#c. chibiusa

[magiclight]

@rosahope​ / sc.

Time can be an illusive construct for those who defy age -- Perle is not exempt from this.  He travels the world in a trail of sugar sweet dreams, but he never forgets her.  Her memory brings light to days when he misses his family, or finds himself lonely on his journey.  So, he can’t say for certain how much time has passed when he finds familiar streets and thinks ‘why does this look so nostalgic?’ 

He’s wandering the dark streets with patience and bare feet when it dawns on him -- this is Chibiusa’s street.  Wings of light carry him to a closed window, where he peaks inside and finds her tucked safely into bed.  A quiet night, then. 

His wings, fluttering behind him, cast prisms of light over her floor through the window.  It isn’t like him to wake someone from sweet dreams -- as he knows her surely are -- but he taps on the window with his finger, watching for her rouse from sleep.  He’s excited to see her, excited to hear what he’s missed, excited to tell her about all the candy he’s tried all over the world!  He has some with him, and he’s excited to share it with her too.  ( Her mom is gonna be mad when she’s wired on candy in the morning ... ) 

[sweetlydreamed-blog]

@futureheld

     I'll always be there in your dreams. And you'll always be in mine.

     He has never forgotten her. He couldn't say with certainty just how much time has passed, as it is a wily thing which flows differently for him. What he does know is that these streets are familiar to him, and he lights bare feet upon cool concrete, wings coming to a silence from the gentle hum of flight.

There is a moon above, painting the floor through her window in pallid light. He gives a knock, quiet enough not to disturb the rest of the house but hopefully enough to rouse her from SLEEP. Yes, he could wait for morning and track her down but he's too EXCITED! He wants to see her smile.

There is the familiar feeling of interrupted dreams from within the room, the call of it like a strain of music only he may hear. She's awake. He gives the window another tap.

The divine light of the sky shimmers through the iridescent color of his wings, throws stained glass patterns over her floor. He waits.