♛ .15 | thought/memory ♛
[There are no words or voice to accompany the feed, for once, only a distant, deep rumbling - the sound of an earthquake, for those familiar with the noise. Overhead, the sky is beautifully blue and clear, almost unnaturally so.
The sky is inhabited (covered, adorned) with a man. He stares at something far beneath him, his eyes the blue of the sky. His hair is white, drifting with the wind and looking like clouds, gathered around his face - no, they're feathers - birds?
There is no expression on his face but implacable calmness, but as he turns (and the clouds-birds-feathers swirl about him like the wind in a storm), he seems to smile.
The memory ends.
Rustling, for a moment, as Hades touches the Forge with one hand. He's sitting mostly out of sight, probably next to it, near a table.]
It's not a dream.
[He laughs once, low and quietly amused, just before the feed ends.]
The sky is inhabited (covered, adorned) with a man. He stares at something far beneath him, his eyes the blue of the sky. His hair is white, drifting with the wind and looking like clouds, gathered around his face - no, they're feathers - birds?
There is no expression on his face but implacable calmness, but as he turns (and the clouds-birds-feathers swirl about him like the wind in a storm), he seems to smile.
The memory ends.
Rustling, for a moment, as Hades touches the Forge with one hand. He's sitting mostly out of sight, probably next to it, near a table.]
It's not a dream.
[He laughs once, low and quietly amused, just before the feed ends.]