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seaofhearts2016-10-19 06:01 pm
zinit) wrote in seaofhearts2016-10-19 06:01 pm
[world 5] i will climb mount zinit, into the forbidden zone.
Who: the Alices and their neat new hats
What: Qilby's heart is open for exploration!
Where: world 5, Hell Lab on Mount Spaceship
Warnings: it's time for planetcide, naughty children...
Qilby steps through the door first, and when the first blast of fresh air hits him, it's nostalgic. He closes his eyes against the wind, opens them again, and...
Part of him feels warmth welling in his chest; it's familiar, the spitting image of the second place the Eliatropes called home. Vili is there, bright and warm as it is in the summer, and he wants to sink into it: to feel small things like grass against his cheek, like the way wakfu pulses just under the surface. The other half of him knows it's not real, and dread sinks from his throat into the pit of his stomach.
He'd been trying pointedly to ignore that his heart, too, would be laid bare. It's easy to spectate when your own dignity isn't at stake; it's easy to sniff at others' insignificant problems when your own are not being amplified. He keeps looking over his shoulder for his family, but they aren't there, and he knows that. The only thing here for him is a key and five (once six) barely familiar faces.
Now, let's hope he's not going to get stabbed in the neck.
It is probably obvious whose heart it is when he forges ahead, straight for the rusting door (how has the Zinit become this poorly maintained?), and settles his hand in the groove to unlock it. (Then, it is probably obvious by the hats whose heart it is, also.)
What: Qilby's heart is open for exploration!
Where: world 5, Hell Lab on Mount Spaceship
Warnings: it's time for planetcide, naughty children...
Qilby steps through the door first, and when the first blast of fresh air hits him, it's nostalgic. He closes his eyes against the wind, opens them again, and...
Part of him feels warmth welling in his chest; it's familiar, the spitting image of the second place the Eliatropes called home. Vili is there, bright and warm as it is in the summer, and he wants to sink into it: to feel small things like grass against his cheek, like the way wakfu pulses just under the surface. The other half of him knows it's not real, and dread sinks from his throat into the pit of his stomach.
He'd been trying pointedly to ignore that his heart, too, would be laid bare. It's easy to spectate when your own dignity isn't at stake; it's easy to sniff at others' insignificant problems when your own are not being amplified. He keeps looking over his shoulder for his family, but they aren't there, and he knows that. The only thing here for him is a key and five (once six) barely familiar faces.
Now, let's hope he's not going to get stabbed in the neck.
It is probably obvious whose heart it is when he forges ahead, straight for the rusting door (how has the Zinit become this poorly maintained?), and settles his hand in the groove to unlock it. (Then, it is probably obvious by the hats whose heart it is, also.)
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[ That way, she can go back to Hajime, back on Jabberwock Island. He's the only person that matters to her. The only person that she has. ]