Fire Your Guns
Who; adeptible, suaveleather, neverabard, staynoble
What; Starwind is waking up~
Where; THE MAGIC TREEHOUSE
When; Thursday, evening
Rating; PG - there are children present
Status; Ongoing, closed
It should have been more painful that it was, drifting back. He knew what he'd done, he should have been burned--he should have been dead--but...he wasn't. The memory of why pulled away very time he tried to pull it towards him, and eventually he gave up trying to capture it and pin it down. He wasn't dead. That was the part that mattered. Though, for all that he could come back to the world, he might as well have been.
But he couldn't drift forever through strange snatches of dreams--he had too much left to do, too many that were waiting for him to do it. And he had never been the kind to run. Still, he had to chase consciousness for a short eternity before he could grab hold of it.
His eyes fluttered open as he took his first real breath in days, confused for a moment, reaching for the tablet that sat on the stand next to his bed and only succeeding in knocking it to the floor with a noise that seemed far too loud. It was only then that he noticed the faces in the room--the pink-haired girl adjusting some flower, the pale-dark boy trying to be invisible in the corner...but his gaze lingered on the tanned one, whose owner sat in a chair trying hard not to look concerned. Friends. He was safe.
It was so hard to keep his eyes open, but he knew that he had to.
"Ai'she'va..."
((I'm just going with the order up there for posting, y/n?))
What; Starwind is waking up~
Where; THE MAGIC TREEHOUSE
When; Thursday, evening
Rating; PG - there are children present
Status; Ongoing, closed
It should have been more painful that it was, drifting back. He knew what he'd done, he should have been burned--he should have been dead--but...he wasn't. The memory of why pulled away very time he tried to pull it towards him, and eventually he gave up trying to capture it and pin it down. He wasn't dead. That was the part that mattered. Though, for all that he could come back to the world, he might as well have been.
But he couldn't drift forever through strange snatches of dreams--he had too much left to do, too many that were waiting for him to do it. And he had never been the kind to run. Still, he had to chase consciousness for a short eternity before he could grab hold of it.
His eyes fluttered open as he took his first real breath in days, confused for a moment, reaching for the tablet that sat on the stand next to his bed and only succeeding in knocking it to the floor with a noise that seemed far too loud. It was only then that he noticed the faces in the room--the pink-haired girl adjusting some flower, the pale-dark boy trying to be invisible in the corner...but his gaze lingered on the tanned one, whose owner sat in a chair trying hard not to look concerned. Friends. He was safe.
It was so hard to keep his eyes open, but he knew that he had to.
"Ai'she'va..."
((I'm just going with the order up there for posting, y/n?))