Let Them Hear My Voice.

“All the time, I have stories I want to tell. They don't always get through, but until then, I will sing.” M!A: none. OOC: [ ] [Independent RP blog for my OC, Easton R. Davis. This blog can be nsfw from time to time. ]

[iwillchasemylight]

I need to see Easton's reaction to seeing ME!Easton for sure

[send a verse to witness Easton’s appearance in said verse&mainverse Easton’s reaction to it]

What he saw was something like a shadow of what he knew himself to be like when he was angry. But somehow, this was different. He was not pale like he knew himself to be when he was furious. There was no numb, icy rage in his eyes. No, the man in the mirror didn’t seem to be frozen from anger, but there was something else, some steely sense of purpose, the icy force of intent that seemed to have etched itself in the scars on his face and the white-blue glow surrounding his torso as he opened his mouth. Easton could tell very clearly what he was saying, even though the mirror had no sound coming out of its flat surface: Fire.

Even though he could only see part of the soldiers apparently under his command at the edges of the mirror, he saw his own face filling with lights of red and blue and believed he heard the sounds of exploding rifles.

His hand had gone to cover his mouth, and when he slowly lowered it off his face, there were fingernail marks on his skin. There was a long silence before he spoke.

“…if that’s me,” he said, his voice slightly hoarse. He cleared his throat before continuing. “if there were things enough to turn my life like that somehow… if he’s anything like me…” He struggled to find words. His shoulders shrunk in on himself. “…I’m no stranger to drowning out thoughts in work, but for him, if he’s anything like me… that’s going to be his whole life.”

[iwillchasemylight]

prcternatural:

iwillchasemylight:

He chuckled a little at that. “Same right back to you. It really is a nice coincidence. I mean, well…” He ran a hand through his hair, and grinned at him. “There aren’t a whole lot of ways to make me feel happier than to know that someone likes listening to my singing. I mean, I do know it – won’t have been able to make a living out of it otherwise. It’s different to meet someone like this because of it, though.”

“I can sorta get that,” Jeong yoon replied, nodding happily. “It’s good to know we’re on the same page here and that I’m not being too terribly weird.” Aaaaand now he was back to feeling awkward. Here was the thing about encounters like this– how did one strike up a real conversation from here?

He couldn’t see anything about Jeong yoon’s expression, but something about the way that last comment hung in the air made him feel that perhaps he was feeling awkward like he did before. He smiled slightly bracingly as he spoke. “You know what I do... but I don’t know what you do for a living. I’m guessing music is more of a personal interest for you?”

[skinsplitting-blog]

↺ He grins when he sees them, stopping in his way. "Hello, Bel." He says, greeting as he usually does.

[ send ↺ for bel to temporarily forget you. ]They stop, too, but they don’t smile at him, instead squinting suspiciously. “….Hello….”They aren’t sure why this person knows who they are or if they’ve ever even seen him before. Needless to say, this is a slightly unnerving experience for them.

[iwillchasemylight]

skinsplitting:

Maybe they did remember him, on some subconscious level, because their first instinct at his expression was to want to take his hand. They brushed that thought aside, though, instead looking through messages from other contacts for a few moments before putting their phone away. “No… I don’t think so,” they answered uncertainly. How could they possibly be sure, now? In fact, how could they be sure of anything, if they couldn’t even remember someone who was apparently so important to them that his messages filled up their phone?  They lowered their head, a troubled but thoughtful expression taking up their features. They were currently thinking back through the past few days to see if there were any, ah… gaps, in their memories, and they weren’t liking what they were finding. Or not finding. Whatever.  “..I need to go home,” they muttered decisively, turning on their heel in that direction rather abruptly. However, they hesitated for a few seconds, as if trying to make sure they were definitely remembering which way to go.

He half regretted that he had asked that when he saw Bel’s reaction. It wasn’t a good thing to ask, he realized; how sure could one be of anything that they thought or remembered when it turned out their head was turned against them, somehow? At the moment, though, concern and anger overrode his anxiety, and he was watching Bel’s face -- he had taken hold of his lower arm with his other hand to stop his hands from balling into fists.

He was furious, but showing that to Bel wasn’t going to do any practical good.

When he saw them hesitating on the way home, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of pain for what they must be going through -- the anger roared on as a background to that pain. “Home is that way.” He said, his voice low as he gestured in the direction Bel had been heading. “...would it be okay if I went with you?”

[inboxideas]

My character has stumbled upon a magical mirror. However, instead of showing their reflection, it shows what they'd look like in an alternate universe! Send me a verse and I'll describe what they see themselves as in said verse, and their reaction to seeing it.

submitted by thelastknightofbalder.

[skinsplitting-blog]

↺ He grins when he sees them, stopping in his way. "Hello, Bel." He says, greeting as he usually does.

[ send ↺ for bel to temporarily forget you. ]They stop, too, but they don’t smile at him, instead squinting suspiciously. “….Hello….”They aren’t sure why this person knows who they are or if they’ve ever even seen him before. Needless to say, this is a slightly unnerving experience for them.

[iwillchasemylight]

skinsplitting:

iwillchasemylight:

He nodded when they repeated what he had said. He couldn’t help but feel bad about the feelings that he was causing them now; he wanted to hang onto them and make them remember, but he also knew that what they were going through couldn’t be pleasant. After all, he wouldn’t have taken it well if someone he didn’t know had come to him and proclaimed themselves as his lover.

When Bel froze in their place with their eyes on their cell, however, he couldn’t help but feel two things at once. A slight surprise and relief at there likely being his messages on their phone (why else would have Bel been so surprised?)… and a surging sense of horror and anger when he realized that this likely was his Bel and the subsequent implication that someone had messed with Bel’s memories.

Who in the fuck, seriously.

“Bel.” He said, quietly, his eyes on their face. “Are you okay?”

“I….” They let that one syllable hang in the air as they stared at their cell. It was difficult to get their thoughts sorted when they were staring at a message they didn’t remember receiving from a contact they didn’t know they had. The parasite hummed its agreement and confusion in their ear and slowly they tapped the message with their thumb and scrolled through the conversation.  “This isn’t– I don’t understand,” they finally murmured. “These messages go back for months, but I don’t remember any of that.” They lifted their head to look Easton in the eyes, brows furrowed, eyes bright, and hand extending their phone to let him see the screen. “This is you, yes? Your number, your messages?”

His eyes went to the messages, and he nodded. He knew what he would see there, and yet he couldn’t help but stare at them for a second as if it were some other person that had written those messages. His messages, the words he remembered writing, and Bel, his Bel that had gotten those messages and couldn’t remember getting them thanks to something happening. Something that was enough to make them forget him (and apparently only him) after his having spent months -- if you count the amount of time he had known them and was not with them as a boyfriend, years -- with them.

He had gone slightly pale and his hands were numb. He held his lower lip between his teeth for a moment before speaking, but now, it was not due to being miserable; he was trying to control himself and show that the anger in his voice was not directed at Bel. “There hasn’t been anyone seriously concerning that you’ve had to fight recently, right?” Anyone with abilities that were bad enough to cause something like this.

[iwillchasemylight]

prcternatural:

iwillchasemylight:

His eyes widened, then he grinned widely. He let out a chuckle as his gaze momentarily went down and then came back up, his smile shy but definitely pleased. “Don’t feel awkward, I’m really glad that you recognized me from music and decided to say hello… it’s an honor.”

He dropped his paws from his mouth only for them to settle in front of him, his thumbs gently brushing against his belly as he rubbed his knuckles together.  “Easier said than done, but I’ll try my best.” His smile might not have been visible past his mask but it was certainly in his voice. “What a nice coincidence. It’s really great to meet you, man.”

He chuckled a little at that. “Same right back to you. It really is a nice coincidence. I mean, well...” He ran a hand through his hair, and grinned at him. “There aren’t a whole lot of ways to make me feel happier than to know that someone likes listening to my singing. I mean, I do know it -- won’t have been able to make a living out of it otherwise. It’s different to meet someone like this because of it, though.”

[iwillchasemylight]

prcternatural:

iwillchasemylight:

He felt bad when he saw the other shrinking in on himself. He didn’t make a habit of forgetting people, but there always was a chance that he could have. He shook his head at the stranger’s apology and gave him a smile in an attempt to comfort. “Don’t worry about it. Jeong yoon… hmm.” His brow furrowed as he tried to remember. “Well… my name’s Easton. Easton Davis.”

That certainly made Jeong yoon stand up straight again. His paws slowly came up to press together in front of his mouth for a moment.  “Ohhhh my god. Your music. I listen to your music, that’s how I know you. Jesus christ, I’m awkward,” he said with a slightly self deprecating laugh. 

His eyes widened, then he grinned widely. He let out a chuckle as his gaze momentarily went down and then came back up, his smile shy but definitely pleased. “Don’t feel awkward, I’m really glad that you recognized me from music and decided to say hello... it’s an honor.”

[skinsplitting-blog]

↺ He grins when he sees them, stopping in his way. "Hello, Bel." He says, greeting as he usually does.

[ send ↺ for bel to temporarily forget you. ]They stop, too, but they don’t smile at him, instead squinting suspiciously. “….Hello….”They aren’t sure why this person knows who they are or if they’ve ever even seen him before. Needless to say, this is a slightly unnerving experience for them.

[iwillchasemylight]

skinsplitting:

“Easton,” they repeated. Again, they felt a pang of guilt at the distress they appeared to be causing him. “You live with me and I call you a rabbit?” Admittedly, that did indeed sound like something Bel would do. This guy looked like someone they would call ‘rabbit’. They hesitantly took their eyes off of him to instead rummage in their hip pack for their personal cell. If one of them was lost, the two of them would need to figure out which of them it was– In Bel’s experience, cell phones often didn’t want to work right when they were roaming too far off their home plane. They opened their recent messages, intending to find Apollo’s number and text him, but a text at the very top of their messages made them freeze in place.  It was a text from a contact labeled ‘Lapin’. They fell into a long silence while they prodded the parasite awake to compare memories.

He nodded when they repeated what he had said. He couldn’t help but feel bad about the feelings that he was causing them now; he wanted to hang onto them and make them remember, but he also knew that what they were going through couldn’t be pleasant. After all, he wouldn’t have taken it well if someone he didn’t know had come to him and proclaimed themselves as his lover.

When Bel froze in their place with their eyes on their cell, however, he couldn’t help but feel two things at once. A slight surprise and relief at there likely being his messages on their phone (why else would have Bel been so surprised?)... and a surging sense of horror and anger when he realized that this likely was his Bel and the subsequent implication that someone had messed with Bel’s memories.

Who in the fuck, seriously.

“Bel.” He said, quietly, his eyes on their face. “Are you okay?”

[iwillchasemylight]

prcternatural:

iwillchasemylight:

He had turned his head to look at the person, his eyebrows raised in confusion and also slight curiosity. When he found himself being talked to, he blinked, and turned around so that he would be properly facing them.

“Did… we?” He said. His brow furrowed as he tried to remember whether he had heard this person’s voice before – seeing as he couldn’t see his face. “I’m sorry. I’m… not sure if I recall…”

He sort of shrunk in on himself, which must have been odd to see given that he had a wide build and was taller than average. “No, no, you don’t have to be sorry– I’m, like, completely covered up like a crappy secret agent or something so even if we have met you probably wouldn’t… uh. I’m Jeong yoon?”

He felt bad when he saw the other shrinking in on himself. He didn’t make a habit of forgetting people, but there always was a chance that he could have. He shook his head at the stranger’s apology and gave him a smile in an attempt to comfort. “Don’t worry about it. Jeong yoon... hmm.” His brow furrowed as he tried to remember. “Well... my name’s Easton. Easton Davis.”

[skinsplitting-blog]

↺ He grins when he sees them, stopping in his way. "Hello, Bel." He says, greeting as he usually does.

[ send ↺ for bel to temporarily forget you. ]They stop, too, but they don’t smile at him, instead squinting suspiciously. “….Hello….”They aren’t sure why this person knows who they are or if they’ve ever even seen him before. Needless to say, this is a slightly unnerving experience for them.

[iwillchasemylight]

skinsplitting:

Their hands found their way to their braid now, fussing and tugging with it ever so slightly while they listened to him talk. The fact that he didn’t outright say the notion was ridiculous was a step in the right direction– it made it easier for them to believe that at least some version of them was close to this guy. “Generally, yeah. I’ve been seeing a lot of dimension hoppers around here lately, though, and in some cases they don’t even realize they’ve traveled. There… also is the possibly that I’m the outsider here, if one of us is. Don’t forget that.”  They lapsed into a short silence after spitting all of that out, before seeming to realize they may have skipped a step here in their haste to figure out why this guy thinks they should know him. “…..What’s your name?”

He couldn’t help but notice the way Bel was fussing with their braid. He was half convinced that the Bel was talking to was, as they had implied just now, possibly the wrong one, but if they were -- well, a lot of things were just so painfully familiar. He hung his head at what they said about Bel possibly being the one in the wrong plane, then nodded. Whatever the situation was, he just hoped that he wasn’t bothering and confusing someone that had no reason to remember him. 

He also hoped that neither of them were lost without knowing it -- although that seemed terribly likely at the moment.

He had gone back to gripping at his own fingers when Bel asked his name. “Easton.” He said. He hesitated, trying to judge whether it would be at all appropriate to add what he was thinking, then decided that he would; he just wanted to try everything that he knew. In the case that this was the Bel that he knew, then he didn’t want to make the horrible mistake of letting whatever memory-altering incident that had happened just go away. “...you... often call me ‘Lapin.’”

[iwillchasemylight]

Just a fun little character game. Fill in the below categories with 3-5 things that your character can be identified by. REPOST DO NOT REBLOG & tag away!

tagged by: @skinsplitting​ tagging:  @wendydemon​ @sorcerergeneral​ @telstradi-council​ @whitney-starling​

EMOTIONS / FEELINGS:

001. caring 002. pondering 003. anxious

GREETINGS:

001. “Hi, (your name).” 002. "--oh! Hello!”

COLORS:

001. black 002. dark blue 003. chocolate 004. silver

SCENTS:

001. grass 002. nail polish 003. lotion 004. baked bread

CLOTHING:

001. loose T-shirts 002. sneakers 003. jeans 004. silver necklace 005. sweaters

OBJECTS:

001. microphone 002. notebooks 003. cushions 004. messenger bag 005. guitar (both acoustic and electric)

VICES / BAD HABITS:

001. intentional isolation 002. spending an hour in the shower 003. comfort food indulgence 004. walking without direction

BODY LANGUAGE:

001. running a hand through his hair 002. head tilt&raised eyebrows 003. smiling while looking down 004. shrugging

AESTHETICS:

001. recording studios with piles of CDs and papers and photos 002. potted plants 003. park with trees and benches and a pond 004. Sunday morning with bread and tea 005. small, entirely full concert venues

SONGS:

001. “Higher” by Creed  002. "Gone Forever” by Three Days Grace 003. “Someday” by Nickelback

[iwillchasemylight]

prcternatural:

@iwillchasemylight He’s currently got his head tilted in another guy’s direction, squinting at him thoughtfully. This goes on for just a little too long before he seems to realize he’s full on staring, at which point he raises his hands.  “I’m– sorry. That was awkward. I just can’t decide if we’ve… met before?”

He had turned his head to look at the person, his eyebrows raised in confusion and also slight curiosity. When he found himself being talked to, he blinked, and turned around so that he would be properly facing them.

“Did... we?” He said. His brow furrowed as he tried to remember whether he had heard this person’s voice before -- seeing as he couldn’t see his face. “I’m sorry. I’m... not sure if I recall...”

[skinsplitting-blog]

↺ He grins when he sees them, stopping in his way. "Hello, Bel." He says, greeting as he usually does.

[ send ↺ for bel to temporarily forget you. ]They stop, too, but they don’t smile at him, instead squinting suspiciously. “….Hello….”They aren’t sure why this person knows who they are or if they’ve ever even seen him before. Needless to say, this is a slightly unnerving experience for them.

[iwillchasemylight]

skinsplitting:

They watched him shrink and stutter and force his words out and felt a slight pang of guilt, despite having no idea what he was talking about. Their brows were knitted, their head tilted, and when they spoke it was in a measured tone and a hushed voice.  “You live with me? You mean, now? Right now?” That’s what he was saying, wasn’t it? Either way, they had no recollection of him whatsoever. Which in this situation could be very bad for one or both of them depending on the reason. They glanced around before speaking again. “Are you sure I’m the right person? I mean… I am Bel. Are you sure I’m the right one?” If he knew what they meant by that, great. If not, back to square one.

He couldn’t help but bite his lip when he heard their tone, trying not to seem too hopeful. At least they seemed to be taking this seriously instead of being incredulous or suspicious right off the bat. Bel was never hasty in making conclusions about situations that would have seemed like pure fantasy to others. He still half believed that his time with Bel was completely over (which seemed for him the right thing to believe), but still, he couldn’t help but hope.

He stared at them, his hands still twisted together. The right Bel? Did they mean there was more than one? Like... Bel that had never met him and got to know him?

When he thought of that notion, he felt that he could understand what they meant. His understanding brought him no comfort, however.

“I was certain.” He said, trying not to have his voice sound too small. “I... I mean. If I traveled back in time or ended up in a different plane, I would’ve noticed... wouldn’t I?” Somehow saying that out loud made him feel less sure. Had he somehow slipped out of his dimension without his noticing and barged into the life of someone that wasn’t even supposed to know him?

[skinsplitting-blog]

↺ He grins when he sees them, stopping in his way. "Hello, Bel." He says, greeting as he usually does.

[ send ↺ for bel to temporarily forget you. ]They stop, too, but they don’t smile at him, instead squinting suspiciously. “….Hello….”They aren’t sure why this person knows who they are or if they’ve ever even seen him before. Needless to say, this is a slightly unnerving experience for them.

[skinsplitting-blog]

iwillchasemylight:

That’s… not what he had expected. Actually, he’s pretty sure that he has absolutely no memory of Bel giving him a look like that. And the way they had said hello back was… well… it reminded him a lot of his own response when he was answering a call from the wrong number, especially the ones where the caller had gone straight to business about which he had no idea what they were talking about.

His shoulders tense, he was neither aware nor capable of controlling the distress in his expression and voice as he spoke. “…you are Bel, right?”

His reaction took Bel off guard. Was this someone looking for their help? Someone who thought they should know him?  “I… I am, yeah. I’m sorry, remind me how you know me.” Their tone was less brusque than before, though it still carried a note of uncertainty.

[iwillchasemylight]

They were being considerate, he knew. Trying to help at seeing a stranger’s obvious signs of distress at being unrecognized. God, it hurt. The uncertainty and the carefulness of their reply and the consideration in it were the kind of things that he would have appreciated if it hadn’t been Bel he was talking to and it was not this particular situation that he was being distressed in.

How he knew them, it’s, it was... he wanted to explain, but what kind of reaction could he expect from telling Bel that the stranger in front of their eyes was someone that thought of them more intimately than he ever did with anyone else?

“It’s...” His shoulders were hunched slightly, as if he were shrinking in on himself. God, what did he have to do? “I... well, we- we know each other very well. We are - ah - were,” no use in using present tense if Bel didn’t know him anymore, all in the past, he couldn’t force something on them that they didn’t know about and hadn’t agreed to -- in the past, over now, “we were... close. Living together. I... I don’t know if you’ve visited your home yet. If... if you find anything there that’s not yours... I - I think it’d be safe to assume it’s... mine...”

[skinsplitting-blog]

↺ He grins when he sees them, stopping in his way. "Hello, Bel." He says, greeting as he usually does.

[ send ↺ for bel to temporarily forget you. ]They stop, too, but they don’t smile at him, instead squinting suspiciously. “….Hello….”They aren’t sure why this person knows who they are or if they’ve ever even seen him before. Needless to say, this is a slightly unnerving experience for them.

[iwillchasemylight]

That’s... not what he had expected. Actually, he’s pretty sure that he has absolutely no memory of Bel giving him a look like that. And the way they had said hello back was... well... it reminded him a lot of his own response when he was answering a call from the wrong number, especially the ones where the caller had gone straight to business about which he had no idea what they were talking about.

His shoulders tense, he was neither aware nor capable of controlling the distress in his expression and voice as he spoke. “...you are Bel, right?”

[iwillchasemylight]

[txt] Haha, sorry. I'm getting ahead of myself. I guess we'll see how it goes once I find you.

[txt] If you find me. I’ve made quite some progress since we started this conversation. It’s as if you’re sitting on a bench waiting for me to run into you.

Considering the kind of things that are going through his head at the moment, that particular scenario seems more than likely to him.

“No.” He blurted out to himself as he walked. Something he couldn’t help doing whenever he found himself in a train of thought he really didn’t want to be in.

The last few moments had erased the route of movement he had planned out for himself. Easton gritted his teeth as he walked back, retracing his movements; it was torture, trying to seem remotely interested in the road signs as if he was a mere tourist, planning the course for a walk. But he managed to keep himself from running, and in a few minutes he was back on track.

[iwillchasemylight]

[tx] Ohhh, going for the high and mighty route, are we? Hahaha, sassy. You can try and dissect me all you like but the fact remains that regardless of my motivations... I'm still out here. I'm still looking for you, and I'm still gonna find you, kill you, and fuck your corpse.

He had started crossing the road when the reply arrived. He glanced at the phone, taking his eyes off the crossroad for a moment.

Then he was still.

Then he was shaking.

He jerked his head up when a car honked at him, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open from his shaky breaths. He sprinted to the other side of the road, the hand holding his phone cold and trembling. He had been standing in the middle of the crossroad until the light had gone back to red.

He brought his hands before himself, squeezing his fingers. He tried to think. He had to do something. There was something he needed to do. Walking. He needed to walk. Get away. Keep moving.

There was something in the hands held before himself. The phone. He needed to reply, keep them distracted.

He didn’t want to reply. He wanted to run.

He needed to spend a few moments with the message thanks to his fingers pressing the wrong keys more than once.

[txt] You sound as if you’re stating facts, not wishes. Might want to leave room for unexpected outcomes there. Who’s acting high and mighty now?