Once Upon a Dream

  Independant Tiger's Eye from Sailor Moon. Mostly 90s anime, manga, and headcanon. Anon friendly, OC selective. Following: 'txgerseye'

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The recent support for PolyTigs is so wholesome and I Iove you all.

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kunsaito‌:

As long as he could remember his dreams, Saito had dreamt of Elysium. Visions of lush green grass and cheery blue skies filled the majority of them, but never had he descended into the strange hall he had found himself in currently. Normally his dreams amounted to wandering the sprawling gardens while avoiding the glares of a somber white pegasus. Two mysterious maidens often watched him from afar, but this was the first time anyone had ever spoken to him before.

The question itself caught Saito off guard more than it ought to have. His first instinct was to look at his hands, and indeed, they were still his, albeit wrapped in pressed white gloves. His mouth opened to answer, but nothing came out at first, and his second attempt wasn’t much more successful.

“I’m,” he tried again, thick silvery eyebrows knitting together in concentration. He had been someone when he had fallen asleep, surely, and he was asleep, because standing in a hall of mirrors in a knight’s uniform was something from a dream.

Wasn’t it?

One more time, Saito tried to remember who he was.

“I’m Endymion’s guardian.”

        Endymion’s guardian. Endymion, the Prince of Earth. The young man Helios watched over and advised. Tigerseye stopped his circling, though his gaze was still intense and focused upon the silver-haired man.

        “You bring steel to a sanctuary of dreams,” he said, unwavering. Brown eyes glanced down to the sword at the knight’s side, then back up to crystal blue eyes. “Guardian of a Prince who is not here: you are bold to come with a weapon. What do you think will harm you in Elysium?”

        Or was it not by his own volition that the sword accompanied him?

        Tigerseye stepped forward, padding closer like a cautious cat before a stranger, the white of his robe fluttering in a nonexistent breeze.

        “Guardian of Endymion, what do you seek?”

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thequeenberyl‌:

“ I’ve never really listened to that kind of music but from what little I know, you do have to appropiate hair for it” Mio said as she didn’t really listen to any music and something with that name sounded probably way too loud for her to stand. 

“ Although dreams do not pay the bills or keep the business afloat.” Mio pondered about his words for a moment and nodded. “ You speak so much about dreams and you seem to know so much about them. Is that another passion of yours?” She asked geniunly curious.

The drinks arrived and she looked at hers and inspected it with the small stirring rod that it came with. She moved around the slice of lemon the floated and watched the ice cubes go in circles as she stirred. By just looking at it, Mio could tell this cocktail wasn’t too sweet and that it was strong enough to satisfy her. She picked it up and smiled. “ To being spontaneous?” 

        “A passion... Yeah. Yeah, you could call it that.” Passion was the polite way of saying obsession, and after having lived for the sake of finding dreams for so long, it was impossible to deny.

        Mio lifted her glass and... did she smile? Had he made her smile? When was the last time he had made anyone smile? Hitomu returned the smile and lifted his own glass. For a brief, shining moment, he was at a bar counter in the middle of the Void, lit by neon with no real source, a crystal glass of something strong in hand, eyes on a pretty little form and his head on a strong-but-soft shoulder.

        And he was, then, at peace.

        “To being spontaneous,” he echoed. The rims of their glasses clinked together, and he took a sip. Nicely sour, a little sweet, with a delightful little burn going down. This place knew how to make a good drink.

        “So, Little Miss Spontaneous... what are your plans this afternoon? Or evening. Or whenever you close up.”

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The longer I write Tigs, the more I think I’m projecting my own poly-self onto him and his relationships with Fisheye and Hawkeye.

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continued from x with @kunsaito

        The Hall of Dreams was a sanctuary. Elysium was a sanctuary. For this man - this man of silver hair and silver uniform, a weapon at his side - to merely traipse into such hallowed environs was at once curious and disturbing. No one should be able to come here. No one, save Helios’ priests: a beautiful fish, a sharp hawk, and he, all given form.

        Tigerseye’s gaze was fixed on the man as he began to circle him in the hall made of mirrors. 

        “You should not be here. You should not be able to be here. Who are you?”

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thequeenberyl‌:

“ I’ve never really listened to that kind of music but from what little I know, you do have to appropiate hair for it” Mio said as she didn’t really listen to any music and something with that name sounded probably way too loud for her to stand. 

“ Although dreams do not pay the bills or keep the business afloat.” Mio pondered about his words for a moment and nodded. “ You speak so much about dreams and you seem to know so much about them. Is that another passion of yours?” She asked geniunly curious.

The drinks arrived and she looked at hers and inspected it with the small stirring rod that it came with. She moved around the slice of lemon the floated and watched the ice cubes go in circles as she stirred. By just looking at it, Mio could tell this cocktail wasn’t too sweet and that it was strong enough to satisfy her. She picked it up and smiled. “ To being spontaneous?” 

        Dreams as a passion. Oh, how little this woman knew. But, surely, for the best. Her confidence was appreciated, and a bit odd, considering how meek she seemed before. Regardless, he could not complain. It made sitting across from her at a bar a little more comfortable.

        “To being spontaneous,” Hitomu echoed. He lifted his glass and it met hers with a soft clink. One brown eye winked, and he took a drink. Sour, sweet, citrusy, with a beautiful burn. Oh, he had almost forgotten how much better drinking with company was than drinking alone.

        “As for your question... I guess I’ve always been interested in dreams. What they were, what different people saw in them. How they shaped people. And then after I lost them, I knew I needed to stop looking at other people’s dreams and start finding my own.”

        Was he more... tempered? Somber? The energy from earlier had certainly subsided. Hitomu looked into the glass, gaze lost somewhere between himself and the liquor. “Dreams are powerful things, Mio. What matters is what we make of them.”

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thequeenberyl‌:

Mio played with her rings as she shifted around on her own seat, not finding a comfortable position. She was happy to be there tough, it was just an unfamiliar place. But she enjoyed his company, something about how enthuasiastic he was but at the same time he seemed calm made her feel more comfortable with the situation.

“ Music?” She could totally picture him being a star, with that amazing hair and style. “ What kind of music do you want to make?” Mio asked even though she didn’t really listen to a lot of music, or knew what was in style those days. But whatever type of musician he dreamed of being, she would make an effor to learn more about.

        “You know, that glam-y, rock-y sort of sound. It’s not really popular now, but do musicians really make music just because that’s what sells?” He smiled and looked up at the ceiling. “That’s the point of a dream, right? To follow a path, no matter what other people may think?”

        Hitomu had to pull himself out of that set of thoughts. No sense in drifting off, letting his mind wander, following that rabbit hole down and down...

        “That devil-may-care attitude. The one that wanted you to open the store? That’s a dream, Mio. Probably the most beautiful thing a person can have.” The waiter came back with their drinks, and he smiled. “Alright, so, a lemon sour is technically the name of the flavor mix, but with a little gin? A simple and perfect cocktail.”

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thequeenberyl‌:

Mio nodded at his choice. “ Well, I also prefer whiskey or rum. Straight to the point. Red wine too… But I’m all for trying something new. I never had one of those but it does soundinteresting.” She wasn’t one to drink any kind of sweet drinks, or sweets at all, but this one drink had the word sour in it. And if there was something that she did like, were sour things.

After they had ordered their drinks, suddenly all the attention was on her and he seemed interested in what she had to say. “ I like crystals.” Mio said, as that was the short and simple answer. How could she explained what happened inside her head everyday, the memories of past life and the ones she had hurt. How that blood bath had created an everlasting link between her and those who carried the same names as the crystals she cared so much for. How easily she connected with those precious stones and how they brought her some peace of mind.

“ Healing crystals have such a special energy, even as a young child I felt a connection to them which I had never experienced with anything else.” She decided to explain more. “ As I grew, I found that witchcraft was more than a passion for me. It felt like a safe place, finally a home where I belonged to. I just wanted to be surrounded by these elements that I felt so attached to and help people who felt the same way find what they were looking for. That’s all I cared about when I opened my shop.”

She found herself opening up more than what she had expected. “ My turn.” Mio said. “ Why do you model if it’s something that you don’t enjoy? How did you end up in that business?”

        Her dream. To make a place that reflected her own want for safety and help people. It was a beautiful, admirable dream by a tortured woman.

        “That’s nice.” Not all dreams could be lavish and extraordinary. Not everyone could want to be sports stars of actors. Not everyone could want to change the world. Some people simply wanted to be happy and safe. Who could begrudge her that?

        Mio shifted the focus to him, and Hitomu leaned back in his chair. “Well, it’s not that I don’t enjoy it. I just... this isn’t what I want to do forever. It’s the means to an end. From what I’ve heard, it can help to already be somewhat established in entertainment before switching it up. I really want to become a musician. But, for now? This is nice. It pays the bills.”

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thequeenberyl‌:

Hitomu was right, she wasn’t the type of person to do spontaneous things as she didn’t really do many things. But she suddenly felt excited about this plan and he seemed like a great company.

“ Plan B as in… beer?” Mio wasn’t someone to make jokes at all and therefor she wasn’t good at it.

She locked the door behind them but not before turning around the wooden sign that read ‘Closed’. And started walking beside him to the bar accross the street. “ Oh, and please, call me Mio. I already feel old enough and ma’am doesn’t help the cause.”

“ I’m always up for drinks, at any time. I don’t really have any life outside the store, it’s all I really do.” She confessed as she wondered what kind of exotic life a model like him lived. “ I’m probably not the kind of interesting crowd you must be used to.”

They arrived at the parlor and took a seat on a small table. The place wasn’t crowded and thankfully the music wasn’t too loud. They were handed a couple of manus but Mio did not open hers. “ You pick, I’ll have whatever you think is fun enough. But don’t go to light on the drinks.”

        “B as in Beer,” he echoed with a smirk. “I like your thinking, Mio.” And it was so much nicer to address her by a name instead of a formality. Much less awkward. Hitomu followed her into the bar, sitting across from the small table that they were shown to.

        “Oh, really? Well, I am normally a man for whiskey and bourbon. But today? A lemon sour sounds quite nice. A little fun, a little fruity, but plenty of punch.” Besides, beer was boring. Anyone could have a beer. A mixed drink? A liquor? Now that had personality.

        He leaned forward, elbows resting on the table, and watched her. “So, if I may: What inspired you to open the shop?”

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Follow the glow of the red light || Tiger and Cere

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flowersforcerecere‌:

Tokyo at night felt like a daze. The shimmering, oppulent lights were overwhelming for someone who had been living in rural Australia for years. Too many years. Yet she had not forgotten the feeling. She had not forgotten the crowds. She had not forgotten everything that made her sisters who they were, so why was it so difficult to track them down?

Every morning before work, every afternoon in between shifts, and every night after work again, CereCere walked the entire town. Every alleyway, every toy store, every circus, every thing. And yet… no signs of them. Had she come all the way back to be alone? All alone?

The night adventure had ended frustrating as usual. CereCere sat at a small diner, sipping on strawberry milkshake, carefully not to spill a drop on her cute new outfit. Her long legs dangled impatiently. She needed to come up with a new strategy, but what?

        Tokyo at night was a bustling sea of lights and people... and he loved every moment of it. There was such a unique energy at night. During the day there was some sort of collective peace as people shut themselves in with jobs and children. But night? Night let them loose, and the world was alive.

        Sato Hitomu walked through the seas of people, very aware of the fact that eyes settled on him in confusion and wonder. Who was this mysteriously good-looking man who dressed so eccentrically? So classily? Who was incredibly hungry?

        Time for dinner. There was nothing back at his apartment; his day to go shopping had been interrupted by a last-minute shoot. Maybe somewhere nearby? Tokyo did have a bustling restaurant climate, after all.

        The first place to catch his eye was a family-style diner. Perfect! There was always something for everyone at these sorts of places, so why not him? Hitomu entered and was led to a small table for one, where he easily ordered dinner.

        But something caught his eye. Pink. Bright pink. Ant it was... hair? No... no, that was impossible. That girl with pink hair and a strawberry milkshake, dressed in pink. If anything, she was cute. Would it be rude to approach her? So long as he was back at his table by the time his lemon sour got there, why not?

        He rose from the table and walked over to her. Time to be dashing. Time to be devastatingly handsome. Time to be... certain it was her.

        “Well, hello there. Aren’t you just a bit too cute to be sitting alone on a night like this?”

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thequeenberyl‌:

Mio got super embarassed as she kept apologizing to him over and over again. She nerviously tried a couple of times to get the card put but she knew it wasn’t going to happen.

“ D-do you really want to go get something to drink with me after this disaster?” She said surprised but it was a chance she didn’t want to miss. She rately got the oportunity to have fun and even though she has judged him before he might an interesting companion. And besides, she never said no to grabbing a drink.

“ Let me call the service and we can go to this place accross the street. I always wanted to go there but felt a little too pathetic to go there by myself.” She confessed as she walked away for a couple of minutes to get in touch with the technician. It was, surprisingly, a quick call.

“ They said they could be here in about three hours, if are lucky.” Mio told him once she had hang up. “ I’ll close the store while we go out since I won’t be able to charge any customers… not like there will be many any ways.” Mio grabbed the keys and her bag.

        “Three hours? Plenty of time!” He absolutely wanted to get a drink with her. This was not a disaster that she could have caused or predicted. One could argue that it wasn’t even a disaster, just bad luck.

        Hitomu chuckled at her pessimism about business. Was this really what it was like, running a niche business? A good thing he never had that dream for his own, then.

        “You, ma’am, need to embrace the spontaneity of life. When something goes wrong? Plan B. And why not enjoy that Plan B?” He opened the door for her, glancing up at the little jingling bell. How did he keep forgetting about that thing? Could he reach it, maybe? He was tall...

        “So why not go out to drink in the late afternoon? When things are already shaken up, why not shake them a little into your favor? Work-life balance, you know? When you make work your whole life, you miss out on so much.”

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        She was cute. Maybe a bit older than his tastes normally ran, and certainly a bit squishier than normally caught his eye, but maybe that was exactly what attracted him in the first place. That cool demeanor. That out-of-time sense of style. That round face and those big, blue eyes. Oh, he was a sucker for blue eyes.

        “Well, hello there.” Why not just approach and strike up a conversation? Hitomu smiled, lazy and charming and utterly punchable. “So, what’s a girl like you doing alone on a lovely afternoon such as this?”

        Nailed it.

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thequeenberyl‌:

Mio blushed but she quickly hid it looking down as her face got covered by her red messy hair. She then continued to make sure the rest of the payment was done correctly, since she didn’t really get along well with technology and would often have issues with credit cards.

She looked at him surprised by how he suddenly got so deep about his profession. Mio would have never imagined being a model could be so hard on anyone. “ I meant- I thought models were just beautiful people whose lives were easy and had everything handed to them. And you cared about was money and material things.” Mio confessed.

That’s when she finally heard a loud beep that she recognized too well. She looked down and his credit card had gotten stuck on the machine. “ I cannot believe this happened again, it was supposed to be fixed!” Mio said trying to remove the card from the machine but it ws impossible. “ I’m so sorry, but it’s stuck in there. I’m going to have to wait until tomorrow when the technician comes because if we try pulling it, it will break.” She felt so embarassed that this was happening again. “ I’ll call the technician right now but they are usually so busy…”

        “I mean, maybe some are?” But that topic of conversation fell flat as there was an ominous and angry beeping from the card-reader. The woman’s eyes widened in fear and embarrassment, and he could not help but feel sorry for her. This was a common thing? Her equipment was outdated and malfunctioning. She seemed incredibly earnest about the matter, at least.

        Hitomu gave a nervous chuckle. “It’s fine, really. I don’t have much to do today, and I always carry bills just in case.” He paused. “Hey, I’ve got an idea! You call the people, I’ll get lunch. I’ll bring it back, and we can wait it out together? I mean, unless you have customers.”

        And, to put it very politely, he doubted it. A lot.

        “What do you think? You, me, a pizza, some beer, and putting misconceptions and dreams into the air?” He leaned forward a little, his grin looking a little like a smirk. “It’ll be fun~.”

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thequeenberyl‌:

There weren’t many moment where Mio felt pride, but something about her work always made her feel proud. It was something about cystals and how she just felt connected to them. As if she could just read them.

“Me? Someone’s type? Well that is the first time I’ve heard that.” Mio wasn’t exactly popular among potential partners of any kind that, so hearing that was a shock. “ It wasn’t hard working with such precious stones, you chose well and I really do think you picked the ones that represent your loves ones the best. They just speak for themselves.” She assured him.

“ No, don’t apologize.” Mio said taking his card. “ Crystals can connect directly to our emotions, so it’s perfectly normal for you to express yourself. And besides, it’s a surprise to see a handsome model with feelings. I thought you people had ice cold hearts and didn’t feel anything.”

        “Oh, yeah, he would have been on you like a frog on a lilypad.” Though, perhaps, he could stop there. Any more words, no matter how true, might ring as insensitive instead of simply descriptive.

        She commented on his emotions regarding his profession, and Hitomu raised a brow. “You think so, huh? It’s the photoshoot expressions, isn’t it? Always relaxed, dead-eyed, as if we’re somewhere on the border between bored and disinterested.” Yeah, it bugged him, too. “It’s an easy expression. Less energy goes into the face, so you can shoot for longer. Even that’s exhausting, though. First thing I always do after a set of shoots? Smile. Because it’s so much of a relief to do so.”

        He rubbed the back of his neck. “Honestly? It’s why I want to stop. It’s just a means to an end right now. I don’t want to do it forever.”

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thequeenberyl‌:

Mio wasn’t sure what it was about him that irked her; was it really the fact that he had showed up late or his extravagant looks looks and the way he moved? She had learned that he was a model by reading his business card and he walked like owned the world.

But in reality, Hitomu had been nothing but polite towards her. Her nature didn’t allowe her to be welcoming and charming; there was nothing to lose when you had nothing.

She leaned against the counter and rested her arms against it, taking a closer look at the beauitful pieces. “ It’s easy to work with such beatiful stones, there are inspiring and all I want is for them to apreciated for what they are.” Mio explained.

“ This particular fish eye is so delicate and beutiful, such a feminine piece. So strong and intriguing, it wasn’t hard to make it shine since it’s a real star.” Her finger then pointed to the next piece. “ Oh, and this one is a real charmer. So beautiful yet so complex. It’s energy is so deceiving. I would stare at it for some moments before touching it… I hope they resemble your friends and makes you feel close to them.”

        Resemble? With how the woman spoke, it was as if she knew his friends personally. Hitomu smiled.

                I could have sworn you knew them. Nanami was beautiful... I don’t think I ever properly told them how much I cherished them. Feminine, but strong. Beguiling. They could charm near anyone that they put their mind to. And Hoku? He would have loved you. You’re really his type. But he was charming in his own way, and fun. One of the best friends I ever had, no matter how often we butted heads.        

        He chuckled and shook his head. “Sorry, I got sentimental there. You just... really nailed it. Them. I can’t imagine they would be anything but delighted to be called such things, or to be represented so.”

        Hitomu offered her his card. “It really does. Thank you. Really.”