Day 2: Second verse, same as the first.
Characters: [AU] Original!Ion; [AU] Guy (closed)
Location: Grand Chokmah
Time: Day 2, late afternoon
Warnings: None so far~
Confusion and disarray were not emotions he felt keen on showing to others, much less himself, and this situation was no exception in the least. The faint, fearful and hushed little whispers ghosting between the parting crowds of the bustling city did little to agitate the black-clad boy as he made his way slowly, slowly through the entrance of the town.
The moment he came to and noticed that the great expanse of the sky was blue, he knew something simply was not right with the world. Ion was not hard-pressed to find out; there simply were no logical solutions to his current predicament and that was all there was to it, truly. He decided that dwelling on the logistics of how and when would do nothing but give him an unnecessary headache, and if help had the misfortune to arrive during said headache, he was not keen on the idea of frightening it off simply because he was in a dreadful mood and nothing more.
This city, this city, this city-- Still garbage in his eyes, the people walking by and taking the time to do a double-take before attempting to mask their interest by walking away slowly. Though the Fon Master did not know the circumstances, he thought to himself as he slowed his pace upon reaching Grand Chokmah's grand bridge, there was still too much lingering resentment clinging to his heart induced by memories of his old world, lingering wishes of the busy city's destruction and fall into the Qliphoth where it so belonged.
Location: Grand Chokmah
Time: Day 2, late afternoon
Warnings: None so far~
Confusion and disarray were not emotions he felt keen on showing to others, much less himself, and this situation was no exception in the least. The faint, fearful and hushed little whispers ghosting between the parting crowds of the bustling city did little to agitate the black-clad boy as he made his way slowly, slowly through the entrance of the town.
The moment he came to and noticed that the great expanse of the sky was blue, he knew something simply was not right with the world. Ion was not hard-pressed to find out; there simply were no logical solutions to his current predicament and that was all there was to it, truly. He decided that dwelling on the logistics of how and when would do nothing but give him an unnecessary headache, and if help had the misfortune to arrive during said headache, he was not keen on the idea of frightening it off simply because he was in a dreadful mood and nothing more.
This city, this city, this city-- Still garbage in his eyes, the people walking by and taking the time to do a double-take before attempting to mask their interest by walking away slowly. Though the Fon Master did not know the circumstances, he thought to himself as he slowed his pace upon reaching Grand Chokmah's grand bridge, there was still too much lingering resentment clinging to his heart induced by memories of his old world, lingering wishes of the busy city's destruction and fall into the Qliphoth where it so belonged.