKS AT HEARTSTRINGS & find himself PINING for her like the one before. Clockwork.

                                                       To have no worries—to think of nothing else. ENVY did not suit Shiryu.