( ★ ) "I-is this s-seat taken..?" Of course it is, otherwise there wouldn't be someone sitting in it. But it's either this or standing, and although Nether's heart is in her throat as she speaks, her legs are too weak to stand any longer.
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( ★ ) "I-is this s-seat taken..?" Of course it is, otherwise there wouldn't be someone sitting in it. But it's either this or standing, and although Nether's heart is in her throat as she speaks, her legs are too weak to stand any longer.
( ★ ) "Is a group of starfish c-called.. a constellation?" Don't mind her wondering aloud out here, it's just that the festival has been gone for nearly a week now and Nether's mind is still spinning in circles, latching onto any source of comfort or entertainment. Starfish are apparently a worthy subject of entertainment now.
✿ ( for nether !!! )
Send me a ✿ and my muse will react to your muse putting a flower in their hair
( ★ ) Petals and stem alike brushing through her messy locks elicite a gasp from the petite stargazer, and the surprise of the moment only lasts for a moment, quickly replaced by an eager smile. Nether hums now, reaching up to touch the blossom nestled atop her head, "Y-you remembered," she muses, gazing up at Nocturne, "Peonies! Peonies are my favorite and y-you," a gulp and a laugh follow, before Nether concludes, "I love it. Love love it, thank you.."
;SEXUALITY AND GENDER
•NETHER is demisexual and panromantic ;; she's questioning in gender and is possibly genderfluid, although comfortable with she/her pronouns •INNA is asexual and grayromatic ;; demi girl •SPECTRE is asexual and demiromantic ;; agender
( ★ ) She is ON TOP OF THE WORLD right now, (or at least on top of a Ferris wheel--) close enough to touch her beloved stars among the carnivals screams and wavering glow. It's as if she can feel it now more than ever, the ebb and flow of the heavens, beckoning to her like a long lost friend. If only Ferris wheels and carousels were spaceships, maybe then Nether could weave her fingers through the night sky's hair, murmuring that she was home.
( ★ ) Going to the horribly crowded doctors with blaring unnatural lights overhead is already bad enough, but having to maneuver through the halls and make your own appointments is a living hell. Inna said she'd come along, said she'd be there with Nether every step of the way, but work came a calling and with the gaping space in her wallet Inna just couldn't say no. Spectre could've come, but per usual the spirit seemed to have vanished just when they needed to most. So Nether waits alone, rubbing the bandage across her arm nervously, waiting for yet another shot to be given before she could finally think about home.
( ★ ) She's been catching glimpses of people in photographs who are gone in a flash. Shadows of times that no ones yet found begging to be seen, but Nether doesn't know what to do, does she ever know what to do? How can you possibly help those who aren't there when you can't bear to face the ghosts in your own mirror?
14-Do you think your mun would survive a zombie apocalypse? (anyone can answer)
( ✖ ; ★ ; ❂ ) "Not a fucking chance," well that was fast, thanks for the overwhelming confidence Spectre. Their face doesn't even show any sign of an emotion besides boredom- as if my doom was some sort of textbook fact. "I mean, I think she'd kinda have a chance if she got a running start?" Inna comments, brow furrowing as she begins to mull the question over, "Depends on how bad the zombies are probably.""No, no it doesn't because no matter how much of a running start she's gonna get it won't matter since she's a fucking wimp," RUDE. "Besides, she can't run forever, that means she'd have to get a car at some point. Can she drive? Hell no."Having twisted her fingers red at the thought of an apocolypse of any kind, Nether finally pipes up, "I th-think she c-could do it if she had other p-people, maybe," she gulps, "Like, teams usually work well, a-and if she was in one s- she wouldn't have to worry about running too much maybe? S-sorry.""Never ever make teams in zombie stuff Neth, it always leads to betrayal and bickering," which was coincidentally what at least two of the three seemed to be starting to do anyway. Will we ever have an answer? No. RIP Lena apparently