#spirasrayoflight

//whispers but if people have said that to you then you’ve probably said something racially problematic sooooo…maybe you should examine your own behavior and try to determine what may have prompted it? this from another white girl btw

Bare: Ever been in love?

          [The question hits a little too close to home for Sam, and he has to swallow the onslaught of emotions that attack him.            I don’t want to talk about it.          It’d be easier, wouldn’t it? To shove down the losses he’s endured, the lovers who’ve taken part of him with them. Spencer, Jess, and to some extent, even Ruby.            Has he ever been in love? Fuck. But does he regret it?            …Should he?]

                    Yeah.

          [His voice cracks, and he clears his throat.]

His death had felt like an ongoing flight into a burst of brightness even though the past few years he had done the world wrong. The stairs were cold, and his blood had been slowly leaving his body until he had begun to feel a short puff of air enter his lungs and his body was reluctantly reanimated. Nothing but confusion entered his mind as to how he had been brought back to the living; and where was his damn notebook? 

The sun was shining, and he had guessed the morning was just to begin by the sun just above the horizon. Taking his gaze to a shining surface within the industrial structures surface, he noticed his eyes had been glowing a more prominent hue of red than he has ever seen before. By no means was he a zombie, he still had a rapid pulse and his skin had been beginning to warm up from the instance he had awoken. Light never believed in white magic, or magic at all - but after this incident he really had to talk some time and mull things over. 

Tokyo. Still as large as he remembered, full of both professional and unique beings that walked the streets. Kira had gotten a few bad glances in his way, striking a bit of a panic if his identity had been revealed to the world or if they were just gawking at the ridiculous amount of blood soaked into his prim clothes. Lucky for him, many harajuku events had been happening downtown, Light would be more able to hide within the many freaks that decided to parade in groups. 

Squinting past the crowds he had noticed a girl whom had been wearing a more modern version of a kimono with a magical staff in hand. She looked confused like a missing part to a thousand piece puzzle. Anyone new to this area would quickly feel small, the population had been growing and the last time he had checked it wasn't going to start slowing down any time soon.