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towerofanimus2013-09-07 07:19 pm
savedbyasong) wrote in towerofanimus2013-09-07 07:19 pm
Entry tags:
Another year older
Characters: Shion, Xion, Reno and anyone who stumbles on them once the fun begins
Setting: Many places
Format: Both
Summary: Shion's 18th Birthday
Warnings: drunk turks
Truth be told Shion hadn't even noted the date, as usual lately he had woke up and after eating quickly had made his way to where his group had moved, to continue his research on the blue collar liquid.
He had had no breakthroughs yet but he had not given up hope, and so he was stood by a beaker, watching it intently and ever so often breaking away to scribble notes on the papers he carried with him everywhere.
Even if he had known the date, he would have done the same. His birthday was only important because it was the day he had met Rat, the day everything had began, the day a younger, brown haired Shion had opened the window and screamed his frustration to the sky. And a stranger with beautiful eyes (the colour of which had been taken from him) had taught him that everything he knew was wrong.
That was the only reason today meant anything.
Setting: Many places
Format: Both
Summary: Shion's 18th Birthday
Warnings: drunk turks
Truth be told Shion hadn't even noted the date, as usual lately he had woke up and after eating quickly had made his way to where his group had moved, to continue his research on the blue collar liquid.
He had had no breakthroughs yet but he had not given up hope, and so he was stood by a beaker, watching it intently and ever so often breaking away to scribble notes on the papers he carried with him everywhere.
Even if he had known the date, he would have done the same. His birthday was only important because it was the day he had met Rat, the day everything had began, the day a younger, brown haired Shion had opened the window and screamed his frustration to the sky. And a stranger with beautiful eyes (the colour of which had been taken from him) had taught him that everything he knew was wrong.
That was the only reason today meant anything.