The moonlight flooded the air, the stars were caught beneath the clouds tonight. Jahanghir was caught in a trance, shit it was something to this air. It was the kind of atmosphere that gripped you and made you want to move. It was like running through a party with the lights out, half-faded; his heart beat skipped.
"?"
He grinded his teeth, he was in the middle of a Kou festival. But it was more like a party. He made his way through the sea of people his strong body parted the waves of drunk citizens.
"they party like this war hasnt wrecked their homes" then he stopped.
"Maybe they party because of that"
He didnt shake his head he continued pass the people and into the back streets. He crossed the most beautiful courtyard, stepping over red wooden bridges above koi fish ponds. The buildings attached to it were ornamented and adorned with greenery, shrubs and assortments of flowers. The moonlight still prevailed.
"..."he just thought it was beautiful, and what was even more beautiful was the moon and it's strength. The orb floated in space more than twice its usual size, almost magnified. He had been walking for some time making his way through different courts, parks and streets of the upper class district; only now had he realized the moon was blue.
He stopped again in the middle of a square stone patio about 7 meters in size. The patio was surrounded by a Koi pond, but it was one of the more unique arrangements. He stopped and he stared at the moon and something moved his heart. It brought his memories back.
"Diana." Jahan muttered slowly. He had remembered his last night with her under the moonlight. How much of his heart he had wanted to give to her. She had been there for him, and he cared for her.
Then at nowhere she was gone. He hadn't thought about it much at first, than days went by. Weeks, Months. She was gone, and when he did realize it; he knew just how much it hurt to be without her. The rukh stirred around Jahan, he wanted no more than to see the woman now. He had not wanted anything but to return to the house He and Knuckles were using for base. He had to shake it off knowing the man would likely come looking for him if he took long. The patterned high class residential area was a light jog for a fanalis.
Right before passing the 7th bridge he saw someone standing across it. He couldnt make out whoever it was but he squinted and somehow it was a familiar shape, and then the feeling of hot blood rushed him.
Who in hell was that?
"?"
He grinded his teeth, he was in the middle of a Kou festival. But it was more like a party. He made his way through the sea of people his strong body parted the waves of drunk citizens.
"they party like this war hasnt wrecked their homes" then he stopped.
"Maybe they party because of that"
He didnt shake his head he continued pass the people and into the back streets. He crossed the most beautiful courtyard, stepping over red wooden bridges above koi fish ponds. The buildings attached to it were ornamented and adorned with greenery, shrubs and assortments of flowers. The moonlight still prevailed.
"..."he just thought it was beautiful, and what was even more beautiful was the moon and it's strength. The orb floated in space more than twice its usual size, almost magnified. He had been walking for some time making his way through different courts, parks and streets of the upper class district; only now had he realized the moon was blue.
He stopped again in the middle of a square stone patio about 7 meters in size. The patio was surrounded by a Koi pond, but it was one of the more unique arrangements. He stopped and he stared at the moon and something moved his heart. It brought his memories back.
"Diana." Jahan muttered slowly. He had remembered his last night with her under the moonlight. How much of his heart he had wanted to give to her. She had been there for him, and he cared for her.
Then at nowhere she was gone. He hadn't thought about it much at first, than days went by. Weeks, Months. She was gone, and when he did realize it; he knew just how much it hurt to be without her. The rukh stirred around Jahan, he wanted no more than to see the woman now. He had not wanted anything but to return to the house He and Knuckles were using for base. He had to shake it off knowing the man would likely come looking for him if he took long. The patterned high class residential area was a light jog for a fanalis.
Right before passing the 7th bridge he saw someone standing across it. He couldnt make out whoever it was but he squinted and somehow it was a familiar shape, and then the feeling of hot blood rushed him.
Who in hell was that?
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