Apologies left unsaid; secrets unspoken
Who: vain_sky and dreamsonbeach
Where: Station of Calling
When: Sometime post-Splendor? Who knows.
Warnings: ...It's Vanitas. :|b
It's was quiet; peaceful, even.
The darkness was welcoming as the form seemed to float - or was it sinking? - to the bottom as if though it were a feather. But this figure had a head- it had arms and legs. Could think, feel. Was this a dream? Was it a memory? Did it seem familiar to them somehow?
`Don't be afraid...`
Was another presence there with them, falling from the same height and sinking into the welcoming darkness as the cool substance rushed through their fingers, the strands of hair as they submerged into a level beyond subconscious thought. To a plane that had been visited not once, but twice before in a connection made by accident that was stronger than one of friendship yet just as important.
But then there was something that caused them to turn around, feet touching something smooth accompanied by the wish to step forward. But would they? Would they shed light to this strange place?
Would they acknowledge the yellow eyes hidden behind the veil of secrecy?
`They were waiting...`
Where: Station of Calling
When: Sometime post-Splendor? Who knows.
Warnings: ...It's Vanitas. :|b
It's was quiet; peaceful, even.
The darkness was welcoming as the form seemed to float - or was it sinking? - to the bottom as if though it were a feather. But this figure had a head- it had arms and legs. Could think, feel. Was this a dream? Was it a memory? Did it seem familiar to them somehow?
`Don't be afraid...`
Was another presence there with them, falling from the same height and sinking into the welcoming darkness as the cool substance rushed through their fingers, the strands of hair as they submerged into a level beyond subconscious thought. To a plane that had been visited not once, but twice before in a connection made by accident that was stronger than one of friendship yet just as important.
But then there was something that caused them to turn around, feet touching something smooth accompanied by the wish to step forward. But would they? Would they shed light to this strange place?
Would they acknowledge the yellow eyes hidden behind the veil of secrecy?
`They were waiting...`