❝ wonweek. ❞ he quietly hisses his doppelganger's name with the same terseness of a curse. there is some irony to be found in the way he is the only one sunday can rely on now — a fragment of his own id, of the parts of himself he tried so fervently to bury beneath dogma and discipline. his companion is ( fittingly ) fickle and irreverent as a child, following along the halovian's path to bid his home farewell — though not without growing all too easily distracted by whatever happens to catch his interest. an inconvenient tendency, yet one that currently threatens to spell disaster — sunday isn't sure at what point they became separated, only that he happened to glance over his shoulder and realized wonweek was nowhere to be found. and with him, his only way of maintaining his disguise.
he's tucked himself away between two buildings, scarf tugged over his head. golden eyes scan the crowds — though unfortunately, there isn't much else the halovian can do beyond hoping his doppelganger eventually finds his way home like a meandering cat.
paranoia gnaws away at him. sunday takes a step back, retreating further into the alleyway — only to freeze when he bumps into someone else. feathers tickle his cheeks as his wings try futilely to tuck themselves ever-deeper into the scarf. the halovian turns, eyes widening ( then narrowing ) in recognition and confusion alike. ❝ you ... ❞
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