#siebalia 2017

[dowasure-blog]

@diamondclawed

This isn’t his brightest hour, he has to admit – face illuminated with the light of a glowstick as he furrows his forehead at the thing, wondering what exactly was fuelling it. He couldn’t see anything tangible inside it, so what gives? Surely it wasn’t something else that was magic?

Well, he wouldn’t be surprised, at this point, to receive that kind of explanation again – but he wasn’t going to let it rest even if that were so. Clearing his throat, he picks the nearest person he can spot as the latest victim of his curiosity, albeit not someone who seemed like the type to think much about these kinds of things. “You over there! You wouldn’t know how these things work, would you? I’m juuust about ready to take it apart, myself.”

[dowasure-blog]

@teespin

Even having been here for a short while now, 9S still didn’t feel like he understood the place. Times like these, where the world he was in was busier than ever, he couldn’t feel further from it – from this world where humans still roamed, and chattered, where shops buzzed with life and were yet animated with something else beyond that – with magic, with enchantment. It was like something from a dream. It was like a mirage. Silent, he wanders the streets, taking in the celebrations while feeling like he cannot, can never, be a part of them. This isn’t his world, after all. This couldn’t be further from his world, and yet...

“When it’s dark, they’re kind of like the stars, huh.” The thought making him nostalgic – nostalgic for a home that never cared for him and that he never belonged in – he absently glances from the lights to his side, blinking as he realises he was perhaps not talking to himself. Covering for himself, he rubs his neck. “What? I’m not wrong, am I?” Sure, it wasn’t as if he’d seen stars from Earth before he’d arrived here (and, considering this place, perhaps not even now), but...