#silverinthedark

Chaos. Raging like the fires which consumed urban streets that were cluttered with an array of concrete rubble. Such wreckage unfathomable, yet a testament to his destructive power. Like a specter of the night, he peered down of the ledge of the Skytree building he stood upon. Crimson eyes glowing furiously with a toxic concoction of emotions which swirled about within his mind like a chaotic windstorm.

50 years.

50 goddamn years he was put under cryostasis. And through it all, relived the scenes of her death. Tormented by the vision... that's an understatement. It was fucking hell. A nonstop reminder of his loss played on loop as if fate was taunting him with her warm smiles, and words of kindness that touched him. With a haggard sigh, his eyes slipped shut as his hand rose up to clutch his chest. The pain...it was too much to bare. With a frown, he moved away from where he stood, turning his back on the destruction he had created as he strolled on by, passing a bright blue mass that laid there, unconscious and cuffed to some pipes.

The creature only paused momentarily to study the strange, brightly colored look-alike. He felt a little bad, but the creatures which confronted him minutes before wouldn't heed his warning, nor leave him be like he wanted. And so, he told himself that it was their fault for not listening in the first place. He shouldn't feel bad at all. So, with a scoff, he carried on. He needed to get away anyway before G.U.N. sent more troops after him.

All he wanted to do right now, was think...grieve.

His quills then, spark, with golden electrical energy radiating off him before he sped off in a dash from the top of the tower to the bottom, then vanished into some dark alley....

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Quietly he sat, ears pulled back slightly as he gazed down at his own palms. Behind him stood a mural, covered with eerie graffiti that suited the dark, gloomy atmosphere which washed over the scene. The chill of the rain pouring down forced a shiver down his spine. Resting his back against the painted wall, a low hiss escaped his clenched teeth, lip curled to expose a hint of a fang as his sorrowful eyes were distant.

She stopped sweeping the minute she heard footsteps into the establishment, well before she saw anyone. The barkeep placed her hand on her hip as she took in the newcomer's appearance.

@silverinthedark

It was early morning when he returned from his outing. A breif flash of light and Shadow was standing there, in front of doorway. A tired look casting his features while eyes fell to the mat below. An ear twitched as he noted Riku's boots there.

Despite the months that had flown by since his recovery, he still didn't feel comfortable taking off his shoes. Therefore, upon activation, he began to hover through the apartment to avoid dirtying up the place. Doing so allowed him to spot the cake on the table, making him perk with interest as he drifted over, then settled feet upon the ground once he deactivated said shoes.

Upon reading the words, he felt the lightest pricks of tears build at the corner of his eyes. The scene reminded him of time when Maria had tried to celebrate his own 'birthday'.

Dropping to his knees, he sat there for a good minute, just admiring the cake until his gaze slowly slid downward to the gift. Blinking, he reached for the wrapped package, then opened it quietly. Taking his time, he eventually unwrapped it to reveal a steady glowing crystal. Blue in color, and medium weight, he gentle spun the object around in his grasp, inspecting it until he heard a faint flutter of paper falling to the floor.

A note.

Picking it up, he read softly.

"Hello. Birthdays are a human concept that I'm unfortunately still trying to wrap my head around. Do forgive me if I've botched this. However, after you told me about the birthdays uou've celebrated with Maria, I thought I'd offer something special to commemorate it. This is what we call an Azulki. Its a crystal from my own planet, used to store or balance out mass amounts of energy and information. We use it for various things, and I hope you'll find it useful to you in some way!"

After reading the note, the fainst smile would curl upon his lips before eyes focused on the crystal in his other hand.

Nonverbal RP Starters

I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few! 🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

"Ohhh it is on, Knuckles!" he calls back, grabbing a pillow of his own and swinging it at the other.

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        The brunette had been enjoying their time out together. The warm breeze flowing through their hair the salty taste of the sea. Being home on the islands was always such a wonderful feeling at yet he didn't expect something so sudden. A hand had grabbed his to get his attention which caused Sora to turn around to Riku.

' Marry me, Sora. Marry me and make me the luckiest man in the world. '

Blue eyes grow wide at the proposal. Was Riku serious? For a moment he searches his eyes - however - Riku was always serious about things like this. He wouldn't say it as a joke, but the look in his eyes tells him that me has made up his mind. He has clearly thought about this for a long time and it was him that he had chosen. Sora's face went from surprised to embarrassed, a blush covering his entire face from his ears and down to his neck.

He nervously looks away but looks back at Riku. Butterflies nervously fluttering in his stomach.

             ❝ Y - Yes ... ❞