Wonders of the Modern World
Where: Duelist Kingdom, domino city
When: a week after Seigfrieds demise
Who: Seto, Seth, Pegasus, Otogi, others?
Why: Because this is what happens when you throw rocks at peoples heads
Pegasus was sitting on the window seat in what he had been told was his bedroom, looking out over his island and the gray ocean beyond. He twirled a bit of overly long silvery hair in one hand, silently contemplating all that was lost and all that was still possible in this world.
It had been nearly a week since he first woke and found himself in this foreign place. He tried to take everything in stride, to smile and laugh as fearlessly as ever, but as the days passed his silences grew longer and he withdrew from everyone who tried to speak with him in a language he could only sense the meaning of, not truly understand.
The coldness of glass against the length of his thigh that had escaped the slit in his kilt was a small marvel to him. So smooth and clear, a protective shield against the elements even in this fortress like home. Everything here seemed strangely smooth and glossed over. Especially when he spoke to Seth. He was a spirit. He had died. And Pegasus didn't remember...
He watched for his dead lover out of the corner of his eye with a longing as well as a hidden dread, constantly feeling for his whereabouts as if what little he was now might fade from him as well. If it weren't for Seths presence right beside him in bed when he woke here he imagined he would have gone completely mad.
When: a week after Seigfrieds demise
Who: Seto, Seth, Pegasus, Otogi, others?
Why: Because this is what happens when you throw rocks at peoples heads
Pegasus was sitting on the window seat in what he had been told was his bedroom, looking out over his island and the gray ocean beyond. He twirled a bit of overly long silvery hair in one hand, silently contemplating all that was lost and all that was still possible in this world.
It had been nearly a week since he first woke and found himself in this foreign place. He tried to take everything in stride, to smile and laugh as fearlessly as ever, but as the days passed his silences grew longer and he withdrew from everyone who tried to speak with him in a language he could only sense the meaning of, not truly understand.
The coldness of glass against the length of his thigh that had escaped the slit in his kilt was a small marvel to him. So smooth and clear, a protective shield against the elements even in this fortress like home. Everything here seemed strangely smooth and glossed over. Especially when he spoke to Seth. He was a spirit. He had died. And Pegasus didn't remember...
He watched for his dead lover out of the corner of his eye with a longing as well as a hidden dread, constantly feeling for his whereabouts as if what little he was now might fade from him as well. If it weren't for Seths presence right beside him in bed when he woke here he imagined he would have gone completely mad.