#dyingresolve

[queenharumiura]

Fran whispers "the cake's an illusion" into Haru's ear, while she's (probably) half asleep! ( @dyingresolve )

Whisper something in my muse's ear and see how they react! ||Accepting|| @dyingresolve

"Wha--?" Haru groggily lifts her head. What was that? Something about the cake being an illusion?

...

"Did that damned brat pull another prank?" He gave her the gift of illusionary cakes for her birthday before, didn't he? Even half asleep she'll remember his transgressions! "I should smack him again."

Thanks for the reminder, and you delivered yourself right to her too, how thoughtful!

[withsorrowandregret-archive]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒 𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐇 .    and perhaps he would no longer have it any other way  ;    turbulent days are prove his family    &.    friends are safe  ,    that his heart doesn’t bleed with blue poppies anymore  .    tsunayoshi fears ,    though  ,    that an evil thing is only defeated by another evil thing  .    and  ,    in its connotation  :    is he fated to repeat the crimson history he so loathed afore the mantle would become his to shoulder  ?   visions of anguish plagued him from time to time   ,    ever since the future that would not be etiolated with the resolution of a heart not splintered  .    𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡  ,    spikes a wave of nausea so violent he might upturn the contents of his stomach  .    the inclination to share those nightly terrors was close to zero    ━━ more than enough grievance were out in the open  ,    wounds to be licked  .    he finds solace in smiles  ,    in the words of inspiritment  .    but tomorrow  ,    now in all its formal glory  ,    the vongola would be his to reign  .    tsunayoshi gazes up  ,    meets with silver hues he knows to be at his right  ,    forevermore  .    ❝    gokudera - kun  .  .  .    there is no turning back after tomorrow . we are really gonna do this , huh  ?   do you . . . 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 ? ❞ 

  [  ❀  ]     semi - plotted starter , @dyingresolve

[fightingthetides]

[ readjust ] sender comes up behind receiver and readjusts their stance (maybe holding a gun, holding a golf club, aiming for something, etc.) to help them ( dino for hibari kek )

[Original] ||Accepting|| @dyingresolve

Hibari was holding a gun, and was inspecting it. Taking mock aim at a target, he was musing in his head the merit in learning how to properly shoot one.

That's when Dino had come from behind to adjust his aim.

Today, this skylark has decided to learn how to shoot a gun: SO HE CAN SHOOT A BUCKING HORSE TO DEATH.

"So you've finally come with your neck washed to be bitten to death. No, shot to death?"

Forgive him, he's always been sensitive about being touched without being given a warning first.

He'll forgive you in death.

[fiyres]

❛❛        there is no other choice .       ❜❜ 

[  ☼  ]    one liner , @dyingresolve

[vanaglorie]

❰❰ PIN ❱❱ sender pins receiver during a fight/training ( dino :) )

It’s been far too long since Byakuran has been in actual combat, and it wouldn’t do at all to get rusty. Thankfully, the Cavallone headquarters happens to be equipped with a sparring and training room. It’s spacious and furnished with all kinds of equipment and dummy weapons. Byakuran raises his arms up high in a good, long stretch and lets out a sigh. His muscles are still a bit stiff from the morning chill; nothing a little bit of a warm up won’t fix.

He eyes Dino who’s already making his way to the other end of the sparring mat, with Romario who’s sitting off to the side as spectator and referee, of course. Wouldn’t want the poor boss to trip over his own feet! Dino was probably the only one in the entire place who could keep up too. Not that his subordinates weren’t well trained; they were good practice when Byakuran was still recovering. Besides, Byakuran can tell that he’s clearly looking forward to this little match.

“I hope you’re not thinking of going easy on me,” he calls out. Dino had already put aside his whip because it would be “unfair”, or whatever. Byakuran had rolled his eyes at the notion, but hadn’t wanted to argue about it. So, it was good old hand-to-hand for now. Dino had discarded his jacket and was clad in a simple t-shirt. Byakuran eyes the tattoos on the other’s arm with… interest.

As soon as they’re ready, Romario blows the whistle that signals the start of their match. In a blur of motion, Dino closes the distance between them to land a strike. It’s fast, but Byakuran sees it coming, and with a sharp swing, grabs his arm and redirect it away from him. They exchange blows this like for a while, neither really gaining the upper hand on each other.

It’s obvious that Byakuran is on the defensive this time round, not taking the aggressive approach like he has in his previous spars with Dino’s men. To Dino, it’s their first time fighting each other like this. As for Byakuran, well, it’s not so simple. The information from his past forays into different worlds and his encounters there flood his mind and his body reacts accordingly all from muscle memory. He’s been here before, but it was far more dangerous, more bloody and high stakes. It’s… quite annoying, really. Byakuran frowns ever so slightly, and he doesn’t even bother to retaliate the next attack that comes in.

He feels his feet leave the ground and his back hit the mat with a solid thump. The air is pushed out of his lungs and his eyes widen as he looks up to see Dino straddling him, pinning his arms down on either side to keep him in place. Everything seems to come to a stop as their eyes meet; there is only the sound of their breaths, loud, heavy and quick. The weight of Dino on top of him is, unexpectedly, far from suffocating and for some inexplicable reason, Byakuran doesn’t even try to throw him off.

What seems like an eternity passes before Romario blows the whistle again, and Byakuran snaps back to the present moment. Dino stands up and offers him a smile and a hand for him to pull himself up with, which he accepts.

“Oops. You got me.” Even as he says it, the words feel sour on his tongue, but he plasters on a sheepish grin anyway. “As expected of the Bronco. Poor old me never stood a chance~” It’s safe to say now that he’s anything but rusty. He remembers everything. As he looks at Dino, he feels his heart twist. He remembers everything. But he also remembers Dino’s weight on top of him from mere moments ago, warm and solid and very, very real. Maybe this time, just maybe, he could be okay.

[binaryxtars]

❛ you may be in grave danger. there is no time to explain.❜ ( dino for hibari )

𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. accepting

"me? grave danger?" hibari snorted, a smile forming on his lips as he raised his tonfas up, ready to move from this grave danger dino speaks of. "that sounds like it'd be fun, bring me to this grave danger you speak of," he demanded, a smirk forming on his lips.

he could tell very well from dino's face that he wasn't messing with him and this wasn't another training regime, but it wasn't enough to faze the likes of hibari. raising his tonfas up to dino's face, he threatened, "or, you will be in grave danger."

[parallelroutes-ooc]

[ i did some cryptic lines about relationships for plotted or frequent interactions for the slides, but i put them under the cut too. sorry if the tag is a bother 😭 ]

HARU @queenharumiura [3YL] I fit in Namimori the best when standing next to you.

KOKUSHIBŌ @tsukkiakarii [KNY] I'd miss being here if I left a lot more than I miss everyone from my former world now.

MUKURO @musessinabag [CURRENT] We'll see how long it takes to make it happen… but it will.

BOSS F!TSUNA @signorinavongola [TBA] As it turns out, respect is a two-way street. I'm flattered!

SHOICHI @dyingresolve [3YL] I can understand guilt as a whole, but I can't understand yours.

JUDITH @illholy [TBA] What makes you so tired? It's not just your life, is it?

MAMMON @vipermirage [CURRENT] Is money the only thing that makes you happy?

BLUEBELL @binaryxtars [CURRENT] I'm not a good choice for an older brother figure, but…

[parallelroutes-old]

Dream + Trinisette (because I'm so creative)

Sometimes, he has dreams where he sees the earth from outer space.

A deep blue, swirls of white, shapes of brown and green. The stars in the background twinkle so bright without an atmosphere to filter it. The view is breathtaking from this distance. It's always the first thing he notices while looking down on the only known planet with life in the universe.

On the flip side, if Byakuran stands on the earth and looks at where he is floating in space right now, there would be an atmosphere in front of the view. There would be a sky.

Where he is now is not in the sky. There is no atmosphere in space. There is nothing at all.

If he became a god, he wouldn't want to be here.

At the time, he thought he'd be a god of life on the planet, not an outward entity staring below… but without being here he wouldn't be able to see what he was doing. So what would the point be? What use is having the power to change something if he can't even see the result?

Trying to entertain himself with the power to fulfill every whim wouldn't be feasible if he didn't even have access to them. There are no whims to be had in space. The only thing he would have is the Trinisette. No cookies or ice cream, no Sho-chan or Uni-chan. There would be nothing but observing, moving and balancing.

And, when he's being honest with himself, it sounds terrible. What a waste of life. There are billions of things to do in the world, there's so much more to play with as a human like everyone else… why would he want to isolate himself and lose out on all of it?

Those dreams do help remind him he's not the same person he once was, but the feeling when he wakes up is too gloomy to think about it in depth. It's sad to think about how the Trinisette was the goal he burnt himself out on when it would never have had a good outcome in the first place.

Every time he has this dream, he goes to get a snack, sits back on the bed to eat it until he closes his eyes. Crushed hopes leave a terrible aftertaste, but sugar tastes wonderful before, during and after consumption.

[queenharumiura]

[ lean ] sender slowly leans into receiver's shoulder and rests there for a while ( fran ovo )

[Original] ||Accepting|| @dyingresolve

To shove him off or to not shove him off... that is the question.

She slowly turns her head to lightly knock into the frog hat.

"..."

She did like the frog hat. It's cute in it's own right.

Whatever, she'll be nice to him THIS TIME. She didn't know what prompted him to lean on her shoulder to rest, but guess she can be nice to their 'baby officer' and let it pass without comment.

[fiyres]

𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 ��𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐈𝐍 - 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆  ,    tsunayoshi has learned life’s lessons to be diverse  .    the many samples of combat in early adolescence had led him to believe it would be mostly about the cruelty of his profession  ,    the blood he was bound to spill  .    least to say he was surprised to find the world’s finest wines in the modesty of their living room  ,    one day  ;    lavish etiquettes in auric writing  ,    crystalline glasses so delicate they might snap under his inelegant touch  .    because  ,    reborn told him  ,    the art of winery was to be mastered by italian standards     ━━           and the gravity of the crime if he did not  .    alas  .    what reborn wanted  ,    𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐭  . 

 

so now  ,    in this splinter of time they carved for themselves     (        this quiet reprieve of a storm brewing along the hazard lineament of their reality        )    ,    tsunayoshi feels grateful  .    there is a bottle salvaged for precious moments  ,    an exquisite choice for their toast  .    a brunello di montalcino  ,    a tuscany favorite  ,     made of garnet   .    the aromas of red and black fruit with underlying vanilla and spice  ,    𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬     ━━         it smells of summertime commemoration  .        ❛❛        well  ,    yes  .    decimo is the mantle i wear  ,   with reluctance still  .    and i believe we are years beyond these courtesies  ,   are we not  ?       ❜❜        he smiles  ,    made of sassy edges  ,    if only momentary  ;    abandoning his undertaking to pick up his glass halfway  .         ❛❛        .  .  .    emotional  ?    i—    no no  ,    let us not dive into my well - established archive of  embarrassing deeds  .        ❜❜            

Hayato heaves a sigh before settling into a fond smile at the man’s reaction. He knows well how often he had asked him to call him by his name and while he admits to referring to the Tenth by his given name every now and then in his thoughts, the Storm still prefers the proper addressing after all. 

“Is it—does it really mean that much to you, Tenth?” A low chuckle escapes him at that; years after years of addressing has turned into a habit now. Hayato straightens himself once more, glancing around the familiar room.

Although neither of them is a lightweight, they probably shouldn’t get too carried away the night before the ceremony, but just a glass or two wouldn’t hurt, right? Besides, he is quite fond of the idea of celebrating with Tsuna alone. 

“I suppose we could have a toast in advance.” He starts as he moves to take two wine glasses off the cupboard; leaving the quest of finding the bottle to his friend. “But… you know, Tenth—“ Hayato starts as he walks towards the table, placing the glasses atop as he leans against the furniture. “I’ve asked you many times before to call me by my first name, too, yet…” A raise of a brow alongside a lopsided grin. “…you don’t seem to remember that either unless you’re very … emotional.”

[fightingthetides]

[ 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : sender has harmed someone who threatened the receiver. ( dino for hibari )

[Original] ||Accepting|| @dyingresolve

Hibari could have dealt with the situation on his own. He was preparing himself for a battle- hopefully one that wouldn't bore him, but some BUSYBODY had to get involved.

The perpetrator now laying on the ground, groaning in pain (but still very much alive), Hibari had lost his desire to fight the assailant. Who wished to battle with a lame animal that couldn't properly put up a fight?

However...

"Seeing as you've stolen my prey, that means you've volunteered yourself as the replacement, right?" Tonfas at the ready regardless of how he responds.

What a wonderful way to say thanks, isn't it?

[belacedia]

2.  STORM :  for both muses to find shelter from a severe storm. & yamamoto?

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃   |   list of scenarios. @dyingresolve   :     ❪  yamamoto takeshi  ❫

𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐃  a grim horizon in white hot bolts of fury,   cumulonimbus clouds bulging with suppressed rage until the sky was consumed fully,   spewing bullets of rainwater that pelted the earth,   the sky weeping and howling like the bereaved.     Strands of woven gold were dark and heavy from moisture,   clinging to pale features and dripping off his chin,   as the prince cut through the DELUGE that curtained Namimori in misery.     A grimace twisted patrician contour into a sign of displeasure with the dreary forecast,   pale lace - up combat boots squelching and changing catlike grace into a cacophony.     It was a whim that brought the Varia officer overseas,   away from  ( dare it be said )  home,   a wicked impulse that he now cursed the birth of,   longing for Italy’s warm Mediterranean sun,   a lazy afternoon in the west lounge,   forsaken for this awful downpour.

His mind abandoning design,   instincts sharper than every knife in his collection leading the prince through the squall towards a sanctuary,   where the storefront of Takesushi sagely sequestered away from the storm.     Slipping into the eatery without ceremony,   Belphegor pays heed to the FAMILIAR FACE in the front of the house,   a wide grin splitting his expression.     ❝     Ushishi,   surprised to see the prince ?   Don’t worry,   this is an impromptu visit.     ❞     He clarified,   before the swordsman thought otherwise of a Varia assassin appearing in his home.     ❝     I’m just going to stay here until the weather lightens up,   shishi.     It’s raining buckets out there !!     ❞     An infantile cackle rose up,   a dry commentary on the irony of the situation from any other person,   but with the slasher prince it was unclear where he found a joke to laugh at.

[vanaglorie]

"Hahaha, don't you just like me because I'm being nice to you?" It's mostly a joke, but there's some sort of truth beneath those words and warm smile. It may have been one of Dino's concerns regarding the other's visible show of attraction.

The two of them are in Dino's office, as is their daily routine at this point. While Byakuran doesn't have any responsibilities to carry out, his favourite activity of choice is to — obviously — bother Dino. Byakuran had been lounging on the plush sofa, usually reserved for welcoming and entertaining guests, when the question suddenly came up in the conversation, seemingly in response to something he had said about liking Dino because he'd said something that made him laugh.

It's not a habit of Byakuran's to hide his feelings. If something is funny, he laughs. If he's happy, he smiles. If something makes him angry or annoys him, he deals with it. Similarly, this attraction he has towards Dino is a reality he's come to terms with already, and Byakuran isn't embarrassed about showing it.

He wants to be around Dino, wants to hear his voice, see him smile, make him laugh, share in his burdens. And so far, Dino has had no objections about the time they spend together. They've gotten to know each other quite well over the course of his time here, so why not enjoy these precious moments, while he still can?

They've had their fair share of thought-provoking conversations, and even some absolutely ridiculous ones. For the first time though, something about Dino's question irks him.

Byakuran tilts his head to the side, eyes narrowing as an amused smile tugs on his lips. He senses that Dino's trying to make a joke out of it in an effort to play it off as an insignificant question, but he knows this isn't the kind of question you just ask for fun.

Byakuran stands up from his seat, and makes his way over to the desk that Dino is sitting behind. "Ah, so you think I like you just because you're nice? That I may be confusing indebtedness with adoration because you saved my life?" He stops and places both arms on the desk, before leaning over and closer to the man, this object of his affections. "You think I would be swept off my feet by such heroics?"

Before the other man can respond with some other ridiculous sentiment, Byakuran reaches over and hooks his index under Dino's chin, nudging gently to tilt his head upwards, urging him to meet his gaze.

"I like you because you are strong, because you are kind; you see the best in me even when I don't deserve it. You are a good leader who works too hard and selflessly. My wasted heart has chosen to inconvenience itself with the deliberate choice of caring for you.” His grip tightens ever so slightly. The look in his eyes is earnest and firm. "So, don’t think so lightly of me, and don’t think I like you only because you're "nice" to me.”

He lets go of Dino with a smile. While Byakuran has made a show of expressing his obvious interest in Dino, this is the first time he’s put those feelings into words. The question of whether Dino would ever return his feelings isn't one that Byakuran has, perhaps surprisingly to some, dwelled on for very long. Because it doesn't matter. There are probably a thousand reasons why reciprocating the feelings from someone like him is a bad idea, and he wouldn’t be able to blame Dino for any of them.

[binaryxtars]

❛ what!? w-who wants me dead? ❜ ( skull for lal xD )

𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. accepting

"if you don't shut up within the next 5 seconds, it'd be me, I would want you dead." lal replied, annoyed that skull was cutting her off as she attempted to summarise the information to him. "in fact, you're a lot less special than you think, they want all seven of us dead." she sighs, pinching her forehead.

"look, what we have here are very much some untrained novices seeking trouble, if you want to go for it, here is all the information you need, if not, we can let it be." she explained, before placing the thin stack of paper on the table.

[parallelroutes-ooc]

[ MUNDAY: wow i never talk about myself, this feels so weird. (fair warning that i do tend to downplay myself.) ]

@ubiquitarian

❤️ — what are some of your best qualities?

i have been told by… a lot of people… that i'm a good listener.

friendliness. i highly enjoy being around people, even though i know i'm not going to be close with the vast majority of them. i'm just a social person by nature.

wisdom. i don't sound like it because i never have the chance to be? i also deliberately type like i normally do to make people feel comfy around me, so that doesn't help either lol. still, i enjoy being The Grandpa when i end up in communities with much younger people for this reason.

creativity. to the point where i literally can't enjoy media without taking inspiration and going right to my own projects and ocs/stories. it's a hassle struggling to absorb canon when i constantly have to muffle what i want to do to make sure i can pay attention RIP.

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🧶 — any non-writing hobbies/interests?

lol there's a lot.

when it comes to free time… i primarily love mmorpgs, but i just don't stick to them with how much there is to do - never feels like i'm going to get anywhere and it's just overwhelming. i did do ffxiv, guild wars 2, blade and soul, aura kingdom/twin saga and had been pretty far in with all of them, but they just ultimately didn't scratch the itches i needed.

however atm, PSO2 NGS (phantasy star online 2, new genesis) is kind of my dream mmo? it's a new game, f2p is 100% viable, combat is really fun and feels really natural on ps4, i have a cute and outrageously beefy/OP level 19 character and solo everything, nothing is super hard to understand, perfect game for casuals like me who just play 1-2 hours in the morning and slowly chip away at the story/game. it's just basically everything i want in an mmorpg so i'm always just happy playing it.

shout-out to pokemon sword, rune factory 4, digimon story cybersleuth. old fav games are okami, pokemon emerald/oras and ultra moon, star ocean 3, .hack//GU, dark cloud 1+2. there's some i forgot by now but still.

then there's also making ocs and art. i am so so bad at fanart (hence why i stopped) but i did really well with drawing ocs back when i was still comfortable drawing. (designing weird monsters was a huge fav and i'd probably still be able to do it but don't have the desire/opportunity anymore so! and anthros/furries were super fun to draw! help! i drew too much!)

i'm also neglecting learning music production and japanese but they have been on my peripheral for 10+ years so someday i will actually do them. (neither will be very difficult for experience reasons but what is self-starting lol.)

i've never been too big on reading anime and manga so i tended to float toward jp games instead. but… i still have a hard time getting into something new so. lol.

fashion too. love making outfits. i used to be big into lolita fashion, visual kei, pastel goth. i still have so much punk stuff too lmao. pinterest is a hellhole to try and stop browsing if you like fashion/clothes in general.

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😗 — what are some of your favorite things to do when you have some time to yourself?

generally, all the hobbies require effort that i don't necessarily have the energy or attention span to give, so it usually just ends up with talking to people, scrolling tumblr or twitter or reddit etc, listening to j-music.

this one doesn't have much to say, lol.

@queenharumiura

[ for 😗, see above! ]

🗒 — what is/are your favorite genre(s)/theme(s) to write?

fluff, hurt/comfort, weird plots that go really wild and meta, very short-term depressing/tragic thoughts, ships. i do like writing nsfw too, but definitely not here.

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🤔 — what genre(s)/theme(s) do you struggle to write the most?

honestly? everything longterm. i tend to forget where plots are going, which is why i'm not great with RP plots or keeping track of hc characterization. i just don't have enough attention span to take notes or reread every rp ever BUT-- when i have an active/dedicated partner, i can keep rolling with something for a long AF time. (thank you in specific, neochan!)

serious answer is long sad/angsty plots. i just don't do that well with them unless i get in the mood, but i don't really want to be sad, so it's just not usually my thing if it's not just a thread or two.

there is also that long posts are pretty taxing too, but there's not much i can do about that because lol i just innately write with the intention of going back and rewriting. rip!

[parallelroutes-old]

Dream + kitchen/food

Byakuran has laid out a feast upon a long, long table, much like the Last Supper of Christian faith, but there are no apostles surrounding it. Instead, it's the people from Millefiore as it was before, all smiling, laughing and having fun.

And it's not just Uni, Shoichi and Spanner. Genkishi and Gamma are in a one-sided heated discussion that he can't hear, Kikyo is watching them with snacks in his hand. Bluebell is running off with Nosaru, Daisy has one of the two Ginger Breads' hats, Zakuro is filling a bowl with soup, Torikabuto is organizing the dishes.

Iris's hair is easy to spot by the drinks, the other Ginger Bread is taking off his hat willingly, Baishana's turban is tall enough to see past Tazaru... all the rest of former-Millefiore stands in the large room. Chatting or shouting, munching snacks and sipping drinks.

With this many people, it counts as a full-fledged party, doesn't it?

Eventually, he wakes up naturally for once, only to find the nostalgia was just a dream. He will never see a lot of them again. The people there he does have now will never be happy in the same way they were in that dream.

But... seeing all of them like that, even if it's just in his imagination, feels nice in a way he wouldn't know how to describe if he ever shares it with anyone else.

... He rolls over and closes his eyes again. Maybe if he's lucky, it'll pick back up where it left off.