Post by Roy Blue on Jun 8, 2016 19:02:34 GMT -5
The endless deserts, forever replenishing the white sands, forever making Roy take off his shoes. The sand is literally everywhere, including his hair - who would even want to spend more than an hour in a place like this? The skies littered with the odd cloud, partly covering the white moon that looked like it was watching him, the odd tree growing from the sands creating shadows in the night light. Hueco Mundo was so... ugh, the only thing you'll find is some blown up castle and the odd hollow running from you - being at the top of the food chain was extremely boring in a place like this. A few hours of bathing in the moonlight wouldn't do him harm, he had only just returned from Earth, he hadn't had a chance to relax in a long time what with all those ... spiritual humans running around fighting each other. This place wasn't any better though, with the recent explosion in the castle, somewhere Roy didn't frequently visit.
His arms spread out as he let his body fall into the sands below, sprawling out and doing an angel in the sand. The moonlight reflecting on the skin showing on his upper chest and his face, his hands picking up and dropping the sand to his left and his right. Sand blew over his face every now and then, going up his nose and in his ears, to which he would jerk his head until he felt clean again. Who the fuck enjoys beaches... This is ridiculous. He lay there for a few more hours, humming away old Gaelic tunes, singing along when he knew the words to the song playing in his head. The songs acted like a lullaby, as somehow he managed to fall asleep, what else was he to do without any duties.
He woke in a panic, falling through the endless nothing in his mind as he "slept", images of a young man flashing up every now and then, images of a hollow devouring him following. These images repeating themselves, the boys face repeatedly flashing up on the forefront of the dream before falling into the darkness along with Roy. He didn't remember much from when he died all those years ago, but this image of a boy, looking a similar age, always returning to his resting dreams. The hollow in the dreams felt familiar, almost like he was that hollow, but that he couldn't be too sure of, as soon as he ripped off his mask, he forget about what the hideous creature he was looked like.
"I need someone... I am... Blue." he muttered to himself quietly before patting all the sand that had buried him off, raising from the ground and continuing to fix his appearance. A quick check to make sure his bat was connected to his belt before he began creating a garganta in front of him, ready to depart to the "world of the living". The hole in space crackling about in front of him, the same abyss from his dreams swirling around inside.
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His arms spread out as he let his body fall into the sands below, sprawling out and doing an angel in the sand. The moonlight reflecting on the skin showing on his upper chest and his face, his hands picking up and dropping the sand to his left and his right. Sand blew over his face every now and then, going up his nose and in his ears, to which he would jerk his head until he felt clean again. Who the fuck enjoys beaches... This is ridiculous. He lay there for a few more hours, humming away old Gaelic tunes, singing along when he knew the words to the song playing in his head. The songs acted like a lullaby, as somehow he managed to fall asleep, what else was he to do without any duties.
He woke in a panic, falling through the endless nothing in his mind as he "slept", images of a young man flashing up every now and then, images of a hollow devouring him following. These images repeating themselves, the boys face repeatedly flashing up on the forefront of the dream before falling into the darkness along with Roy. He didn't remember much from when he died all those years ago, but this image of a boy, looking a similar age, always returning to his resting dreams. The hollow in the dreams felt familiar, almost like he was that hollow, but that he couldn't be too sure of, as soon as he ripped off his mask, he forget about what the hideous creature he was looked like.
"I need someone... I am... Blue." he muttered to himself quietly before patting all the sand that had buried him off, raising from the ground and continuing to fix his appearance. A quick check to make sure his bat was connected to his belt before he began creating a garganta in front of him, ready to depart to the "world of the living". The hole in space crackling about in front of him, the same abyss from his dreams swirling around inside.
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