#thread:starlight

@eternclbride

‘Breaking News, there appears to be a huge fire at the research facility of the ever enigmatic SCP Foundation. Press has been unable to enter the walls since the Foundation’s official founding over one hundred years ago. All we have been told is that something dangerous is contained within each of the Foundation’s individual sites. The Foundation claims they have everything under control and that they have recovered everything that they could, what hasn’t been recovered is most likely destroyed. Nevertheless they encourage the public to keep an eye out for anything unusual or strange in the coming months.’

He snapped awake as the words of the broadcast from so long ago faded from his mind. The memory was vague, faint, monochrome in a sense. The warm breeze of spring seemed to be carrying him away into a world of dreams. He scanned the ground around him, bright green with fresh grass, searching and seeking for the pen that had rolled out of his hand as he slept. It didn’t take long for him to find it and pick it up once again. It fit perfectly in his palm and soothed him as soon as he had retrieved it. The leather bound book in his lap was the next thing his gaze went to, a sigh of relief as he saw that he had not accidentally written in it as he let his consciousness slip from him.

It was in this moment that he realized the azure sky had vanished from his view, the sun had sunken away and hidden itself far beyond the horizon, disappearing for a decent amount of time. The color that he ended up getting was a deep black color, his milky blue eyes stared up to the sky, piecing together far away constellations and soft glowing eyes that peaked from the cosmos down to their pitiful planet. He could recall a few of his comrades who were contained alongside him often reminiscing about the cosmos so far away. They were guardians almost and they were farther along than they were here on this pitiful planet.

It stung as he pulled himself up to his feet, the burns had since healed from early February to now, mid-May, but there were a few that still left their mark on him, still kept their hold upon his flesh and weren’t completely healed just yet. As he rose and stretched to regain the feeling he had lost during his slumber, his milky blue eyes had stumbled upon a figure in the distance. Shock filled those azure irises of his, widening a bit beneath the mask. Who was standing there and for what reason? He wasn’t quite sure. When he addressed them, his voice came out quiet and confused.

“What can I help you with?”

@st-riley-the-brave

It was quiet, silent even, the crickets refused to chirp and the bugs hardly fluttered. The silence was almost eerie, a lonesome feeling that couldn’t quite be comprehended by the beast. The only other person who wandered the house at the time was Silky. Chise had gone to bed long ago, Ruth by her side as she did so, but Elias found that he wasn’t tired at all. In fact he was quite the opposite of tired. He was wide awake and distracted with other things. Sitting in the living room with a book in his hand, he was satiating his curiosity. The book was one about psychology and the impact of emotions, what they were, and how they effected the behavior of humans especially in society. Pulling facts from sociology as well.

He was no more than a child in an adult’s body after all, he was just as curious as a kid no older than six or seven. He wanted to learn and understand but all the same having only one teacher who was especially young, only made it harder to understand at times. Was he feeling anxiety or worry? Was he feeling depressed or just sad? Was he feeling joy or excitement? Emotions are so close to each other that they are hard to identify and understand, and then hard to let them effect his actions in an irrational way. Elias found he had to work harder and harder to get things to work the way he wants them too. So what did he do? He studied hard and tried his best to make things work out. He wanted to understand and to play his actions and interactions accordingly.

The silence of his home was perfect to do that. With nobody speaking to him, nobody doing anything, and the night still and calm it was relatively easy to study. He was lonely, of course, that much he could understand as Chise wasn’t by his side walking him through his studies, but he would have to make due until he felt himself growing weary from exhaustion and thus decided to join her in bed. That was his favourite part of the day, the time where he could lay down beside his wife and fall asleep, feeling her presence beside him even if he couldn’t hold her really because of the way he has to be positioned in order to sleep.

The knock at the door brought his attention back to reality. His gaze rose and he heard Silky open the door before she quickly went to retrieve the master of the house. “A guest? How peculiar…” He mused beneath his breath quietly.