[The post-it note was not the only thing that rested against the tombstone. While he cared little for graveyards over the centuries - he always was just that tad envious of those who rested within - he remembered the one who advocated his survival most. Not that he truly agreed, but he could not help but admire the stubbornness with which he fought with those such as Sephiroth.
Which is why he had left a single bouquet beside the stone with the man's name etched thereupon. A simple one, really - one of dead leaves and petunias, with a single dark pink rose set in the center. A small gesture of what remained of the shadow he had once faced and his goodwill - amidst his far stronger sense of loathing and resentment for the man - before returning to Eos in order to finish what he started.
not here;
Which is why he had left a single bouquet beside the stone with the man's name etched thereupon. A simple one, really - one of dead leaves and petunias, with a single dark pink rose set in the center. A small gesture of what remained of the shadow he had once faced and his goodwill - amidst his far stronger sense of loathing and resentment for the man - before returning to Eos in order to finish what he started.
It was two days old at most.]