#dreamingasone

[herpsydaisy-a]

Great. You’re lost. Again.

A plus job, Emil. The summon spirit sighed uncomfortably as he ran fingers through the mess of blond hair. This place was, to him, foreign as anything could be. The town was large, the people a mix of kind and indifferent, swaying towards the latter. It left a sour taste in Emil’s mouth, and everything, absolutely everything, felt a little off.

A little uncomfortable.

The emotion in general made Emil’s stomach twist in discomfort and thus caused him to stick off to the side, away from the people who walked the streets or called their wares. (Some of them were strange. This sort of human shuffling, shifting skin that made them seem untrustworthy.)

It was through this shuffling of feet and lowered green eyes that wound him now in a new predicament. Bumping into some poor guy with enough force to knock the blond off his feet, landing on his hind quarters with a soft oomph.

“O-oh, sorry...”

The apology came out automatically, unable to look up to see whoever it was who accidentally had run into him too.

“That was my f-fault. I sh-should watch where I’m g-going more closely...”

@dreaming-as-one

[divinaaquis]

@dreaming-as-one //  Garb Ask. 

There was a thought to dish out a snarky comment or two in response, seeing as Sorey had already started at his teasing toward him, but instead he smiles in response. The garb is draped over his shoulder instead of the chair, and he crosses his arms.

“Well then,”

“Perhaps I should be the Shepherd here.

What do you think?”

[evasion-finalist]

Towards the Light

@dreaming-as-one

Every single time he’d thought he’d seen it all-- something else just blows him out of the water. However this time he couldn’t question it too much, for fear of being rude. This was a different world and these things could be possible. Though it was likely that the being he had just spoken to was one that was spirit-like, or they sure felt spirit-like. Birds that could talk were just not normal, and the formal, older sounding yet polite voice was also not what he would expect from a bird.

Jude had only admitted to being lost when it called him out on it, and despite the surprise it had when he responded, it further directed him towards somewhere that might help. Giving very specific and helpful directions at that. Though when Jude attempted to thank it for the help... it had vanished just like that. He was positive it wasn’t a hallucination, with how real it all felt... So all he could do was follow the path it had given and hoped that it would lead him somewhere.

Strangely? The directions led to a person who, may or may not be lost... They were certainly lost in thought at least. But Jude had to wonder if it was a coincidence or the directions led to them on purpose. At the very least, this person was clearly human so it was a start. A little more normal than before.

“Um... I don’t suppose you saw a strange bird go past here?” Jude wasn’t really sure how to start up the conversation with the one still lost in thought.

[snowheist-blog]

@dreaming-as-one​ continued from here.

“Oh, yeah...?” The other male definitely seemed like the type who was enthusiastic about books - Ryuji wouldn’t at all be surprised if he were the sort who spent all his spare time at the library.  Thoughtfully, his hands traced over the letters covering the front of the book.

“This’ll be great then,” He nodded his head, giving the other male a grateful smile.  “I have t’do a project on the history of Japan so I need all the help I can get for that.” He explained.  “Would you happen t’know of any other history books here that might help?”

[divinaaquis]

For a great sum of time, the night only responds with sheer, empty silence, and thus drowns Sorey where he stands. How ruthless and cruel it is, lingering about and wearing away at the fallen shepherd.

It's all just so much. Too much, the way that memories plagued him in the night. Seemed to taunt him. The voice must be his imagination, that was what all sense of logic would suggest, but ....

Who knew. Could such things even be told anymore? Reality in the way it was remembered had slipped through the poor soul's fingers like grains of sand. It was all lost to those with such a terrible fate.

"Selfish..." Whispers the wind, passing his ear. Pondering. Calculating. "So, our Shepherd was lost in losing his companions, was he? It's too bad." There is a brush at his cheek, and his feathered clasp jingles about.

@dreaming-as-one

[divinaaquis]

“No. Forget it, it’s nothing.

What?- handsomeness who?”

@dreaming-as-one

[divinaaquis]

@dreaming-as-one

It was no surprise that all this time, his attention would be lingering in the general direction of Sorey. The Shepherd was watched attentively as he cooked, without being pestered as he cooked, because the last time he insisted that he helped, he was gently scolded. A hand keeps his head propped up, carefully leaning into his chin.

"Looks edible," Mikleo says to prod at Sorey, before he smirks, and discontinues the teasing. He should go easy on him. It looked good, and Sorey seemed happy about it himself. "You spent quite a while on it. It doesn't look like it has any issues. I'm impressed."

The water seraph makes sure he is clear of the food before nudging his side in return for the other's little jab.

"Maybe. We will just have to see, won't we?"

[divinaaquis]

dreaming-as-one replied to your post “Thoughts that keep Mikleo up at night: RUINS. Is Sorey actually okay?...”

Mikleo your gay is showing a little bit--

“look at the 

little bit

I care.”