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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.]
perfection~
She stares down at him for a second, since he's just staring up at her, but then she climbs her way down.
Wow, he's tall. fajkslda
But she looks up at him with full confidence anyway, like all is - or should be - well. Clearly, this "little thing" has seen more intimidating things than a newcomer to the Plane, even if he does seem a little... intense? Oh well!]
Is... everything okay?
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(okay, he is, but that isn't the point, here.)
you are very tiny, bright pink thing.
he braces his hands on his hips, regarding her with slightly-raised eyebrows. she asks him a question, and he's surprised that she doesn't automatically put herself on guard, just for the fact that most everyone seems to do so around him.
defense mechanism, maybe?] I'm in a place I've never been to before. I don't know anything about it, don't know anyone here. So .. no, not really.
[waaaaay to go, dipshit.]
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Derek. She's just pink. Deep breaths it'll be okay.]Oh! So you're new here? I wasn't sure. [She nods once, firmly, that that solves everything about how she should be approaching this. She even smiles up at him a little.]
This is the Astral Plane. It's nowhere in your own world - it exists on its own. It's like a place where all of the worlds meet up.