my time is no relative of yours
WHO: the hiei and blue show!
WHERE: out, then somewhere else - who knows!
WHEN: 11/8 evening
WARNINGS: we have no idea where this is going
SUMMARY: we have no idea where this is going
FORMAT: no
If he wanted to, Blue could go without feeling how cold it was getting. His power could shield him from the elements at will and with a minimal effort at his age, making flight much more pleasant, but he didn't want to feel pleasant. He wasn't sure he deserved to anymore.
Mu experienced the strongest of things with each other, sensitive to the ebb and flow of thought and feeling, and even those more able to quiet those things was still subject to sharing their thoughts, joys...griefs. Their power was a network, after all, and none of them were ever utterly shut out from each other. It was always the greatest comfort, even at the worst of times, but Blue couldn't bring himself to stay near any longer.
Leo felt so many of his friends die so needlessly. It was more raw than the revelation to Jomy months prior; Leo's return made it real and certain and, somehow...unavoidable. There was nothing Blue felt he could do. How could he comfort him? He was so far behind it all, and it was becoming harder to console himself with that idolized Soldier he saw in the minds of his friends - both those from home and met in the City. They knew the one still buried in the ground, trusted his judgment and wisdom...The Blue who flew with the cold stinging his ears felt empty of it all.
He wasn't going to be able to stop all the death from his past from repeating into his future, was he?
It got too cold to endure, his body being oddly fragile for all the power he stored. He descended in a quieter place, remembering it as the small park (if one could call it, tiny as it was) that he'd come across with Puu before. It was vacant at the late hour and more unpleasant than his memory, all the more to weigh on his mind as he took to walking, trying to work the cold out of him with movement. He'd hoped quiet and silence high above would help, but it was lonely and dissatisfying, as his nature seemed to dictate. How Jonah managed to endure his life of hiding in plain view, part of a group but still very much alone was beyond Blue. It seemed too impossible right then and there...
WHERE: out, then somewhere else - who knows!
WHEN: 11/8 evening
WARNINGS: we have no idea where this is going
SUMMARY: we have no idea where this is going
FORMAT: no
If he wanted to, Blue could go without feeling how cold it was getting. His power could shield him from the elements at will and with a minimal effort at his age, making flight much more pleasant, but he didn't want to feel pleasant. He wasn't sure he deserved to anymore.
Mu experienced the strongest of things with each other, sensitive to the ebb and flow of thought and feeling, and even those more able to quiet those things was still subject to sharing their thoughts, joys...griefs. Their power was a network, after all, and none of them were ever utterly shut out from each other. It was always the greatest comfort, even at the worst of times, but Blue couldn't bring himself to stay near any longer.
Leo felt so many of his friends die so needlessly. It was more raw than the revelation to Jomy months prior; Leo's return made it real and certain and, somehow...unavoidable. There was nothing Blue felt he could do. How could he comfort him? He was so far behind it all, and it was becoming harder to console himself with that idolized Soldier he saw in the minds of his friends - both those from home and met in the City. They knew the one still buried in the ground, trusted his judgment and wisdom...The Blue who flew with the cold stinging his ears felt empty of it all.
He wasn't going to be able to stop all the death from his past from repeating into his future, was he?
It got too cold to endure, his body being oddly fragile for all the power he stored. He descended in a quieter place, remembering it as the small park (if one could call it, tiny as it was) that he'd come across with Puu before. It was vacant at the late hour and more unpleasant than his memory, all the more to weigh on his mind as he took to walking, trying to work the cold out of him with movement. He'd hoped quiet and silence high above would help, but it was lonely and dissatisfying, as his nature seemed to dictate. How Jonah managed to endure his life of hiding in plain view, part of a group but still very much alone was beyond Blue. It seemed too impossible right then and there...