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 Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2023 7:55 am
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Quote: The Meteor Shower (3) : It wouldn’t be a star festival without a meteor shower! Right on time, a beautiful array of shooting stars graces the night sky. This time of year is unnaturally clear and it’s incredibly easy to see the stars. Most meteor fragments appear to be little white or yellow lights streaming across the sky, but if you watch closely enough you may find that some of them seem to be a whole rainbow of colors. The scientists have reported that it’s just different components burning up as they enter the atmosphere, but there’s something undeniably magical about it.
Sometimes Dorian liked to nap out in the fresh air. Not that the air was particularly fresh in the middle of the city, but his snot had also never been tinged black here like it had in London, so he liked to think that meant it was fresher. The park near his house wasn’t so bad. Some of the normal city smells almost didn’t reach him there on the park bench.
Stars streaked across the sky above him. Dorian watched for a while, letting his mind go blank. He was restless, but too tired to bother with anything more than sleep, yet too keyed up to stay cooped up in the house. He hadn’t been able to write at all that day, like he had some sort of mental block preventing the words from flowing. That seemed to be a common occurrence recently.
Dorian blamed the Negaverse. He blamed August, and Ilian Jones. He supposed, ultimately, it was the White Moon’s fault; if they’d die out or leave, no one would have to be bothered with them.
With a sigh, Dorian closed his eyes. He just needed rest.
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2023 7:56 am
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There were more things on his mind recently than Kamacite would have liked. There were good things that happened. Faustite wasn’t a youma. He wasn’t taken by the White Moon, either. But there were so many people who he had to stand by his side that Kamacite felt like there was no room left for him.
Was he even allowed to think that he deserved a place by Faustite’s side? After everything they’d been through -- the heartache and the good times too -- Kamacite was never certain where he belonged.
Not any more. Not for several years.
So he kept to himself, mostly. He was grateful for Misha, who made sure he didn’t regress back to his old habits of eating only poptarts and wallowing in bed all day. He wasn’t sure he deserved Misha as a friend. He certainly hadn’t felt as though he’d pulled his weight when it came to making sure Misha was happy, although he did his best. He cooked with him, set up his videos, and when he needed to mope, it was often sprawled across Misha’s bed.
Kamacite hadn’t planned on collecting more energy that night. He’d gathered a little here and there, mostly so he could stay out of the way while Misha and Lev talked about something that was going on back where they were originally from. It felt rude to eavesdrop on a conversation about parents and family, even if it seemed as though theirs treated them as poorly as Yuuri’s had.
There was a homeless person sleeping on one of the benches out in the park. Kamacite didn’t like to prey on those who were defenseless, but a little energy would only result in them getting a more restful sleep.
He approached as quietly as shadow, holding out his hand so he could pull the energy to him without having to touch. The lights above were a little distracting, but not so much that Kamacite felt as though he was in any kind of danger if he let his guard down a little.
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2023 7:58 am
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When the man spoke, Kamacite froze. He didn’t realize anyone could have felt the slow pull of energy. Unless, of course, they were familiar with it. He frowned but didn’t say anything right away. Instead, he carefully released the small orb of energy from his hand to be returned to the man on the bench.
So that man was an agent? There was no way for Kamacite to know who he was when he was a civilian, but there was a chance that he didn’t know the man, anyway.
“I apologize,” he said after another long moment, and tucked his hands into the sleeves of his robes. He would ignore the way his face felt warm. It had been an innocent mistake. Unlike when Bloodstone took his starseed, after he was asked to help him.
“I hope you enjoy the rest of your night. Stay safe.”
Kamacite didn’t expect a conversation to start just because he accidentally started taking the man’s energy. He didn’t know what else to say, either. He apologized and gave his energy back. That had to be enough.
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2023 7:59 am
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Dorian pushed himself up on one elbow, seeking out the figure in the dark—a young man, slight in billowing robes. A Senshi, it seemed, though the shadows obscured details like rank.
The mistake wasn’t worth harassing him for. With their identities concealed, there truly was no way to know. The Senshi was contrite, but he didn’t fall over himself to apologize either; he simply offered his remorse and rectified the issue. No tears, no blubbering, not anger and accusations. He was simple, polite, unassuming.
Dorian accepted the apology with silence. Conversation wouldn’t have been unwelcome, but Dorian didn’t yearn for it either. He wasn’t the talkative sort to begin with. The Senshi didn’t seem to be either. Maybe he would’ve made pleasant company for that reason alone, but that was no reason to keep him longer.
“You, too,” Dorian said, lowering himself back down.
He watched another meteor streak by, following its path across the night sky.
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