Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160218071019/@comment-25924729-20160305144053

(Music for added feels. Cowboy Bebop - Memory)

She kept silent, sensing this moment must be very intimate for him, and opting not to ruin it with words. The pen was beautiful, merely holding it made Zhu-li realize what a great woman Asper's mother must've been. Coupled with the haunting atmosphere the moon provided.

She realized how painful it must be for him to give it up, and how much it meant. To him, to her. She mused sadly that this was the one region of his heart she could never visit. She never knew her birth parents, never faced the threat of losing a loved one before. She would never be able to undestand or truly console him, but seeing the pure emotion when he spoke of her was enough.

Taking the pen, she grasped it firmly, holding to her chest over her heart. The necklace hung beside it, both objects glinted in artificial moonlight. "I'll keep it, i promise. Every word i write with it, every stroke will honour her memory. Her soul will live in my words."

She meant it, every word was a promise. Carefully, she slipped the pen into her pocket.