#gazingarcane

Saffron quietly stared at the stall in the street looking at all the items for sell. One hand casually going to scratch at her stomach, itching the Leopardos tattoo that sat there.

There was a debate that went on in her mind for a while, up until she eventually just backed away and into whoever had been behind her.

The woman glances up with ice blue eyes noting a hooded figure and quickly jumped away out of surprise. WHY did this guy seem familiar?

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The Master is sort of aware that this was a dream. There was part of him pulling at the thought that it wasn’t real, despite the other part of him hoping it was. It certainly felt like it, another exhausting day and talking with Ansem. Maybe it was about the day, maybe it was from the various experiments and test that the Master ran, or even just playfully bothering the man.

Today was the first of the examples. Exhaustion hitting every part of the man, standing at one of the walls with his shoulder pressed against it. Was he muttering about everything? Of course! Words spilling into the air without any mind on who would hear.

There’s so much to do and so much that has yet to be done! Even in his dreams can’t escape it, but oh, will he rant to the air to at lest let it out some how.

Eye flickering over towards the side feeling someone pat him on the back. A few moments of staring at the man, words dying from his tongue. Mind pushing to wanting to figure out what wither this was part of his dream or something else. Instead of all that the man ends up laughing.

“ Work is never done huh? “

Laughing once more, laughter just as tired as he is before letting it die off. Silence filling the air before the Master slowly starts to speak again. Every so often pausing wanting to hear Ansem. Dream or not he wants to hear Ansem again.

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As usual, Master was working himself to death again. You would think he would learn, but no, he was as stubborn as ever. 

Looking at his tired form, the blond sighs as he looks at the Master before walking over as he reaches out and rests a hand on his back and gently rubs it. “You are all tense up, here, let me help.” 

Helping the man to the bedroom and onto the bed, he sits down and gently massages his back as to help bring ease and peace into the Master. Looking about, he sighs and frowns as he thinks about what has the Master gotten into work wise that gotten him so stressed out.

Being asked such a question, he looks over. “There is always something that needs work, however, just because that is true, does not mean you should do it all at one and as soon as possible. That isn’t very realistic of you, and last time you tried to do everything, you destroyed yourself leaving me to clean up after you.”

Slumping he sighs and shakes his head. “You do not need to pretend to be a miracle worker, it’s okay to rest and take care of yourself from time to time. Nothing wrong with that, it’s only normal to do so when you reach your limits, or just because it is needed.”

He was lost. 

Plain and simple, and hardly for the first time, Sora’s woke to an unfamiliar land. He felt warm sunshine upon his face, silky grass underneath his hands, and a soothing breeze tousling his hair like a gentle touch. He felt the familiar tug of sleep calling his name, and the urge to drift back off was immense. Just a few more moments, he told himself. It wouldn’t matter much; the final battle was over, everyone was safe, and he had worked so... very... hard... If nothing else, he deserved a chance to rest. 

Sora, you lazy bum. I knew I'd find you snoozing down here.

Sharply, his eyelids snapped open, breath filling his lungs. His body lurched upright as he choked and sputtered as dandelion seeds filled his mouth. He stuck his tongue out, blowing raspberries to try and clear the excess fluff. And when he was finally free from their insistent hold, he found himself stilling, taking a chance to examine the world around him.

It was beautiful. Soft light warmed the world, pastels painted across the sky like a sunrise. Before him stretched woodlands, quiet and cozy, cut by a well worn path. Behind him, he saw the edge of the cliff he sat upon, and past that was a town. Seas of purple roofs and pale gold streets, and closer to the horizon, a massive clock tower which spurred the barest sense of familiarity. But... how? For the life of him, Sora couldn’t remember ever coming to a world like that. And still, a name came to him, like a whisper in his ear...

There’s a scowl on his face, but an aloof one that holds an air of wistfulness. It’s been an issue since his recompletion - one of many, honestly. He isn’t sure what he wants to feel currently, but anything sounds just fine to him. He isn’t devoid of emotion, it’s just difficult to truly feel in touch with them. They feel dampened, repressed in a way, and he isn’t sure how to fix that. He isn’t about to explain all that to a stranger, however - certainly not one with such a familiar hood. He’s wary, mostly just testing the waters to see if they had ill intentions. He had no plans on getting wrapped up in the organizations schemes again .

Out of context things I’ve said while playing Skyrim  {Sentence Starters}

THIS IS HALLOWEEN!