[At least he is not blind right now, all things reduced to light and motion, so much that it's easier to pull his hat over his eyes and walk with wakfu-vision and his now-beloved cane - but as he is pulled back to normal sight for a few hours, things are always blurry. The cane he was using is now a walking stick as he trudges his way along this half-coded area, at the ready in case his eyes fail him again. The energy levels in the corner of his vision, of course, are bright and visible even when he's blinded.]
[He can barely see the figure, just that someone is there, but he gravitates towards it anyway. Together, people can often figure these sorts of levels out; sometimes, they've decided to ]
It was a surprise this one even worke-- [He stops. The smile falls from his face and is replaced by a flabbergasted look, all widened eyes and shaky hands around his cane. Of course he knows that face.]
[He knew this could happen, logically. Maybe his heart never stopped holding out hope, in some far reach of it, but he never allowed himself the luxury. All things are fleeting, all times are to end, even my own, he had told himself. It hadn't made it any easier for a few weeks to see England's toothbrush on the counter, or to roll over into the side of the bed he liked. All things are fleeting. Wakfu moves on, and so do we. Someday, too, I will leave.]
[Cerealia's given them all a strange 'second chance,' in a way. People with mundane lives are given a chance to experience strange things. People re-evaluate their worldviews, their priorities. Hell, Chibi was dead when he woke in this place. It makes sense; he just never expected it.]
[He considers a moment that it might be a trap, something constructed, but something in him trusts that visage too much - so he steps closer to throw his arms around England, burying his head in the crook of his neck ah, that scent and murmuring:] I've so much to tell you.
two, casually writes you a fucking novel
[At least he is not blind right now, all things reduced to light and motion, so much that it's easier to pull his hat over his eyes and walk with wakfu-vision and his now-beloved cane - but as he is pulled back to normal sight for a few hours, things are always blurry. The cane he was using is now a walking stick as he trudges his way along this half-coded area, at the ready in case his eyes fail him again. The energy levels in the corner of his vision, of course, are bright and visible even when he's blinded.]
[He can barely see the figure, just that someone is there, but he gravitates towards it anyway. Together, people can often figure these sorts of levels out; sometimes, they've decided to ]
It was a surprise this one even worke-- [He stops. The smile falls from his face and is replaced by a flabbergasted look, all widened eyes and shaky hands around his cane. Of course he knows that face.]
[He knew this could happen, logically. Maybe his heart never stopped holding out hope, in some far reach of it, but he never allowed himself the luxury. All things are fleeting, all times are to end, even my own, he had told himself. It hadn't made it any easier for a few weeks to see England's toothbrush on the counter, or to roll over into the side of the bed he liked. All things are fleeting. Wakfu moves on, and so do we. Someday, too, I will leave.]
[Cerealia's given them all a strange 'second chance,' in a way. People with mundane lives are given a chance to experience strange things. People re-evaluate their worldviews, their priorities. Hell, Chibi was dead when he woke in this place. It makes sense; he just never expected it.]
[He considers a moment that it might be a trap, something constructed, but something in him trusts that visage too much - so he steps closer to throw his arms around England, burying his head in the crook of his neck ah, that scent and murmuring:] I've so much to tell you.