OOC: Dream
"Oi, snow rabbit, this way!" He catches the sight of a small, golden animal flying up towards the sky before it veers into the sun. He knows, somehow, not to worry, that the being will be fine and that he’s free to follow the accented instructions along the path in front of him. It's a straight, winding path through a city, a tall tower in the distance the clear destination point.
He can see ruby eyes watching him from the shadows, endless pairs that only grow in number as the sun begins to set and night comes, and he's suddenly very scared. There's something very precious to him, something he doesn't want to live without, and he's painfully aware that he might lose it and there's little he can do about it.
He has to find it, see it again in case it might be the last time, so he veers off the path and searches everywhere. But it's so dark and he finds the darkness makes him feel sleepy and lethargic, too tired to move. The stray paths of moonlight cast by the swollen moon in the sky help keep him awake, enough that he's able to soldier on.
Just as he thinks he might be too late, the Penguin King appears. He knows now that he must be close to finding it.
"Excuse me, your Majesty, but I'm looking for something. Do you know where it is?" He asks cheerfully, once again hopeful. The Penguin King rubs its chin with a thoughtful look, gruffly rumbling to itself.
"That depends, m'boy, on what it is you're looking for." And the statement strikes him dumb, leaving him unable to answer, because really, how could he when even he himself doesn’t even know what it was? Even though it’s the most important thing to him, he couldn't put a name to it. It's just a constant presence in his life, a longing he knows he's always had and always followed. To describe something that abstract was too hard and too personal, even if it was to the Penguin King himself.
He wilts, tired from being on his feet for so long and unsure of where to go next. Maybe he should sleep here for a while, rest his mind and his body so he'd have more energy to think clearly...
The smell of peaches is overwhelming, so much that it makes his stomach grumble and his heart tighten. Large, warm hands rest on his shoulders, and he's happier than he's ever been in his entire life. His journey is over.
"Don't worry, I won't let you disappear."
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Perched high in the sky with the moon as his glowing white mantle, he watches the boy's dream without being noticed once. It's a little annoying, but somewhat familiar. A common occurrence. It's like having an out of body experience, because while he knows that this body is his, the boy's body is his, as well.
It's completely convoluted while making perfect sense, a pattern that vexes him and makes him wistful and stings at the cracks in his heart all at the same time. But the cracks have gotten smaller, the holes slowly being filled in with soft petals of a distinct kind, so he can't bring himself to hate the person that caused them in the first place.
He's still not happy about it, though.