Jan 7, 2019
“I did not drink the experiment. I don’t know what happened. The changing colors in my mouth are completely irrelevant. Has it...gotten warmer in the past few minutes?”
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“I did not drink the experiment. I don’t know what happened. The changing colors in my mouth are completely irrelevant. Has it...gotten warmer in the past few minutes?”
@hallowthewizard || continued.
“No…my past is…never going to leave me completely.” Hallow replied, his voice almost a whisper. “The Moon had me keep my memories, just within reach but never at the front of my mind. And besides that, there are only a couple of gaps. I suppose you are right - about that being helpful in understanding.” Hallow’s own lips quirked as he recalled Jocelyn’s smile again, but he quickly fell back into his somber gaze. “Not quite in the way one might think, though. I’d say…it helps me understand that Mr. Moon is clever, if nothing else.” Hallow wrapped his arms around himself.
“I don’t want to be right about this, but…it feels like keeping my memories is supposed to be a reminder, held over my head. I am sure the Moon isn’t bad, but he has to protect his own, right? So I can never forget what I am or where I came from, and why even after all that, I could still have a chance because hegave me one.” A bitter half-smirk twisted Hallow’s mouth. “At least, that’s what I understand from him now. He’s never taken the time to prove me wrong; neither has anyone else.”
“You know, Jocelyn…I’m…” Hallow dug his nails into the spine of the book now. “I’m sorry for stalling. I’m sorry for dodging questions and being vague. I don’t…I don’t know why it’s so hard for me to just say what I want.” He took a sharp breath and bit the inside of his lip.
“You can clearly see I’m a spirit, not a human - but the truth is, I never was one. I was never supposed to live a full human life, and I was never supposed to… be “good”.”
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To hear him say that his past would never leave him completely, Jocelyn was inevitably reminded of her own experience. Sure, theirs were two completely different paths, but still, it was easy to sympathize with him, with what she had gone through herself.
"He does that, doesn't he?" Jocelyn commented, voice slow and measured, crossing her arms over her chest. All this talk was igniting old suspicions, doubts she tried not to think about, but never quite able to let go, not without a proper answer.
The spirit waved his apology away, offering a small smile to ease the tension. If that even worked at all. "I don't understand, though. What proof do you need? And.. and, well, some of the Guardians are never human, ever, that's not a bad thing, Hallow.." And in her personal opinion, there was no such thing as 'not supposed to be good', if you want to be good then why the hell not? Jocelyn had no idea how to ask this, however, so she kept quiet, expectant to his next words.
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Crashing (Closed w/ Hallow)
A cool breeze glided down from fluffy clouds and brushed past the abundance of green on the tree below. Takumi closed his eyes and took in the sweet scent of the flowers as he sat on a low branch. Something hit the ground with a loud thud. He climbed down to see that a man with a broomstick had hit the ground below.
“Are you okay?”
Help first, then questions about magical brooms.
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"Hi, I'm Hallow Misterios, I'm over 400, and my mun has 5+ art styles but no good camera"
Happy Inktober!
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A tuft of black hair was all that poked into visibility behind a dining room table. Eight fingers, and two little thumbs, gripped the edge and wrinkled the white tablecloth. They tensed as the head beneath the black hair came into view, pushed up by tiptoes in striped socks. Bright violet eyes stared intently at the treasure in the middle. On guard was an emerald mirage, a dragon of blown glass encircling a sugary horde that, in the boy’s opinion, it had no right to. The tiptoes pushed harder, and the fingers lifted to stretch further.
A style challenge I doodled at school!
Still kinda scared to color.
🍫 A fluffy berry pastry for Fey!
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Fey beamed with delight at the sight of the pastry. The spirit reached out to claim the treats. “Yer a saint Hallow!” she said before wolfing down the food. “S-Soooo good” she said with her mouthful.
Peat, can’t be beat!
The bog is the best place to gather materials for the craft. Hallow has spent the whole day trying to gather this moss without bothering any wildlife.