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Post by Dion on Mar 30, 2022 22:50:10 GMT -5
As recently polished black dress shoes clacked against the cracked (and suspiciously sticky) concrete ground below, eyes shining from the sheer scale of luminescent glow before him, a young man began to reflect in thought.
Specifically on just how lucky he happened to be right at this very moment.
Dion, at least in the past year or so, give or take a month or two- much of the time had been spent in a mental haze of sorts, so his grasp on the concept of time remained fickle at best- had been on quite the dry spell of luck. Being kidnapped, tortured and held for months on end, only to be released back into the world with the knowledge of nearly everything he knew, loved, and worked for being ripped away from him in his helpless absence was more bad luck than most individuals would ever get in their entire lifetime; possibly even two.
But, just as suddenly as the downturn came, the rise back to the top had begun at a rapid pace as well. The unanticipated reappearance of his now known little sister Zhalla, in tandem with the introduction of his unofficial mentor Nero and the reassured reintroduced presence of his little brother Carro being three of the main catalysts toward his healing process after such catastrophic events took their well received toll on the young man. Despite this, however, and the kindhearted efforts of those he came to still be able to care about after all this time, there remained one thing that had weighed on the young man in the back of his mind for quite some time after the fact.
That, of course, happened to be the passing of his dearest youthful familiar, Amara Bloodthorne. One of the sole two people that Dion could say was there since the very beginning, even before Carro's own entry in his life. The two had spent a great deal of time together in their youth, with even her father Garrick (Whom he also had come to encounter, shockingly enough, after believing he to be long since dead. Supposed he had taken care of getting his approval first and foremost at the very least) coming to harbor enough love for the young man to even save he and Carro's lives from a promised death from poverty on Plant.
So, to hear that she had died, after all the three had been through? And after all he had promised to do and had done to try and protect her, despite her obvious protestations?
It had nearly broken him all over again. Dion felt as though he owed she and Garrick all that he had, and even in the end what he had to give in return had been worthless. It was a hard pill to swallow, and one that he was only barely able to start digesting when finally returning to Earth.
Thankfully, fate seemed to finally throw him a bone, and upon his arrival, Dion was blessed with the sight of his childhood squeeze very much alive and well. Initially, he had been skeptical- she had come back with quite the makeover after all, both inside and out. But, after a long awaited catching up conversation by, ironically, the place of her recently made grave, Dion was able to ensure that it was indeed the Amara that he was talking to.
To say it was a pleasant surprise would be the understatement of the century. Amidst the personality change, aforementioned wardrobe swap, and the fact that she was actually ALIVE, Dion was practically falling in love with her all over again- although he wouldn't, admit such things aloud. Not yet, anyways.
Either way, it was cause for a reacquaintance at greater length in his opinion, and considering it was her birthday soon (which also just happened to be a few days prior of his own, a fact that he hoped she remembered as well secretly), Dion thought it best to kill two birds with one stone. Suggesting that the two of them go out and do something for at least a little while, to both celebrate and continue catching up.
He was sure if Zhalla ever came to know about this he'd be in for the teasing of a lifetime, considering how much like a date this was seemingly being made out to be- in his mind, at least.
Nonetheless, date or no date, Dion did hope this would be a good opportunity for the two to have some needed one on one time. Yes, he did manage to get a great deal from their first initial interaction after so long, but having her freshly made grave as a backdrop didn't necessarily set the right mood. Reminiscing and reliving better days amidst the vibrant, happy atmosphere of Sparking World seemed a much better background for them to catch up and "party" in.
And so, this was where the young man stood, waiting just by the main gate to the park and staring into the brightly lit amusement menagerie from the entrance with a contemplative expression upon his face. Not wanting to be too formal, but also wanting to not look like a slob, Dion decided on his usual outfit, barring his customary black blazer. Leaving him in his form-fitting, sleeves rolled up gray turtleneck and his slightly splintered black rimmed specs, with a pair of similarly colored slacks and dress shoes.
Whilst he did look and carry himself the opposite to what he was feeling, it didn't make him any less nervous. With Dion stealing a glance at his nonexistent watch every few minutes that passed. He was early, fifteen minutes in fact- wanting to be punctual but not overly so.
While Amara might find it cute and quaint, the time he was left to spend waiting definitely did nothing to soothe Dion's insecurity, with him hoping she wouldn't keep him waiting too long. But, then again, he was used to it by now. Plus, he had been waiting so long to see her again in the first place anyways.
Dion wouldn't mind waiting just a few minutes longer for her.
Specifically on just how lucky he happened to be right at this very moment.
Dion, at least in the past year or so, give or take a month or two- much of the time had been spent in a mental haze of sorts, so his grasp on the concept of time remained fickle at best- had been on quite the dry spell of luck. Being kidnapped, tortured and held for months on end, only to be released back into the world with the knowledge of nearly everything he knew, loved, and worked for being ripped away from him in his helpless absence was more bad luck than most individuals would ever get in their entire lifetime; possibly even two.
But, just as suddenly as the downturn came, the rise back to the top had begun at a rapid pace as well. The unanticipated reappearance of his now known little sister Zhalla, in tandem with the introduction of his unofficial mentor Nero and the reassured reintroduced presence of his little brother Carro being three of the main catalysts toward his healing process after such catastrophic events took their well received toll on the young man. Despite this, however, and the kindhearted efforts of those he came to still be able to care about after all this time, there remained one thing that had weighed on the young man in the back of his mind for quite some time after the fact.
That, of course, happened to be the passing of his dearest youthful familiar, Amara Bloodthorne. One of the sole two people that Dion could say was there since the very beginning, even before Carro's own entry in his life. The two had spent a great deal of time together in their youth, with even her father Garrick (Whom he also had come to encounter, shockingly enough, after believing he to be long since dead. Supposed he had taken care of getting his approval first and foremost at the very least) coming to harbor enough love for the young man to even save he and Carro's lives from a promised death from poverty on Plant.
So, to hear that she had died, after all the three had been through? And after all he had promised to do and had done to try and protect her, despite her obvious protestations?
It had nearly broken him all over again. Dion felt as though he owed she and Garrick all that he had, and even in the end what he had to give in return had been worthless. It was a hard pill to swallow, and one that he was only barely able to start digesting when finally returning to Earth.
Thankfully, fate seemed to finally throw him a bone, and upon his arrival, Dion was blessed with the sight of his childhood squeeze very much alive and well. Initially, he had been skeptical- she had come back with quite the makeover after all, both inside and out. But, after a long awaited catching up conversation by, ironically, the place of her recently made grave, Dion was able to ensure that it was indeed the Amara that he was talking to.
To say it was a pleasant surprise would be the understatement of the century. Amidst the personality change, aforementioned wardrobe swap, and the fact that she was actually ALIVE, Dion was practically falling in love with her all over again- although he wouldn't, admit such things aloud. Not yet, anyways.
Either way, it was cause for a reacquaintance at greater length in his opinion, and considering it was her birthday soon (which also just happened to be a few days prior of his own, a fact that he hoped she remembered as well secretly), Dion thought it best to kill two birds with one stone. Suggesting that the two of them go out and do something for at least a little while, to both celebrate and continue catching up.
He was sure if Zhalla ever came to know about this he'd be in for the teasing of a lifetime, considering how much like a date this was seemingly being made out to be- in his mind, at least.
Nonetheless, date or no date, Dion did hope this would be a good opportunity for the two to have some needed one on one time. Yes, he did manage to get a great deal from their first initial interaction after so long, but having her freshly made grave as a backdrop didn't necessarily set the right mood. Reminiscing and reliving better days amidst the vibrant, happy atmosphere of Sparking World seemed a much better background for them to catch up and "party" in.
And so, this was where the young man stood, waiting just by the main gate to the park and staring into the brightly lit amusement menagerie from the entrance with a contemplative expression upon his face. Not wanting to be too formal, but also wanting to not look like a slob, Dion decided on his usual outfit, barring his customary black blazer. Leaving him in his form-fitting, sleeves rolled up gray turtleneck and his slightly splintered black rimmed specs, with a pair of similarly colored slacks and dress shoes.
Whilst he did look and carry himself the opposite to what he was feeling, it didn't make him any less nervous. With Dion stealing a glance at his nonexistent watch every few minutes that passed. He was early, fifteen minutes in fact- wanting to be punctual but not overly so.
While Amara might find it cute and quaint, the time he was left to spend waiting definitely did nothing to soothe Dion's insecurity, with him hoping she wouldn't keep him waiting too long. But, then again, he was used to it by now. Plus, he had been waiting so long to see her again in the first place anyways.
Dion wouldn't mind waiting just a few minutes longer for her.
PL: 22,000 - WC: 1029 - TWC: 1029
