[dreaming]

[boy_of_twilight]

He was floating... it felt like his head was lower than the rest of his body. He could almost feel the air shift around him, so he knew he must be floating downward. It was hard, but when he opened his eyes there was a pale ray of light high above his head, and it seemed to either be fading or getting farther away. There was a whimpering sound, and

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[windup_boytoy]

*is on the roof and staring at the sky, as is his habit*
*he'll come back in after a bit*

[boy_of_twilight]

It was as if his waking up woke something else, and suddenly the darkness he was surrounded by lit up with thousands of bright yellow spots that he knew instinctively were eyes. The viscuous blackness around his body tightened, constricting his chest as he was turned to face the ground, though he couldn't see it at all. Yellow eyes gleamed all around him now, and he struggled, starting to pant harshly.

[windup_boytoy]

He smiles to himself, tracing fanciful shapes and patterns in the stars. The chill of the night air doesn't bother him so much since he's better dressed for the weather, and it's just so fun to look at those twinkling stars and wonder what's happening on other worlds. Maybe he'll go on another world-hopping trip soon. Maybe he'll bring someone with him this time.

[boy_of_twilight]

He had to do something, free a hand that was held tight against his side and do... something. He couldn't remember what. It was hard to think when he was trying to breathe at the same time, to get air to slowly starving muscles. His heart was pounding in his ears, a loud staccato of growing fear, and the yellow eyes seemed to grow brighter. He felt the blackness oozing up higher. It felt warm to his skin as it covered his neck, and he made a strangled noise, trying to kick away. It almost felt as if he connected with something, he felt like he could almost hear something shatter. He tried again to raise an arm, this time to try to pull the tendrils of black away from his neck.