lamb_of_gold: (meditating)
lamb_of_gold ([personal profile] lamb_of_gold) wrote in [community profile] realityshifted2010-01-12 03:05 pm

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[Mu is wearing his cloth as he wanders through the fields of tiny stars. He seems fascinated by how their light reflects against Aries, not to mention terribly amused at their very presence if the small smile on his face is any indication. He eventually kneels to pick one up and studies it from all angles. It has been a very long time since he'd ever made a wish - they never came true for him anyways. But holding this little star, he feels it's the right thing to do here. It's a wish he doesn't think will ever come true, but he can't help but make it.

Mu closes his eyes for a few heartbeats worth of time before the star explodes into the golden dust, which he watches fall, passively, into the plane and disappearing.]


How strange. Lovely, but strange.

[It has been a long time since this place has seemed so...peaceful to him, and Mu soon finds himself continuing to wander about, lost in thought]

[identity profile] fruitbrandy.livejournal.com 2010-01-19 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)
I'll have to choose my wish wisely, then.

[identity profile] fruitbrandy.livejournal.com 2010-01-21 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, but they always say to be careful what you wish for. I might accidentally wish all my family away.

[identity profile] fruitbrandy.livejournal.com 2010-01-21 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
I hope not.

[he picks up one of the stars, admiring it for a bit]

[identity profile] fruitbrandy.livejournal.com 2010-01-24 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Sebastian looks at it for a moment, then closes his eyes and blows on the star. As he does, it turns into gold dust. He opens his eyes with a smile]

There! That's done, then. Only I won't be able to pick them up anymore. I wonder if Aloysius can make his own wish.

[identity profile] fruitbrandy.livejournal.com 2010-01-25 02:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sebastian sets Aloysius down by one of the stars, and the bear tiiiips over as gravity is prone to make things do, brushing against the star]

I suppose he does get his own! Mustn't rush him, though. He needs the chance to decide.

[he picks his bear up]