walkingteacup

Recommended song to listen to while reading: https://youtu.be/XwT8Kz6ep1Y "Veneziano!" A voice calls out, and footsteps are heard running up the hill, where a lone figure stands, partially illuminated by the star and moonlight from above. The figure wears a light green dress, accompanied by a delicate apron and of equal pristine ivory cloth headpiece. They turn, their light brown hair catching in the light, a lone and strange curl bouncing slightly with the movement, sagging mournfully. "Roma...no...?" The figure slowly says, barely a whisper, as the second one suddenly stops in front of the first. His darker brown hair is mostly covered by