#keshiite

[glacialdeath]

keshiite replied to your post:"He talks about you in his sleep sometimes."

“……………………………………………………………….No one.”

Leaving her hanging for an answer, she’s ultimately let down by such an answer, feeling her time wasted. She should have figured it was some sort of weird prank, but she does not let it stand without its own consequences. “Weirdo.“

[burdenedrev-a]

“The Captain-Commander has asked me to task together a small unit of capable individuals for a special task. I would like your help on this assignment, of which can’t be discussed in this... public place.”

@keshiite

[icybreaths]

if jewel kept a dream diary what would some of the entries look like

11/01 - 5:53 a.m. - Nightmare

I was in the dark, clawing at something I had no visual to and I wanted freedom so desperately, but I was constricted. The ghostly golden glow was subtle at first, and for a moment I remember finding it oddly alluring in the way it swayed and blurred-- then I saw several of them, flowing about in an oblong manner.

Once I saw the distinct, bright, golden, saucer-sized eye the struggle began. I wasn’t safe. I was NEVER SAFE. The hollow’s tendrils pulled me in and I still curse myself for inhaling... I still remember the horrid ink that filled my lungs as it jerked me to its beak.

I awoke in Hueco Mundo’s sands sucking me in before truly awakening to my reality.

The sun has peeked the horizon and I am still shaking.

06/06 - 7:16 a.m. - Violent Curiosity

The grass was soft as downy feathers beneath my fingertips. He was there too. He wouldn’t show himself fully but I would catch teases of that soft blue peeking through the thick foliage. I could feel his intent to kill me but I was too comfortable to care. Under the moonlight, I remember imagining what it would be like to touch him, to merely run my fingers through his hair. I remember imagining the grass as his hair. I had closed my eyes in warm delight at the thought, and when I had opened them he was there nose to nose with me. I couldn’t even drink in his eyes clearly before I awoke.

He had come as thief in the night to claim his game, but don’t you know that I’m a hunter too? I will always see you coming.

29/12 - 1:40 a.m. - Ecstasy 

I was clearly beside myself in the presence of the consuming cosmos that surrounded me. All I could do was stare and reach like a curious child. The pink nebula was dwarfed weaving through my blue palm, almost tangible. My hair flowed free as though I were submerged beneath water, and with every wave my locks carelessly splashed stars into the dark canvas. It was as beautiful as it was overwhelming. 

Was this a nod to my creativity as a soul?