#misplaced-dreams

[rollinggirlrunahika]

Starter for @misplaced-dreams​!!

It was just ordinary day in Shibuya, Tokyo, nothing too out of the ordinary. The streets were still jam packed with people stuck in their own little worlds: students chatting up their plans for the upcoming weekend, business workers stressing over upcoming meetings and their daily struggles at work, families out shopping for things for themselves and others, and overall, just being average normal people living their average normal lives. 

And that couldn’t be any more true for the cafe down at Cat Street, WildKat. Not a lot of people came by this cafe, except the random passerby. But, let’s not forget a certain rag-tag group of kids that started to come by as regulars as of late. Which, while this brown haired girl didn’t mind at all, seeing them from her usual spot in the corner closest to a window when she was there, it was a bit out of nowhere. She’s never seen these kids before, maybe it was because she didn’t go to their school or something. She did have to go to another part of Tokyo for that anyway. But, seeing them be all friendly with each other, even if it was just glimpses, it was rather comforting. 

And today was just as ordinary in the cafe as it was out on the streets. Well... more or less. One thing that stood out of the ordinary, was that this brown haired teenage girl was behind the counter in an apron and hair tied in a pony-tail instead of the owner. Business at the cafe was slow as always, so most of the time she would glance at her phone. And the one other thing that stood out of the ordinary, was that one of the kids from that group she always saw visiting this place-- was alone. To her, this was a bit weird. But, she shrugged it off.

“Hello! Welcome to WildKat, what would you like~?” She asked with a kind smile at the girl.

[the-composer]

@misplaced-dreams continued from --> x

His laughter was dry to the bone.

“Yes. Fallen Angels are a trite concept among Western culture, but it’s a very real occurrence. Angels answer to the Higher Plane, and this particular Angel was sent to Shibuya with a specific mission... but there were rules...” He didn’t want to give away too much; Sanae might not want her knowing exactly who he is. Joshua found it interesting that he even felt compelled to tell her at all.

“He broke them for the sake of Shibuya, and he fell. I’m not entirely certain he has reconciled with his superiors. I’ve heard that performing spectacular and noble deeds may offer a chance for redemption, but I digress...”

“It’s pure and whole-souled, the way they can love. But don’t get me wrong; they are not at all soft. When they need to interact with humanity, they will tune down their frequency, and assume nonthreatening forms. But they are superior beings, and as such they command presence. But I’ve never been daunted by them. I wanted to know them because I had been seeing things I could not explain since I was old enough to process the difference.”

He paused to mull over her words.

“Yes. Their pain runs as deep as their devotion to the beings they protect.” And Joshua did indeed love; he wished he didn’t, but he did, especially since the end of that game. His change of heart came with a whole slew of confusing emotions that he still had yet to accept resolve.

“I have plenty of dreams.” And he left it at that.

“Why are you still up?”

[infersuperiority-blog]

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[his-proxy-blog]

Even though you probably know I'm grateful for what you've done, I guess I still feel obligated to say it. How you stay so good in all of this I don't know. But I'm glad for it. And for the way it twists Joshua's panties in a bunch. I think you might actually be able to cut through his wall. Maybe even better than me. Anyway, thank you. @misplaced-dreams @the-composer

[the-composer]

@misplaced-dreams continued from -> x

Joshua bristled, but did not flinch; he wasn’t about to give anything more away than he already had. He’s a master of subterfuge, and no child--no matter how intuitive--was going to faze him.

“Context is everything. You can’t blame me for how I interpreted it.” He twirled a finger through that wayward, blonde tendril, devilish smile curling his lips like burnt paper.

"It’s easy to rely on others with a clean conscience and nothing to hide.” And after everything was said and done, and the dust had settled, it was surreal to be standing here, talking to her. She endured so much during the Game. He actually had questions, but he didn’t dare ask them--except for one... one he nearly choked on upon delivery.

“Are they happy?”

[the-composer]

@misplaced-dreams --> x

That first encounter between them had been an unprecedented breakthrough. Joshua had never allowed any human to see him as the Composer, and the fact that she could withstand his exceedingly high vibe was nothing short of miraculous. There wasn’t a scrape on her. Tears, yes, but Joshua suspected it wasn’t due to the strain put upon her by his presence, but something that was powerful enough to subdue Him.

And now, as they sat here side by side, Joshua marveled at her total lack of trepidation. She wasn’t afraid of him anymore; she trusted him. Joshua hasn’t instilled his trust in anyone but Sanae. She never forced her way in; she was patient, and she was compassionate.

Her observation (always right on point), evoked a smile, not a smirk.

“I’m getting there, wherever there is,” he giggled, his melodious energy shifting to an allegro to reflect just how she makes him feel. She may tune into it, she may not, but it was his own subtle way of expressing his sentiments.

“I have something for you. It’s a gift, but on one condition: you cannot lose it or let someone else... borrow it.”

[the-composer]

“You’re my friend, I’m not going to leave you.”

No matter how many times he heard it, it still refused to sink in. No human had ever cared about him like this; he didn’t know what to do with it, or how to respond to it. He wondered what Hanekoma would say if he knew, or what he would think of his ward, The Composer, looking this sheepish and utterly clueless. This kind of adoration was new, but not at all unwelcome. It made him feel… special.

“You’re… my friend, too.” The words sounded foreign from him, but there was no bitter aftertaste to them. This was getting easier.

“How have you been since last we spoke?” Time was an elusive concept; he wasn’t even sure how much of it had passed, but she didn’t look any older… thank God. It was then that he realized that anxious tug at his heart was not only fear that he would miss something, but that he wanted to be involved in this human’s life.

[the-composer]

❛ you can’t give your storms to someone else. ❜

Joshua froze, as if he were being held at gun-point. He may as well have been, and she may as well have fired point-blank. This little girl has perspicacity that could rival Sanae’s. Very few people could hope to graze Joshua’s adamantine surface; Rhyme has done so without trying.

Joshua giggled (humorlessly) and flipped his hair off his brow.

“You’re right! I can’t, and I shouldn’t. My storms are far too cataclysmic for anyone else to bear. I’m on my own, as I always have been.” Never mind that Joshua was the living storm over Shibuya.

He hadn’t really been looking at her… until now, when he turned to peer directly into her eyes.

“How insightful you are, Rhyme. I wonder where you get it from.”