Thread: Great Gospel of a Soldier's Honor. ( Dameon x CannibalisticKisses)

Days were often spent staring at the barrier between the humble town and carnage beyond. From morning til dusk the flower girl sat, emerald eyes trained forward and her head filled with hope. Hope that he would return. Hope that the war would end soon and everything would build itself back to the way that it had once been. Tranquil and homely. And there was a lingering hope that he would return home, safe and sound. Every day Aerith came to the wall, still as stone and prayed to the Gods above that no harm would befall him. Yet when the days grew long, her vehement hope began to diminish and soon it was nothing more than to reminiscence on when night came and her head laid down upon her pillow. Each night there was a dream of life before the war until finally there resided no reason longer to remember what had once been. War had been eradicated and from the ashes all the townspeople did what they could to rebuild what had been previous. To reform what had been devastated and construct a someplace better than it had ever been previous. Aerith spent much of the days doing what she could to lend a helping hand. She, far too frail, could not do much labor but the flower-girl tried her best. From baking good, to sweeping rubble, sewing clothes to spending her entire day with all the children. Her favorite thing to do however, was playing beautiful flowers. Rebuffed streets were adorned in foliage and often around the building laid at least one blossom, something to emanate cheer. Aerith's most favorite place to plant flowers happened to be a large church. Inside midst the massive stone pillar, a sea of pallid white blossoms swaying gently against a sweet breeze. While the plaque itself expressed a figure of great sorrow, nestled along delicate blossoms, it almost seemed more....tranquil. Nested among the pallid swaying flowers, she often lost herself to prayer. Still sending a lone voice out for Zack's safety. The war was over but it had not changed the lives which had been stripped, while his name had never come up as killed, he had been on the list of missing soldiers for quite some time. And so she prayed until moonlight peeked through the large mosaic window overhead. She would then slip off to bed and sleep another dreamless night. Today most of her time had been spend frolicking with the local children, telling stories and eating fresh baked goods. They played chase too, weaving along the various sectors and even scaling fences to keep out of sight. It had been rather, but soon all the children were called off for lunch and Aerith decided to take her packed lunch to the church, to sit in the flowers and enjoy the warm rays of light which seeped in. Even a blanket had been brought to lay out. A position had been chosen towards the front, laid directly under the largest window where sunlight pilfered down in various spectrum. Such radiant shades provided a seraphic glow upon lustrous chest locks, even casting the faint glimmer of a halo upon the young girl's crown. Aerith just lifted an apple to pastel pink lips when a voice cut through the warm silence. Its source at first, remained unknown, but its presence did not startle her any. Soft emerald flitted up under long lashes as the apple delicately found its spot back within the basket. Under pink fabric, long smooth limbs disengaged from their folded posture, shifting to stand while hands slipped down to pat towards any dust lingering. Once upright, a call echoed his question in a tender cherub pitch. Hello? Can I help you with something? The words had not longer left her lips than a second before the figure's face came into view. From there the world suddenly became still. Time drew to a halt as her heart ceased mid beat, peridot gaze frozen upon his face which had filled her dreams for far too long. And for a moment, it was unclear if relief filled her more than the sheer excitement or vice versa. Time jerked forward once more, spurned by a elated squeal piercing the soft hum brought by a rolling breeze. Like a bolt from a quiver, Aerith shot across the church, svelte arms held wide and ivory cheeks flushed a heated pink in her enthusiasm.