mobezon: (019 | past reflections)
𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝. ([personal profile] mobezon) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs 2023-03-22 06:40 am (UTC)

bringing his own little rain cloud

{ he can count on his hand how many times he's entered the horizon. each experience has been jarring, but he still tries again. he has to stay in the dark cave and wait the sun to settle, so he meditates then, lets his spirit go where it wants. it's aiming somewhere he once called home - he had built a home within people for a long time; he continues to be a fool.

it isn't what he expects. there's a line of desperation to his gaze when he finds a thunderstorm in its place. he can see a tiny home in the distance, but it indicates something forbidden to it. he once again wonders if he had landed in someone's domain like the first time. he hadn't intended to intrude upon kyle's place. circumstances are now different. he stares off at the thunderstorm. he might as well be a statue with the amount of restriction he setting upon his person as he stands still. he's also wearing vintage 1910s attire.

it isn't until he hears the voice that he tenses. the pit has marked him enough that he'll fight if he has to. it's the displeased he perceives that sets him on edge, and he nearly does not recognize the sound until he turns and sees who it is. }


It seems I have. This is not... We've met once, haven't we?

{ alucard, was how the young vampire had introduced himself, he recalls. that brief visit to nocwich seems ages ago. a less tiring time. }

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