Synaptic cleft, electromagnetic impulses, neurotransmitters, ions. That, dear children, was what made up dreams and life. Pleasant, or maybe a dash of fear? The brain was a person’s worst tormentor, yet simultaneously, it was also one’s savior. Sanctuary, happy place, mind palace, call it what you would, the fabricated reality was one that many chose to run away to. In some ways, Yun was the same. Chasing the fluttering tails of the past. While he slept, the world was slowly painted back to its former vibrancy. Deep and lush to pastel and gentle, the touch of the breeze, the giggle of the leaves, the warm caress of dazzling gold. What he wouldn’t give to stay.
Nowadays all that he gazed upon withered up and peeled apart before his eyes, and it was only when the sky scrunched up and shed its tears did he feel a touch happier. Now the world was truly stained gray, for him and everyone else. Electrical pulses through Schwann cells. Grey matter, white matter… all those beautiful fabrications. And so, Yun slumbered on, wrapped up and protected in his nest of warmth and blankets, golden sand sprinkled oh so sparsely over him.
A slam, a thud.
Maybe a bird hitting the window?
A voice, a tug, a dream rending shake.
Never mind.
Hnngh… Clutching at the remnants, he slipped through the cracks and tumbled back into reality. Honey coloured hues slid up towards his alarm clock, no, not the one on his table, the one yanking away his pillows and tearing apart his nest.
That alarm clock. Sora. Yawning, Yun refused to budge as the male launched into his ramblings. A mile a minute, contagious energy that bounced off the blond…
Are you high right now? Shimmer and gleams radiated from the male’s aura. Soft, sharp, pastel, deep… his colours slid around constant, though they remained in the more positive spectrum. Yellows, greens, blues, and pinks, it wasn’t at all blinding, and rather pleasant to watch.
First thing in the… Glancing over to his actual clock, Yun’s brows gravitated upwards.
It’s so early… Hm? Festival? Now there was something unexpected. Sora and festival? Add in ‘let’s go’ and Yun wondered if he was still asleep. Festival equated people. Sora equated introvert. By that logic, Sora could not lead to the result of festival. Impossible.
Life really enjoyed throwing curve-balls.
Ushered into the washroom to prepare, Yun stripped off his clothes in the most convoluted manner known to man. Stepping his toes onto the hem of his pants, tugs and jerks ensued, along with wiggling. Lots of wiggling. Hands busied themselves with working off his shirt. Slow tugs in every direction stretched the poor fabric out of shape. Flailing arms and legs, one garment was eventually flung off into who knows where, and the other pooled somewhat beneath him. Seven minutes, a whole three minutes faster than last time.
Then began his daily routine. Soak up the warmth, crank the water till it steamed the place up, remember (or not) to actually wash, and finally, exit. Towel haphazardly dragged across himself before wrapped around his waist, Yun lethargically made his way back out to find something clean to wear.
Are you sure you want to…? He asked upon passing his friend. Yun didn’t mind all that much as long as he learned something out of it. Try new things, all that nonsense, as long as Sora would do it with him, Yun was willing to give it a go. Circling his room, garments were plucked off furniture, sniffed, and usually tossed into some other corner of the room. Scouring the closet, he made a mental note to do his laundry… and hey... was that....? Dayum, that’s where that shirt went. Huh, who knew.
A long search later, he was fully clothed with decently clean garments and set (more or less) for whatever Sora had in mind. Dragged out by Sora soon after, Yun made sure to snatch his mask and slip it on before padding along beside him, attentive to what his friend was rambling about. Samhain. The transition into winter… almost perfectly between the autumn equinox and winter solstice… and… yes. How did that turn into some festival where people disguised themselves and went around the neighbor hood at night begging for sugary treats from complete strangers? Yun could list off a million things that were wrong with that and that alone, and then a million more about how that had no correlation to the original meaning of the date.
Glancing up towards ruby in the sea of obsidian, Yun nodded. Wandering? Sure. Not like he had something in mind.
Yeah… His friend had voiced aloud his very thoughts. Packed with every species imaginable, raucous chatter stirred within his ears and heads bobbed up and down to the point of transforming into waves. A sea of creatures coming and going in waves that threatened to swallow them up at a moment’s notice. Maybe… he could hold off on eating till later. By the looks of it, the stalls had become anthills of sorts, and a thick, impenetrable wall of flesh and bone (and exoskeletons in some cases) barred him from the source of the wafting aromas.
Sometime and rapid coercing later, the pair found themselves heading towards the corn maze.
Why do they make the maze out of corn stalks…? The idea was… strange, putting it mildly. Fluttering his fingers over the leaves as they walked, Yun and Sora took turns choosing which path to take at each ambiguous fork in the road – er, corn.
For all you know, people might hide in the stalks… there were those who enjoyed scaring others after all, and in Yun’s mind, this was an optimal place for that to occur. Towering and obscuring, at the very least, the privacy was nice.
Sora, tell me about festivals? He knew some of the ones from earth, but aside from those, Yun hadn’t bothered learning those that happened here in the colony. Did it matter? Would it change his experiment results? No? Then clearly it wasn’t on his list of things to remember.
( ooc -- Sorry, it's late and I really wanted to post and god I don't even think I'll remember half of what I typed tomorrow... Iprobablyrambledlikearetard.ForgivemeI'msorry OTL )
( health -- 100% )
( company -- Sora ) tab ( feelings -- here ) tab ( location -- Festival )
