When the evening is spread out against the sky...
Who: 23 (xerxesalchemist) and Flandre (hide_break_play)
What: Human food just isn't working for Flandre, so she decides to be a big girl and get herself something to eat.
Where: A random street/dark alley
When: Nighttime. Today.
Warnings: PG-13 for vampirism and stuff.
It was late, 23 noticed as he left the store. Late and the moon was rising. Wonderful. It was hard enough to find his way home during the day, with all the houses looking the same, painted perfectly white, lined up perfectly along perfectly clean streets. Very different from the crowded mess that was Xerxes, the rush of people, freemen and slaves alike, pushing past one another with water jugs and baskets and knives dangling from belts and different languages raised in a background roar in the marketplace.
At least for the past week he had felt a little more at home, even though he couldn't understand most of the people's languages. The chaos had been... nice somehow. Like everything wasn't going to be this unnaturally similar forever.
He sighed. It was way too much to think about. This place was so confusing. Homunculus woul--
A sharp glance around, looking at street signs and focusing on the letters, forcing them into words in his mind, and forcing out thoughts about home and friends and betrayal. He would think about Homunculus later, maybe never.
"Right... Goldberg street..."
What: Human food just isn't working for Flandre, so she decides to be a big girl and get herself something to eat.
Where: A random street/dark alley
When: Nighttime. Today.
Warnings: PG-13 for vampirism and stuff.
It was late, 23 noticed as he left the store. Late and the moon was rising. Wonderful. It was hard enough to find his way home during the day, with all the houses looking the same, painted perfectly white, lined up perfectly along perfectly clean streets. Very different from the crowded mess that was Xerxes, the rush of people, freemen and slaves alike, pushing past one another with water jugs and baskets and knives dangling from belts and different languages raised in a background roar in the marketplace.
At least for the past week he had felt a little more at home, even though he couldn't understand most of the people's languages. The chaos had been... nice somehow. Like everything wasn't going to be this unnaturally similar forever.
He sighed. It was way too much to think about. This place was so confusing. Homunculus woul--
A sharp glance around, looking at street signs and focusing on the letters, forcing them into words in his mind, and forcing out thoughts about home and friends and betrayal. He would think about Homunculus later, maybe never.
"Right... Goldberg street..."