#nomithered 02

[max-uzumaki]

@nomithered | plotted starter

The way his body jolts awake in his bed, covered in sweat, is alarming in more than one way. His mind reeling with the eyes looming in the dark, the sound of distant humming, and the barest ache in his chest right under his clavicle.

His eyes and hands shoot to his shirt. Lifting it up to reveal the scars he recognizes from Toji lying alongside a brand new one. Right where that hook had run him through.

Panic coursed through his veins. *David*. That was real. Real enough that he has a scar from it. He had to know.

He reaches to scoop his phone up. Quickly scrolling through the mass of people on the island until he finds him. The truth of it being that they were both in the city. He had to find him.

Quickly typing out a message to him.

[txt: David] Hey, this is Suguru Geto.

[txt: David] Where can we meet up? I live in Cotes.

[hallowedpurple]

@nomithered / cont.

Satoru breaks into a helpless laugh at the strangled sound David makes at the splatter of ice and snow against his ear. He's still laughing when the stockier man wheels around and throws a scoop of snow back at him.

Even without the Six Eyes, he can see the snow coming and there's the barrier of Infinity up around him before he can consciously react. The snow lands on the barrier instead of against his skin, stopped by an inch or so thick buzzing wall of nothing around him.

He does raise a hand to wipe it away, letting it fall to his feet before he saunters over, hands pushed into his pockets.

"You looked like you were sulking. I guess distracting you worked."

[illmater]

@nomithered / mistified event.

Neither of them were strangers to the fog. The way it hung heavy and humid around their ankles, like hands dragging them into the dark forests that opened up to unknown spaces. Immeral knows that the darkness beyond is something to be avoided - but the pathway leading him along is lonely and frightening.

He's not alone after a while. When the world opens up, Immeral is standing on a dirt path that bore the footprints of hundreds of thousands of travelers, the village of Rivington stretching out around him.

It is, in a way, home. A familiar face looks lost ahead of him, rose tattoo dark against his throat.

" -- it's you." He speaks up softly, his eyes glancing over the space. He knows, instinctively, what this space is trying to show him. "You got lost in the mists as well?"