Wants and Needs
The ginger pressed forward upon the pavement, fully intent on the dull perception amber hues had taken to the environment around him. Looking passed every coming figure as though they were made of air. Soon enough the world would fade to nothing more than the ground beneath his feet and his sunken form. The ghost of a man he use to be.
Was this a precursor of his life to come? Perhaps, though the teen had been too consumed in his own despair to bother himself and lift sorrowful crown. For footfall after footfall, darkness shrouded him further. It wouldn’t be until another twinge to evoke attention once more –unbeknownst to the teen, not unlike that of the changing lights, this flicker of consciousness was not his own; he was unable to discern the great fact that he was, in fact, not alone. Instead it came in the form a gentle nudge toward a familiar structure.
That’s right. His friends. People who actually cared about him, the people he constantly avoided. Of course, the neglect wasn’t that of a physical one, but more of the emotional variety. Ever since he’d been back he kept everyone at arms length –for their safety and his own. Like a wounded animal, he withdrew for a quiet place to lick his wounds. He didn’t spend time to dwell on the issues at hand or the weight his actions had carried, it was an unhealthy habit, but that was just how he operated.
He stood before the structure, the darkness receding but a mere inches. For several moments amber hues watch, though not completely at the building, through it would be more precise as his minds eye dipped into the pathos of sentiment. Bringing fourth fond memories of the innocent past encouraged the male to linger. His conviction for such an action very much on the fence as it is a small battle that is waged trying to decided what it is he’s going to do with what is presented before him. Shall he simply shrug off the past, just as he had done with his present or should he clutch onto it? Little motivated him nowadays, but did this really carry the strength feasible to bring back the drive in his life?
Probably not, though it could be a possible start.
Hogyoku can feel it, the pain and the agony of his soul as it contemplates his friends, his past, and his future. They waver, unsurely at what might have been an epiphany in their Master’s psyche, but unsure as to what action they were to take to remedy his melancholy soul. They reach out softly, touches fingers to the base of his Master’s skull, trail warmth and a little bit of hope into him in an attempt to stave off the shrouded dark as it attempted to fill him again, curl its sickly tendrils into the mind of the one they had sworn to protect.
The presence retreated, as did the darkness, and they breathed a little easier. For now, their master was safe – or at least, as safe as he would allow himself to be. Idly, they consider the merits of getting him involved in a sport (… or two, or four, or six) To allow him to remain busy and stave the darkness off while they searched for a solution to his feeling of emptiness. Their Master’s happiness – his life even – it relied on his need to be strong for his loved ones.
The shadows return, and scowling, they release a subtle wave of uplifting energy, wrapping it tightly around his Master and curls the fragments of his soul into their embrace to warm and protect him. He would be warmth for his Master, would care for him until they could restore his Master’s powers, and then…
If their Master wished for a friend, they would reveal themselves. They would be their Master’s, and only their Master’s.
