bung bung bung bung [ACTIVE//OPEN]
Characters: Gaara, whoever, I'm going to assume Temari will get in here at some point
Location: The Courtyard, and beyond!
Time: who cares
Content: Gaara arrives. WHAT SHENANIGANS WILL ENSUE!?
Warnings: ...I have no idea what's going to happen. Just... brace yourselves.
Gaara might have been surprised when the car door slammed shut behind him with no more than a mutter - "Xavier's problem now" - but his expression didn't flicker, nor did he turn to watch the little black government-standard car zip down the driveway and out of sight. The gaunt boy's attention was fixated on something he found far more interesting.
Everything was green. Gaara had never seen so much of it in his life. Ever since the people in suits had taken him from home, he'd found himself dazzled but the sheer spectrum of color that had existed beyond his realization. He had known, on some distant, absentminded level, that there was more to the world than desert, but to see-
Gaara approached a bed of grass to the side of the drive and knelt, reaching tentative fingers out to brush the delicate blades with the pads of his fingers. For the moment, the reason for his arrival was entirely forgotten as the boy found himself entranced by the life under his fingers.
Location: The Courtyard, and beyond!
Time: who cares
Content: Gaara arrives. WHAT SHENANIGANS WILL ENSUE!?
Warnings: ...I have no idea what's going to happen. Just... brace yourselves.
Gaara might have been surprised when the car door slammed shut behind him with no more than a mutter - "Xavier's problem now" - but his expression didn't flicker, nor did he turn to watch the little black government-standard car zip down the driveway and out of sight. The gaunt boy's attention was fixated on something he found far more interesting.
Everything was green. Gaara had never seen so much of it in his life. Ever since the people in suits had taken him from home, he'd found himself dazzled but the sheer spectrum of color that had existed beyond his realization. He had known, on some distant, absentminded level, that there was more to the world than desert, but to see-
Gaara approached a bed of grass to the side of the drive and knelt, reaching tentative fingers out to brush the delicate blades with the pads of his fingers. For the moment, the reason for his arrival was entirely forgotten as the boy found himself entranced by the life under his fingers.