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[OOM] Day 200
Dec. 4th, 2018 12:55 amThere are shadows falling from the sky.
Daybreak Town’s sky is usually static, suspended either in sunrise or in a halfhearted mimicry of night, with the clouds pinned in place and the colours set like paints drying on canvas. But this is different: A roiling, churning cloud of pitch black squats on the sky, with lightning flickering from its depths, and from it Heartless peel off like fat droplets of rain, and go tumbling down towards the town.
Eden crouches on the edge of Leopardos Union’s roof, watching the storm, with Chirithy by his side.
“This is just like my dream,” he says.
Chirithy’s gaze flicks over to him, just for a second. “Dream?”
“Yeah! People at the bar told me the word,” Eden says, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder. “I guess it was fifty days or so ago? You were there, and I was here, and we had this conversation.”
“Oh? And what happened after that?”
Eden pulls in a breath, and slowly rises to a standing position, settling his hands loosely behind his back and tipping his chin up, letting the facade of Eden Llyx drop away some. “Who knows? I step off this rooftop to join the fight, and the dream ends before I hit the ground,” he throws a grin at Chirithy. “Worried?”
“I am always concerned by the encroachment of darkness upon the world,” Chirithy replies, stiffly.
“Don’t be!” Eden chirps, and waves a hand towards the Heartless. “What’s it they say? ‘All worlds begin in darkness, and all so end.’”
That makes Chirithy turn, staring at him. “Where … did you hear that? Who said that to you?”
Eden flashes him a sly smile, stepping up to the edge of the rooftop. “On second thought, though,” he says. “It’ll be a pain if I have to find somewhere else to live.”
He steps off the roof, summoning his keyblade as he falls, and before he can hit the ground, the dream -- …
Eden’s eyes snap open.
He’s lying in bed. Which is fine, that’s where he went to sleep, it’s more or less where he would expect to find himself.
But sleep is usually just sleep. He shuts his eyes, and then he opens them again, and nothing passes between those two moments. This time, though, he remembers images and events, as though someone had dumped the Milliways television into his head while he slept and played back footage to his sleeping mind.
A black cloud over Daybreak Town, and Heartless falling like rain. The image is strangely hazy now, as though he can’t quite hang onto it with his eyes open, but he remembers the broad strokes and rough impressions.
“Huh. S’weird.”
Daybreak Town’s sky is usually static, suspended either in sunrise or in a halfhearted mimicry of night, with the clouds pinned in place and the colours set like paints drying on canvas. But this is different: A roiling, churning cloud of pitch black squats on the sky, with lightning flickering from its depths, and from it Heartless peel off like fat droplets of rain, and go tumbling down towards the town.
Eden crouches on the edge of Leopardos Union’s roof, watching the storm, with Chirithy by his side.
“This is just like my dream,” he says.
Chirithy’s gaze flicks over to him, just for a second. “Dream?”
“Yeah! People at the bar told me the word,” Eden says, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder. “I guess it was fifty days or so ago? You were there, and I was here, and we had this conversation.”
“Oh? And what happened after that?”
Eden pulls in a breath, and slowly rises to a standing position, settling his hands loosely behind his back and tipping his chin up, letting the facade of Eden Llyx drop away some. “Who knows? I step off this rooftop to join the fight, and the dream ends before I hit the ground,” he throws a grin at Chirithy. “Worried?”
“I am always concerned by the encroachment of darkness upon the world,” Chirithy replies, stiffly.
“Don’t be!” Eden chirps, and waves a hand towards the Heartless. “What’s it they say? ‘All worlds begin in darkness, and all so end.’”
That makes Chirithy turn, staring at him. “Where … did you hear that? Who said that to you?”
Eden flashes him a sly smile, stepping up to the edge of the rooftop. “On second thought, though,” he says. “It’ll be a pain if I have to find somewhere else to live.”
He steps off the roof, summoning his keyblade as he falls, and before he can hit the ground, the dream -- …
Eden’s eyes snap open.
He’s lying in bed. Which is fine, that’s where he went to sleep, it’s more or less where he would expect to find himself.
But sleep is usually just sleep. He shuts his eyes, and then he opens them again, and nothing passes between those two moments. This time, though, he remembers images and events, as though someone had dumped the Milliways television into his head while he slept and played back footage to his sleeping mind.
A black cloud over Daybreak Town, and Heartless falling like rain. The image is strangely hazy now, as though he can’t quite hang onto it with his eyes open, but he remembers the broad strokes and rough impressions.
“Huh. S’weird.”
