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Corvus was feeling all sorts of off today, and though he knew exactly why, he really wished convincing himself to ignore his relentless thoughts was something he could do that easily. He wasn't the type to just ignore things - though he was absolutely awful at vocalizing his feelings, he was damn good at feeling them, often too intensely. Why he couldn't stop thinking about Ignis when things were going so well with Twig, he wasn't quite sure, but he wished he could just silence his brain for the day. Doing it when he was with Twig was easy, but when he was on his own it seemed a whole lot harder.

Days like today were the times he wished his parents were still around, and he found himself reminiscing about them as he trudged slowly across the sand, his paws occasionally licked by the waves coming in. His dad would know what to do, wouldn't he? He didn't know everything about how his parents had met, but he remembered bits and pieces. It hadn't been an easy thing, from what he'd heard. They'd nearly hated each other as kids, and slowly they'd grown deeply in love. Would he ever feel that way, he wondered? He loved Twig, and things were going well with her, but...

But. He had no idea what else. Letting out a sigh, he kicked at the sand, and was instantly surprised when the wind caught the spray and sent it flying back in his face. Just my luck, he thought to himself, wishing he'd closed his eyes to avoid more of the sand that inevitable was sent straight into his eyes. Lifting a paw he rubbed at his eyes, trying to relieve the sudden burning.