#cosmicdreamt

[flowersfromatomb]

starter for @cosmicdreamt

Traveling by night had to be one of Hikari's favourite things. It was different from daytime travel, for obvious reasons, and she enjoyed being able to gaze up at the starry night sky.

"The stars are so bright this evening..."

If she closed her eyes and listened hard enough, she felt as though she could hear the stars whispering to her. All it was in the end was the breeze, but it was nice to pretend she had hundreds upon hundreds of friends watching over her from above.

[luvccubus]

@cosmicdreamt

It was after hours again. For their companion's sake, Cupid figured it'd be better if they brought him along when it there weren't people to ogle && ask questions. Word had got out about the love god's youngest child, how he'd been easily captured as a tool for the Goddess of Rot with a promise of love. Eros was a mockery now, a poor pathetic misguided boy that Cupid had raised to be weak. Their father hardly cared, already being a joke of a man himself, with children that he could not control.

Cupid gently touched his arm, trying to ignore how violently he flinched, his tired pink eyes looking to them like a wild animal before relaxing. A coffee or a tea would be good for him && maybe he'd finally relax enough to get some proper sleep && Cupid wouldn't have to sleep on the floor of his room for fear of what he'd do to himself. Neff was good company, she'd helped Cupid when they'd needed it && while Cupid could help their own, a friendly face would do their brother good.

❝ We're safe here, I promise. ❞

They gave Eros' arm a tight squeeze before entering the cafe, a tired smile on their lips. Both siblings looked like they had gotten into a fight, yellowing bruises && stitches across their skin. Cupid had their right arm in a sling && Eros had a brace for his back. Neff would be concerned, they knew even though they'd only just met.

They leaned heavily against the counter, ❝ I brought someone special this time. ❞

[auvaiis]

Closed ;

@cosmicdreamt ; plotted continued thread.

It had been sometime ever since he told Neff about his abilities and his backstory and while he was glad he told her he still felt a bit awkward and nervous about it. But they agreed to chat and meet up for her to help him better control his powers. He was beyond nervous for this but it had to be done. While he did have some control, it still haunted him that he could lose it anytime and harm people.

He gained the courage and he sent her a text asking where to meet and to see if he needed to bring anything. While waiting for her response, he got himself all ready and looking nice for this studying they were planning on doing.

[magnusalterum]

@cosmicdreamt

Lovecraft stumbled into Port Mafia's study, clothing disheveled, expression grim, && a bottle of wine in his hand. He fell forward onto one of the couches, considering falling asleep right there without even opening the wine. It'd been given as a gift in exchange for an artifact he'd acquired for Mori. 'Another offering', he'd been told. Alcohol did not inebriate Lovecraft in the way it did humans, but he desperately wished it did.

Sitting up with a groan, he popped the cork off the wine && took a long drink of the liquid, something expensive he'd drank amongst the other members of the Guild. It didn't matter to him, the flavor meant nothing && it was not as sweet as something like a milkshake, still Lovecraft indulged. He could not deny a gift from someone he had a contract with.

After settling further into the couch, he realized someone else was in the room, much to his chagrin. He'd hoped that the room had been abandoned && he'd have a break from the mafiosos who spent their time challenging him to a fight they could not win. Everyone but Chuuya seemed interested.

It wasn't anyone that had bothered him though, rather it was one of the couple people he could tolerate among the members of Port Mafia.

❝ How do you...do this all the time? I'm exhausted, ❞ Pausing for a moment, he offered the bottle to her, ❝ Want some? ❞

[the27percent]

@cosmicdreamt

[x]

Atieno has to admit that Neff is definitely correct in the instinct to check on them anyway. Despite them being used to spending so much time on their own, the gesture of someone caring to check in on them.. means a lot. And they sigh even thinking about how much it legitimately means to them.

"It does, it does. I genuinely do appreciate it Neff. It just feels a little odd to get used to it sometimes. " They go long periods between people being willing to check in on them, so it's always a little rusty and strange when they encounter such care again.

[eldinwind]

@cosmicdreamt A plotted starter for ya lady

"Feel free to kick your feet up here. Seats all yours." There was a small motion of his head, with his usual muted smile. To sit across from him. All nice and snug in their booth at this joint they agreed to meet it. "Figure this place was a good spot to meet. Bit of a ways out. People who run the joint are cool enough to let us chat here. Without it being tied to work for a change." He jests with a chuckle that follows. Slipping down his "guitar case" while letting his hand rest. "Hanging in there alright?"

[mannequinentity]

@cosmicdreamt | Continued

Counting how many he drank was two too many for a lightweight such as himself. He never was interested in indulging these sweet-tasting beverages, reminding him of fruity combos giving an overwhelming flavor after consumption. It's too much for his buds to take in, but a friend at his side doesn't seem too bad to create conversation.

Cheeks red in full view, with elbow propped to rest his chin in palm. It's the alcohol — that's what he wants to believe. Bewilderment all across his face, and then a hand covering his mouth to suppress that contagious giggle.

"Oh, stooooop~" a dismissive wave, "You're adorable too! Our hugs. And the kisses all over your face! You're someone important to me, and I can't think of anyone else who shares love for desserts. I'm grateful and the flowers!" eyes glanced to her lips subconsciously during this train of appreciation; he couldn't help but sigh in contentment.

This is why he avoids drinks.

He gets talkative with too much enthusiasm in his heart.

"Here-" His voice gentle as he reaches up so their faces are close to one another. "Oh, wait. I'm sorry," He was back to being his usual self, for now. "Am I being a little too forward?" Another gentle smile that could only beam through the dreariest of weathers.

Safe to say he wants to drown her in kisses again.

[expiredchances]

@cosmicdreamt | Starter

"I'm fine, it's fine..."

He feels as if he's made an awful mistake as he shuffles himself into a nearby corner, watching the people around him. Surely, he hasn't pushed himself that close to his limit? He couldn't just walk away, and he didn't. They're safe now, but...

[ I'm scared. ]

...

Suddenly, as if a switch is flipped... Sevren feels better. The weight, so heavy just moments ago, faded. For those with otherworldly senses, time was now amiss. Every tick of a clock would seem... off.

Sevren stepped forward, eyes vacant. What he hadn't noticed was the fact all those walking around him were now reduced to nothing more than piles of ash.

"Actually, I've been slacking off..." he mumbled to himself, voice just as monotone as his expression.

"What am I doing? There are so many timelines. So many people. Ḯ̴͍ ̶͓͠Ċ̴͔A̴̤̓Ñ̶̻'̵͙̔T̵̫̒ ̶͕͗W̵̖͂Ä̵̱́S̷͎̊T̷̹͊E̶̥̎ ̴̗͑Ą̴̕ ̶̡̃M̴̖͑Ò̷̮M̵͔̓E̸͍̓N̴̦̎T̵̘̊.̸̯͗"

His mind was filled with the aggressiveness of trying to protect not just a select few, but the impossible task of every timeline. Such a big job required him to put his old experiments back into full throttle, surely? He could make so many powerful, perhaps cursed, items again.

But that's fine with him. He could use them for the sake of the timeline. What else mattered? Those small things that kept him human? Like a certain Cosmic Café he was on his way to before all this happened? No need for that anymore.