Emillia|Blind|hufflepuff|tagged~Kilo
Emillia smirked lightly when he said he was a day of sunshine, it was oddly fitting considering the song he had just been singing.
"I don't doubt it." She admitted with her smirk still pressed to her lips. She honestly admired people like that, the optimist who were able to find something to be happy about even when others couldn't, she'd never had that output. His next request surprised her, her eyes blinked under the blindfold and it took her a second to respond
"You wouldn't like what you saw, besides what if another student sees them?" she said in a serious, but also nervous, tone. Most students had been appalled by them and some, the crueler ones, would pick on her for it, so while she feared very little it was clear that she was hesitant to show anyone her eyes.
"-αη∂ ѕєє ησ ℓσηgєя вℓιη∂є∂ ву συя єуєѕ."
~яυρєят вяσσкє
I think people are a lot like kintsugi pieces, broken and repaired in a way that is unique to them and beautiful. We should always remember to recognize the broken pieces of others and to be empathetic. Don’t forget to celebrate your own chips, cracks, and broken pieces and repair them with gold.