http://drknss-bnd-lght.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] drknss-bnd-lght.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] onepassingnight2011-05-03 04:32 am

First Dream

[As far as the eye can see there's only a field of grass with a light wind blowing. It's freezing cold, but the boy laying back to look at the stars doesn't seem to notice. Or, if he does, he's used to it. He's been here for a while, slowly watching them blink out of existence one by one. Each time they do he reaches up, sadness written on his face - in the air around him. He can't stop it, he knows that, but he reaches anyway, trying as hard as he can. As if that will help. It doesn't and as each one slowly winks out, he seems to curl up on himself - bitter, hurt - lonely. It seems like hours, but soon, there's only a handful left.

Ventus shivers, rolling over and curling up - He's alone. He shouldn't have tried. How does he reach the light anyway? He can't. Sitting up, he pulls out the pieces of his wayfinder, face an open book of abandonment and betrayal. Hurt and anger.
] ....I wish...

[And flings it away as far and hard as he can, uncaring where they fall.

Overhead, several more stars wink out, the rest shining just that much fainter.
] I've never known you if you were just going to abandon me.

{{OOC: Tags returned when I wake up. }}

[identity profile] waterfell.livejournal.com 2011-05-02 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[Mercury knows loneliness. She knows loneliness and the pain of that betrayal to abandonment. And in her world, at least, the stars going out means the death of soldiers like her across the galaxy; they are born of stars and planets. She turns her face away from it to speak to Ventus.

If she feels the cold herself, as she should in the short-skirted uniform, she gives no sign of it; she is ice. She does not particularly seem sympathetic at first; she's been taught to feel revulsion at these open signs of feeling. Nonetheless, after a moment of undecided staring, she does not ridicule him, either - nor does she leave.]


It'd be easier, is that it?

[She speaks lightly, but if she had never been fool enough to listen to false promises, everything she's had to do would have been so much simpler. Her head would be unclouded.]

[identity profile] waterfell.livejournal.com 2011-05-03 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Perhaps it's because they both understand those bleak realities. Mercury steps closer.]

But instead of that, why not make them regret what they did?

If you do, I want to see it immensely <3 also, DON'T LISTEN TO THE DARK MAGICAL GIRL, VENTUS T_T XD

[identity profile] waterfell.livejournal.com 2011-05-03 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
[It's certainly better than sitting and waiting for better, hoping it'll change when she knows it won't, taking the pain because she doesn't know how to speak for herself.

She knows, now.]


Can you plan something like that?

...hers comes from being evil. srsly. she doesn't get one til after this arc in canon -_-;

[identity profile] waterfell.livejournal.com 2011-05-03 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Perhaps the saddest part is that she isn't even trying. This isn't her world, or even a world she knows; she doesn't really have any wish for it, good or bad.

It's the poison of her own world that leaks everywhere, taints everything, until sometimes it seems like she can't even avoid bringing it with her.]


You're pretty docile. [That, she can't help saying somewhat dismissively.]

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[identity profile] whitleas.livejournal.com 2011-05-03 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
[She finds herself, this time, on a field of grass, shivering at the freezing cold for a moment before shaking her head and reminding herself that she's been through colder places.

Then she feels something...hit her on the head. Her hand reflexively darts into her bag, grabbing a Pokeball and looking around before realizing, with a wave of relief, that, no, there are no enemies around for her to fight.

The relief is quickly replaced with puzzlement, though, when she notices the pieces on the ground. She picks them up and pockets them, looking around for their owner.

It's not long before she finds Ventus.]


Hey.

[Whitlea's greeting is quiet, tinged with a sort of sad sympathy. She'd tell him she found the pieces of his wayfinder, but it seems as if this is a bad time to bring them up.]

[identity profile] whitleas.livejournal.com 2011-05-04 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
I just found myself here.

[She gives him a soft smile.]

I'm Whitlea.

[identity profile] whitleas.livejournal.com 2011-05-04 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
Nope. At least, I'm sure I'm not a part of your dream.

[She shrugs, then sits down next to him.]

Anyway, it's nice to meet you, Ven.

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[identity profile] defiantstand.livejournal.com 2011-05-09 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
[It was an interesting place he'd ended up in this time. There was so much green and the wind really flared out his cape nicely. An immediate glance around reveals little of interest, though it is curious to see the stars fading out and blinking. Merely making note of the situation, he makes his way across the endless rolling green until after a short while, he hears something whistling through the air.

A glance at his feet reveals the pieces of a peculiar object -something he didn't really recognize as anything more than an odd trinket, but generally unable to determine its original shape. Crouching and neatly collecting the item in his hand and pocketing it, he travels onward until he comes across the boy in the grass.]


Oi. Kid.

[He's very flat-toned and blunt-sounding as he addresses the blond boy in the grass. But he seems intent on figuring out if he's awake first.]

You're hardly one to talk. Today was a killer... I should be more prompt after work tomorrow.

[identity profile] defiantstand.livejournal.com 2011-05-10 10:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Kamina takes a moment to fish around in his pocket for the pieces of whatever the trinket was that he'd found earlier. Once he was sure he had them all, he holds them out in his hand to the blond as he poses a question.]

You know what the hell this is? I damn near missed it in the grass while walkin' around here.

Ah, cool then.

[identity profile] defiantstand.livejournal.com 2011-05-12 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
[He raises an eyebrow at the comment like that. Between the way this scene seems to be slowly plunging into complete darkness and how the boy seemed to stutter that reply, something just doesn't add up.

Either way, this kid is clearly having one of those down times and if it's really influencing the world around the two of them, Kamina's curious to know what happened... so he can snap him out of it. Really, people shouldn't be this down in the dumps. It's a pain in the ass to everyone around them... especially if it's easily fixable.]


Not unless ya dream up guys that hit ya over the head to knock some sense into ya.

[While he grins at the boy and has a seat next to him, cape fluttering in the wind. The demeanor of this guy says that if he thought it might help things in the slightest, he would punch the boy in the face.]

/latest ever to all your posts X(

[identity profile] slayerpreferred.livejournal.com 2011-05-17 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Buffy just sort of appears right next to him. She does that. And though her tone is blase, her expression as she looks up at the dying stars is empathetic, like she knows exactly what he means.]

It's a lie, you know. That the hurting is better than the nothing. The nothing is much, much worse. [She curls in on herself a bit, wrapping her arms around her knees; still not making eye contact.]

good, backtags are love :3

[identity profile] slayerpreferred.livejournal.com 2011-05-18 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
At least when you hurt, you know you're alive. That it's real. [her tone peters off, barely a whisper by the end.]

[identity profile] slayerpreferred.livejournal.com 2011-05-20 11:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Ouch. That only hit .. extremely close to home.]

No one needs betrayers. They tend to show up uninvited.