The thin skeleton watched as locals wondered past in astounding festival garb. He, personally, didn’t care for crowds or the general loudness that come from any sort of celebration. However, he did like to see the children laugh and play with their colorful streamers and mini tambourines. It was a sight he never experienced in his timeline, which was filled with hate, fear, and greed.Â
This timeline he was currently in, the one he felt safe enough to settle in, was beautiful. Not everything was gumdrops and roses, but it wasn’t a constant war zone either. It almost brought a smile to his features. Almost. In truth, he still couldn’t relax thanks to all the nightmares and trauma his creator caused him.Â
He tucked his legs under him, sitting crossed with hands lazying out to nearby both hip bones. His eyelights veer upward to the star filled sky as mind wondered, wondered far towards the soul individual that brought him this freedom. Was she doing alright? Was that prick, Vesper, leaving her alone? He wanted to check on her, but every time he tried to she persisted that all was fine in her world! With...alcohol bottle in hand.Â
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