#emo time

(is good band name)

sad kaeya hr ✦

Oh it absolutely is

Someone needed to tell her

Surrounded by thousands and thousands of concrete blocks - walls of metal, cages of stone, bound by endless cables and wires; I missed the desert. And don't get me wrong, please! I love Night City, I really do: the neons, colourful lights, the never-ending rhythm of life, hum of the streets and someone, somewhere, always there, always in action. It all speaks to me, like sweet candies speak to a child - but it's a different kind of attraction. It's electrifying, addicting, a forbidden lover, this place. What I missed... Was home. Sun on my skin, the silence, empty horizon. Family and friends, always there and never there. The possibilities and the lack of them - knowing it all and not knowing in the slightest. I missed this one thing that Night City took from me; one that you could only feel when you got a taste of it, one that nomadic souls cherish the most. Freedom.

the war had taken a great deal from everyone, people lost families, friends, partners - he was no stranger to that, he’d lost everyone he ever loved and cared about within such a short period of time, his friends had been his family and they were all taken from him. but one of the deaths that he didn’t fully recover from was marlene’s, he’d loved her so much and he’d lost her. he can still remember the night he found out, how devastated he’d been. ever since coming to this city, he couldn’t help but think of the people he’d lost and seeing james and knowing that marlene was here somewhere in the city - he couldn’t help but wandering the streets, hoping that he would see her, but he’d been doing it for the last few days with little luck. but he knew that he didn’t want to give up, even if there was a chance he wouldn’t find her, he needed to keep going. “marlene?” sirius didn’t know what was happening, this city was just full of ghosts and he didn’t know if he was dreaming and this was some sort of cruel dream that he’d imagined to make things a little better in his cell, or it was actually real. james being here made him slightly more inclined to lean towards the second option, because he’d hugged him and felt that he was in fact not a ghost. he’d regretted so many things after she died, how he hadn’t told her he loved her, though he was sure she at least knew, or he hoped she’d known how much she meant to him. “y-you’re here?” he blinked away a few tears as he approached her.