>breathe in, hold it, and breathe out. the cycle continues. laying on the grass, kieran repeats himself, steadying himself. today's the day, he tells himself, today's the day arven dies. its an odd occasion to take part in, but, for the sake of his love life, kieran does what he has to.
>earlier that day, he had set himself up a lovely picnic blanket, for the stains of course. as he set up the plaid blanket, he took the time to ensure that his rifle had a bullet in the barrel. it never hurts to be prepared.
>now, as he overlooks the front entrance of naranja academy, where his sweet darling and that accursed interloper both go to learn, he breathes out. arven's out of the doors, thankfully alone. the wind isn't blowing. he's just shy of five hundred meters out. aiming just a hair's breath above arven's head and a second or two of walking ahead of him, kieran pulls the trigger.
>with a bang, merely softened by the silencer, it takes all of a second and a half for arven to collapse. no one is close enough to drag him back inside before the shot to his heart does him in. only fools go for headshots, and kieran's no fool.
>struck dumb by love? perhaps, but for florian? kieran would do anything.
