Ooh, Eyeballs! [completed~]
Character(s): Duma, Corinthian, and anyone.
Content: Duma stumbles upon the gay nightmare
Setting: near Morem o Lisboa
Time: Wednesday late night
Warnings: none yet.
Hovering around Paixao has been making Duma feel just a little bit homesick. No, make that really homesick. Of course, the home he has in mind does not include neither torturing devices nor purgatory fires. The blonde-blue-eyed citizens of Paixao remind him of the other angels, who are mostly of that complexion.
The angels back in the Silver City always have a glint of intelligence in their eyes despite their obedience though, unlike the citizens of this strange place. These people seemed inanimate, those humans might use a word such as 'robotic' to describe them. Most angels are 'robotic' also, because of their unquestioning obedience, but they are not there to simply populate the city like these people seem to be. This place might be similar to the Silver City in some ways, but Duma still does not like it.
While wondering about a certain fallen angel he met earlier in the morning, Duma is struck with recognition for a figure strolling down the street below him. Could it be? Almost as quickly as he realized it, Duma heads down toward the ground and lands right in front of a white-haired man with sunglasses on. It has been quite some time since he met the nightmare standing before him. The last time they met was at the King of Dream's funeral. Duma wonders if The Corinthian still remembers him.
Folding his wings so that it would not hinder other people walking down the road, Duma gives The Corinthian a slight bow. A little bit of familiarity is always nice, despite the rumors Duma have heard of the nightmare's taste for eyeballs.
Content: Duma stumbles upon the gay nightmare
Setting: near Morem o Lisboa
Time: Wednesday late night
Warnings: none yet.
Hovering around Paixao has been making Duma feel just a little bit homesick. No, make that really homesick. Of course, the home he has in mind does not include neither torturing devices nor purgatory fires. The blonde-blue-eyed citizens of Paixao remind him of the other angels, who are mostly of that complexion.
The angels back in the Silver City always have a glint of intelligence in their eyes despite their obedience though, unlike the citizens of this strange place. These people seemed inanimate, those humans might use a word such as 'robotic' to describe them. Most angels are 'robotic' also, because of their unquestioning obedience, but they are not there to simply populate the city like these people seem to be. This place might be similar to the Silver City in some ways, but Duma still does not like it.
While wondering about a certain fallen angel he met earlier in the morning, Duma is struck with recognition for a figure strolling down the street below him. Could it be? Almost as quickly as he realized it, Duma heads down toward the ground and lands right in front of a white-haired man with sunglasses on. It has been quite some time since he met the nightmare standing before him. The last time they met was at the King of Dream's funeral. Duma wonders if The Corinthian still remembers him.
Folding his wings so that it would not hinder other people walking down the road, Duma gives The Corinthian a slight bow. A little bit of familiarity is always nice, despite the rumors Duma have heard of the nightmare's taste for eyeballs.