01-03-2021, 11:36 AM
How many days did he spend making these things? The hybrid was not sure as time seemed to pass him by here. He knew though that he washappy, that he was slowly forgetting about his troubles. At least when it wasn't night time. Right now he was working diligently on something that was between his paws, water wrapped to form a hollowed out ice dome over a solid granite base. In the middle was a royal topaz, brightly lit up. It was like an obelisk that stretched up around tiny trees, sand coating the base for them with what appeared to be a smaller ocean. A little beach. This one was for Quasar. Lightening was something he had connected with the sparkledog and thus he had used the bright yellow stone in accordance with him. A part of him hoped he liked the little terrarium. As for Medusa's he had worked slowly with her's. The same dome of solid and thick ice covered the granite bottom but her stone was split in half. One was soft blue while the other was a hazy green. It calmed him, just being around her. He felt secured but the small trees and the sand and water remained for the small beach.
They both had openings in the top, small holes so that they could be watered when needed. Taking a deep breath in he took the gifts and began to search the area for the two whom he had found at least some peace with. The young adult paused after a moment before he decided to call out. [b]"Medusa? Quasar? I have something from you guys."[b]
[member=16168]Medusa[/member]
[member=16276]quasar[/member]
[table][tr][td][/td][td]They both had openings in the top, small holes so that they could be watered when needed. Taking a deep breath in he took the gifts and began to search the area for the two whom he had found at least some peace with. The young adult paused after a moment before he decided to call out. [b]"Medusa? Quasar? I have something from you guys."[b]
[member=16168]Medusa[/member]
[member=16276]quasar[/member]
How, how much to light up my star again and rewire all my thoughts? Oh baby, won't you remind me what I am? And break, break my little cold heart. I'm living someone else's life. Suppressing who I was inside. I don't know if I can be alone again. I don't know if I can sleep alone again.
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