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realityshifted2013-05-21 08:57 pm
conspicuous) wrote in realityshifted2013-05-21 08:57 pm
☾ one ☽
[bewilderment doesn't even begin to cover what he feels once he steps foot on the plane. despite not knowing where he is, why he is where he is – a scowl is sliding over the line of his mouth as it most often does, dark brows furrowing above hazel eyes, and he's stepping forward. there's hesitance, a voice in the back of his mind telling him that he needs to find some answers before he goes traipsing around an unknown area.
but those eyes seem to see everything. he's taking it all in, from the stars in the floor that give the surrounding area a luminescent aura to the information kiosks – which he blatantly ignores in favor of wandering further. the mansion is what ends up catching his attention enough to halt his steps, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans as he stares up at it, and there is a moment in which it reminds him too much of his family home, wrapped and in a constant state of disrepair because the years haven't been kind, and he hasn't been able to keep it up despite the time he's spent in beacon hills since his return.
of course, the automatic connection he makes with the two only makes sense in that they both harbor a feeling of emptiness. and that is something that he would care more to leave behind than anything as he continues, a low noise rumbling in the back of his throat.
once he reaches the edge of the forest, the tightness in his chest dissipates the slightest bit. this .. this feels more like home. or like something familiar – and given how strange everything else feels here, derek thinks that this might be the only thing he can connect to that might give him some semblance of belonging.
not that he will ever admit as much out loud. no one needs to be aware of the constant feeling of disconnection with the rest of the world.
he steps past the first line of trees, inhaling deeply – and finding that it doesn't smell like anything he's ever encountered before. the trees might look real, the sky above him clear as a bell, but there is something off about this place, and he has every intention of finding out just what it is.
he takes yet another breath, lets it out slowly, and continues walking.]
but those eyes seem to see everything. he's taking it all in, from the stars in the floor that give the surrounding area a luminescent aura to the information kiosks – which he blatantly ignores in favor of wandering further. the mansion is what ends up catching his attention enough to halt his steps, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans as he stares up at it, and there is a moment in which it reminds him too much of his family home, wrapped and in a constant state of disrepair because the years haven't been kind, and he hasn't been able to keep it up despite the time he's spent in beacon hills since his return.
of course, the automatic connection he makes with the two only makes sense in that they both harbor a feeling of emptiness. and that is something that he would care more to leave behind than anything as he continues, a low noise rumbling in the back of his throat.
once he reaches the edge of the forest, the tightness in his chest dissipates the slightest bit. this .. this feels more like home. or like something familiar – and given how strange everything else feels here, derek thinks that this might be the only thing he can connect to that might give him some semblance of belonging.
not that he will ever admit as much out loud. no one needs to be aware of the constant feeling of disconnection with the rest of the world.
he steps past the first line of trees, inhaling deeply – and finding that it doesn't smell like anything he's ever encountered before. the trees might look real, the sky above him clear as a bell, but there is something off about this place, and he has every intention of finding out just what it is.
he takes yet another breath, lets it out slowly, and continues walking.]
YEP.
he was here first.] Sure you weren't staring at me?
[hmmmmmmm?]
/FACE IN HANDS
Uhhh, yeah. I was watching the trees. Definitely more to look at.
[Bring it, boy.]
i'm not even sorry for this. also this icon is perfect for his current expression.
excuse you he is the epitome of physical perfection how dare you think the trees have more to look at!his eyes narrow, and he huffs out a short breath.] Fine. Tell me where I am, then.
[as always, so motherfucking polite.]
oh derek. I am so sorry.
[r u d e, South.]
hateshipping these two lmfao asdlkh
because he doesn't
ask nicely
oops.
his eyes narrow. it's on] I'd think about asking more nicely if I thought you deserved it.
lmfao it's pretty easy to do already isn't it /cough
She waves a hand dismissively.]
Stay lost, then. I sure as hell don't care. You interrupted my run, anyway.