[ Visiting the Horizon is admittedly not on the top of Eddieās list. He almost feels like he saw a little too much of it, honestly, and the odd pull he feels from the Singularity makes him want to put more distance between it and himself. It makes him nervous and anxious.
But there is something he needs to take care of, so he eventually slips back into his domain. The woods that had taken over in the false future are gone, and the castle isā¦somewhat humble once more, but the dragon heād created as a form of snow removal a few months back is still there, curled around a turret and dozing.
Eddie won't be found there, though. Instead, he be found in the tiny trailer just off the path, where he all but tears through the door and makes for the electric guitar he keeps propped up against a mirror in his bedroom. The minute itās in his hands, he breathes an immediate sigh of relief. ]
Been awhile, sweetheart. I swear I wonāt forget about you againā
[ Yes, thatās weird. And embarrassing. But itās a moment that gets cut off when Eddie lets out a high-pitched, almost inhuman sound, because on the back of his guitarāhis beautiful, perfect guitar, a message has been etched into the wood:
WE ARE YOU, AND YOU ARE US. YOU ARE NOT THEIRS. ]
Jesus Christ. What have they done to you?
[ He doesnāt even know who ātheyā are, but he frets over the message for a moment, unsure of how to feel. On the other, this is the Horizon and he can fix it if he likes. On a subjective third hand, itās sort of a metal kind of message. Youāre own by no one, no one lays claim to you.
Eventually, he lets the message stay. Itās not a bad thing for anyone to keep in mind. And later on, he lug the guitar outside to where the dragon has opted to come down from his turret and doze in the grass instead. ]
For someone named after the god-king of dragons, youāre like, sickeningly lazy, dude. Move.
[ The dragon, Bahamut, doesnāt even bat an eye, doesn't move an inch, so Eddie merely settles down against his flank to play. He feels guilty for what he'd forgotten during those lost centuries, but at least he never lost that. In fact, he finds certain songs just a little easier to play before, like 800 years of fake practice genuinely paid off. He powers out the ridiculous tapping in Eruption without breaking a sweat, and looks surprised with himself when heās finished. ]
horizon; OTA
But there is something he needs to take care of, so he eventually slips back into his domain. The woods that had taken over in the false future are gone, and the castle isā¦somewhat humble once more, but the dragon heād created as a form of snow removal a few months back is still there, curled around a turret and dozing.
Eddie won't be found there, though. Instead, he be found in the tiny trailer just off the path, where he all but tears through the door and makes for the electric guitar he keeps propped up against a mirror in his bedroom. The minute itās in his hands, he breathes an immediate sigh of relief. ]
Been awhile, sweetheart. I swear I wonāt forget about you againā
[ Yes, thatās weird. And embarrassing. But itās a moment that gets cut off when Eddie lets out a high-pitched, almost inhuman sound, because on the back of his guitarāhis beautiful, perfect guitar, a message has been etched into the wood:
WE ARE YOU, AND YOU ARE US.
YOU ARE NOT THEIRS. ]
Jesus Christ. What have they done to you?
[ He doesnāt even know who ātheyā are, but he frets over the message for a moment, unsure of how to feel. On the other, this is the Horizon and he can fix it if he likes. On a subjective third hand, itās sort of a metal kind of message. Youāre own by no one, no one lays claim to you.
Eventually, he lets the message stay. Itās not a bad thing for anyone to keep in mind. And later on, he lug the guitar outside to where the dragon has opted to come down from his turret and doze in the grass instead. ]
For someone named after the god-king of dragons, youāre like, sickeningly lazy, dude. Move.
[ The dragon, Bahamut, doesnāt even bat an eye, doesn't move an inch, so Eddie merely settles down against his flank to play. He feels guilty for what he'd forgotten during those lost centuries, but at least he never lost that. In fact, he finds certain songs just a little easier to play before, like 800 years of fake practice genuinely paid off. He powers out the ridiculous tapping in Eruption without breaking a sweat, and looks surprised with himself when heās finished. ]
Huh. Shit.