hell yeah man it’s about time i got this squared away! after a bit of consideration i’ve decided to move to a new and fresh blog! what does that mean for this one? it’ll be archived. if i really want to get back into the swing of things i need some new paint -- a new look! -- and this is just the perfect thing. it’ll still be the same old stitches as you’ll find here, and any active rps i currently have WILL be carried over ( looking at you, elf ), so don’t fret that this will delete any of those. so, without further ado: find me here!

Maglor chuckled, a little incredulous, but he couldn’t blame the boy for his judgement.  He knew he looked helpless at first glance–yes, he was tall, a little over six feet, and very thin, and quite pale.  There was a beauty to him despite his thinness, but his large eyes and soft hair only seemed to add to his air of frailty.

And yet a peculiar light shone in his eyes–not the metaphorical sort, either, but a true light, a real radiance that welled up from within the depths of blue-grey.  For a moment, that light flashed with mischief–almost warning.

“Strange?  Well,  yes.”  He shrugged both thin shoulders.  “I’m willing to admit it: both of us are rather strange.  But I…”  He worried on his lower lip for a moment, not entirely sure how to say this.

“…There was a boy I met–a boy about your age.  He was…offering his skills and experience in a consulting capacity to one General Yen.  His name…”  Ah, there it was.  Remembering Yen had brought the boy’s name back to him.  “…is Vanitas Nomura.  Do either of those ring a bell?  I say so because you look startlingly like him.  You are related to him, are you not?”

          He listens to him go on, half paying attention, really. Something something pay attention or else you seem rude something something... can’t blame him if he doesn’t care. Maybe it was because of a feeling of something wise and ancient coming off this dude, and for lack of a better word it annoyed him. Sure he maybe didn’t look the part, an odd beauty as some would call it ( not forgetting that he’s not very keen to those sorts of things ) who looked like the breeze could topple him at any moment, but..           The Light? That’s unmistakable, and it’s the thing he hyper-focuses on as the taller man goes off on some sort of bit. He did a good job at hiding it, Stiches’ll give him that, but his own eyes visibly narrow as they bore into the other’s. Immediately his own brain ticks off what-if’s and theories, personas constructing themselves and then being discarded when a particular piece didn’t fit.           A Light as ancient as that would make anyone tense, but oh so much more when what you are stands opposed yet all the more equal to it.           However, he does snap to attention at a name, and his pupils dilate for just a moment. Oops, the old and scraggly Light got a bingo. Better play smart.

The lack of ill intent was probably why it had taken so long for Maglor to notice he was being observed.  But it didn’t take long to spot the observer:  a pale, dark-haired young Man, leaning casually against the outer wall of a building, digging in his pockets for…was that a lollipop?  The lad was making a face at it, as if it had said something to offend him.

Wait…no.  Not a Man.  Maglor took a step back.  Beneath his shaggy hair, his pointed ears fell back in alarm.

Something was off about this boy.  Maglor could feel…not Taint, not like the servants of the Enemy of long ago…but something…not human.  Something distinctly Dark.

It took a moment for his skittish mind to work through it–and his hunted, cornered-rabbit look fell away when the realization hit him.  Dark.  Yes.  In the purest sense.  Like that boy he had met at the Infinite Alliance, the one who kept teleporting about and causing a ruckus; what was his name, something in Latin…

This boy looked almost exactly like him.  A bit smaller, maybe.  And the…feeling coming off of him was subtlety different.  The taller one had felt like coalescing shadows; this one felt more like shadows and smoke.

Maglor blinked, grey-blue eyes owlish, as he realized he’d been staring openly at the boy for a good solid minute.  Well.  He supposed it was only polite to introduce himself.  Still clutching his jacket about him, he stepped cautiously forward, his steps remaining noiseless.

“Excuse me,” he ventured quietly.  “I did not mean to stare, but you remind me of someone I know.”

now most would think it’d be extremely rude to be sneaking into the house of a friend you haven’t had the chance to speak to in months, but stitches in that regard wasn’t most. especially when he had, in his mind, something of upmost importance to do. keeping movement to a minimum, he wills a flood to existence in front of him, pressing a finger against it’s muzzle as if telling it to behave.