when: 12:52am, feb 3rd where: the hallway, oculus manor
⸻ ⸻ open starter for both oculus and enigma
Homura’s not sure if he slept or not. He’d retired early, earlier than most, and one of his siblings had had to do the talking for him in asking Mr. Moe where he could stay for the night. The bed was too soft, the house was too quiet, and he thinks he’d lain in that strange, half-awake state for some time, his thoughts drifting on the verge of dreams, exhausted but unable to fully sleep.
Zephyr’s calls hadn’t immediately roused him; they’d blended right in with the conversations playing in his headphones. Someone else had come into his room to get his attention, worry clear on their face. He’d donned his mask, and left his headphones behind.
And now, as he stands among the group observing the black hole in the hallway, Homura can’t help but smile. Memories flash behind his briefly closed eyelids.
Harold showing him his power, gentle explanations, the void openings never bigger than a coin.
Tearing open his own void, a massive wall of black to protect his siblings. Vertigo spinning in his head as he tumbles toward it.
This black hole. This hallway. This late night, just past midnight, moonlight filtering in through the windows. These blurred faces, worried and shocked and confused. This ravenous void, ever-growing.
“I’ve seen this before,” he says dreamily, reaching out, hand hovering just close enough to feel the faintest pull of the black hole.













