Midnight and Morning
Nightmares of M I D N I G H T
Haruka sighed as she stared up at the ceiling, kicking off the sheets of her bed in mild irritation. She had noticed that the nights following a particularly bad nightmare left her with insomnia, almost as if she was afraid to fall asleep and experience it again. The girl didn't always remembered what it was about, only that it somehow ended in pain, for her or for someone dear for her. Haruka closed her eyes, only to flinch when her mind conjured up the sound and flash of a gun being fired, but she could tell that it wasn't the same as the one the Evokers made. She curled up onto her side, opening her ruby eyes only to catch sight of a few things on her nightstand.
What would catch the eye first was the picture frame, a simple silver one that made the picture seem more important and loving than if it had a frame with an elaborate design. It was the picture that had been taken when SEES had originally thought that the Dark Hour was gone for good. Haruka smiled softly at it, heart filling with bittersweet warmth. She had left them in more than one way, and she could understand if they never forgave her for what she had done. The brunette just hoped that she could somehow make it up to her friends.
The next thing that caught her eye was something smaller that sat in front of the picture. Two things, actually. One was a yellow ribbon, and the other was a charm in the shape of a birthday cake. Haruka giggled quietly, picking them up from the stand, looking and playing with them absently. They were Christmas gifts from Sora and Usagi, two people she considered her younger siblings despite not sharing blood. After a moment, she closed her hands over the two trinkets, and brought them to where her heart was. Her eyes slipped shut, a small, warm smile upturning her lips. At least here, in Vatheon, she had friends and a pseudo-family, and plenty of time to figure out what to do with her life.
When Haruka drifted off into sleep, she dreamt of warm days with her friends, both at home and from the various worlds among the stars.
~*~*~*
M O R N I N G Revelations
Joshua sat on a rooftop that morning, sipping at a cup of coffee he brewed for himself. It wasn't bad, if he was any judge, and it was a better substitute than having someone else other than Sanae make a pot. He happened to be very picky about his coffee, perhaps as picky as he was about people to associate with. Listlessly, the silver-haired teen watched as the city sleepily went through morning life, thoughts wandering as they pleased. It gave him a chance to have time to himself, to let his thoughts compose themselves for the day.
Mostly, he kept meandering to the "family" he had spontaneously been "adopted" into. It was falling apart, perhaps ever since the father figure--Sanae Hanekoma--had disappeared, but Joshua felt that it was starting to piece itself back together, bit by bit. He wasn't there often, preferring to stay out of the house so as to not get suffocated by having a "family" he wasn't even sure he wanted. Even so, the teen stayed with them, if only because he felt that Sanae would have wanted it. Plus, it would be easier to keep an eye on them, and so he stayed in that quaint home.
After skirting the questions he had on his feelings about being with the somewhat surprising family consisting of an angel, a loner from some messed up Wonderland, Neku, and a fairly sweet girl, Joshua's thoughts would take a casual stroll over to the people he had formed connections with during his stay in Vatheon. The cranky old man--Naoya--was, at least, a good source for debate and to keep his mind sharp. There was only so much cheer from certain people within the city that he could take, and the bitter hermit was almost like a breath of fresh air--or perhaps more like ancient, dusty air. Joshua smirked at the comparison, unable to hide his amusement.
There were other individuals Joshua had met that were just as interesting as the angel hater. He was closer to not even a handful of those people who caught his interest, and could count on one hand the people he had confided in. Though, the confiding didn't come without being backed into a corner at least a few times. Well, the cat was going to get out of the bag somehow through someway, but at least it was only one person who knew, other than the sketchy cafe barista he knew back home.
The teen sighed, sat his mug aside, and laid down, using his arms as a pillow.
"Must be getting soft."
Haruka sighed as she stared up at the ceiling, kicking off the sheets of her bed in mild irritation. She had noticed that the nights following a particularly bad nightmare left her with insomnia, almost as if she was afraid to fall asleep and experience it again. The girl didn't always remembered what it was about, only that it somehow ended in pain, for her or for someone dear for her. Haruka closed her eyes, only to flinch when her mind conjured up the sound and flash of a gun being fired, but she could tell that it wasn't the same as the one the Evokers made. She curled up onto her side, opening her ruby eyes only to catch sight of a few things on her nightstand.
What would catch the eye first was the picture frame, a simple silver one that made the picture seem more important and loving than if it had a frame with an elaborate design. It was the picture that had been taken when SEES had originally thought that the Dark Hour was gone for good. Haruka smiled softly at it, heart filling with bittersweet warmth. She had left them in more than one way, and she could understand if they never forgave her for what she had done. The brunette just hoped that she could somehow make it up to her friends.
The next thing that caught her eye was something smaller that sat in front of the picture. Two things, actually. One was a yellow ribbon, and the other was a charm in the shape of a birthday cake. Haruka giggled quietly, picking them up from the stand, looking and playing with them absently. They were Christmas gifts from Sora and Usagi, two people she considered her younger siblings despite not sharing blood. After a moment, she closed her hands over the two trinkets, and brought them to where her heart was. Her eyes slipped shut, a small, warm smile upturning her lips. At least here, in Vatheon, she had friends and a pseudo-family, and plenty of time to figure out what to do with her life.
When Haruka drifted off into sleep, she dreamt of warm days with her friends, both at home and from the various worlds among the stars.
~*~*~*
M O R N I N G Revelations
Joshua sat on a rooftop that morning, sipping at a cup of coffee he brewed for himself. It wasn't bad, if he was any judge, and it was a better substitute than having someone else other than Sanae make a pot. He happened to be very picky about his coffee, perhaps as picky as he was about people to associate with. Listlessly, the silver-haired teen watched as the city sleepily went through morning life, thoughts wandering as they pleased. It gave him a chance to have time to himself, to let his thoughts compose themselves for the day.
Mostly, he kept meandering to the "family" he had spontaneously been "adopted" into. It was falling apart, perhaps ever since the father figure--Sanae Hanekoma--had disappeared, but Joshua felt that it was starting to piece itself back together, bit by bit. He wasn't there often, preferring to stay out of the house so as to not get suffocated by having a "family" he wasn't even sure he wanted. Even so, the teen stayed with them, if only because he felt that Sanae would have wanted it. Plus, it would be easier to keep an eye on them, and so he stayed in that quaint home.
After skirting the questions he had on his feelings about being with the somewhat surprising family consisting of an angel, a loner from some messed up Wonderland, Neku, and a fairly sweet girl, Joshua's thoughts would take a casual stroll over to the people he had formed connections with during his stay in Vatheon. The cranky old man--Naoya--was, at least, a good source for debate and to keep his mind sharp. There was only so much cheer from certain people within the city that he could take, and the bitter hermit was almost like a breath of fresh air--or perhaps more like ancient, dusty air. Joshua smirked at the comparison, unable to hide his amusement.
There were other individuals Joshua had met that were just as interesting as the angel hater. He was closer to not even a handful of those people who caught his interest, and could count on one hand the people he had confided in. Though, the confiding didn't come without being backed into a corner at least a few times. Well, the cat was going to get out of the bag somehow through someway, but at least it was only one person who knew, other than the sketchy cafe barista he knew back home.
The teen sighed, sat his mug aside, and laid down, using his arms as a pillow.
"Must be getting soft."