Kloverdesu
Magical Girl
Ooc: centered around Germany/Ludwig and N. Italy/Feliciano
Ic: If Feliciano told anyone how he got here, they wouldn't believe it. They wouldn't believe that anyone could really have everything taken away in the blink of an eye, would they? Things like that only happen on TV or in novels.
Rain spiraled down from the sky, numbing Feliciano's face, droplets of water running over tears. The acrid smell of gasoline and tar hit him as he clung to the drooping cardboard sign. Feliciano watched the cars whir by him, splashing the uneven sidewalk with dirty water. Feliciano's coat was thin. He shivered against the frigid air. Rain turned to hail. Still, nobody gave a second glance to the teenage boy on the side of the road, begging for money. Feliciano was tired. Really tired. He sat down on the wet ground, tucking his legs to his chest. Like he did every day, he prayed. But today, he prayed for something he'd never thought he would pray for: death.
Ic: If Feliciano told anyone how he got here, they wouldn't believe it. They wouldn't believe that anyone could really have everything taken away in the blink of an eye, would they? Things like that only happen on TV or in novels.
Rain spiraled down from the sky, numbing Feliciano's face, droplets of water running over tears. The acrid smell of gasoline and tar hit him as he clung to the drooping cardboard sign. Feliciano watched the cars whir by him, splashing the uneven sidewalk with dirty water. Feliciano's coat was thin. He shivered against the frigid air. Rain turned to hail. Still, nobody gave a second glance to the teenage boy on the side of the road, begging for money. Feliciano was tired. Really tired. He sat down on the wet ground, tucking his legs to his chest. Like he did every day, he prayed. But today, he prayed for something he'd never thought he would pray for: death.
