@deadlyfantasia said, “What a lovely place this is… so absolutely beautiful, but also oh so lonely and sad.” a woman stood idly on the shores of the black beach, parasol idly held in delicate hands. A place between places. A living boundary. She didn’t belong here, yet she did. Thus was her own nature, as regardless of belonging or not, she had come anyway. Yukari looked towards the stranger with an amused glint in her almost shimmering eyes. “Are its residents the same, I wonder?”
⤿ IT’S unusual to find someone else on the shoreline. lonely as it is - scorned by all manner of existence while shunning it back, a child caught between two extremes (existence, undeath) - pasha doesn’t tend to see figures walking nor sitting among its lapping waves. the few he has encountered within his walks are seldom of a talkative nature: they regard him with hollow eyes, then slink back into the sand; they parse through reality and are gone, often times leaving nothing but burned black shapes in the back of his eyes in their wake. if they are not of a human disposition, at least in shape, then they are of an animal one. thus, wholly ignorable: the inhabitants have little to say to him, and he little to say to them in tandem. and yet. pasha’s stroll comes to a halt, hands stuffed in the pockets of an oversized and neon violent hoodie. his skirt - longer than usual, down to his ankles - sways back and forth in an unfelt breeze like jellyfish fringes. the koi here need no permission to make themselves seen: they hover ‘round him like moons ‘round earth, undisturbed by the stranger’s appearance. he tips his head to the side, puts more weight on his left foot than his right, and lets his eyes flick from the stranger to the waves and back again. ❛ eh. ❜ his response is simple, his voice remaining loyal; there is no great betrayal of his hidden curiosity here. ❛ think i’m handsome maybe, beautiful is too… iunno. princessy. ❜ and there is no fairytale for someone like him; there is no want, no desire, no careful heeding of a prince far away. no dragon guards him - only koi and sharks and whales, loved by all the world’s abyss. pasha begins, his eyes flicking to the waves before they return to the stranger, ❛ but ‘fraid all i’ve got is bad sea water. ❜ he knows from experience: the water tastes of nothing.
