[ Sirius sees the other wanderers flickering in and out of his dream. Walking for a moment, then disappearing. All of them in the same direction, until left at a crossroads. At their fork stands a butler with dark energy. Despite his form, the darkness amassed in him is impossible of belonging to a human. Something malignant and immortal: something that's Sirius' very opposite. If Sebastian is a creature that feeds on the misery of mortals, then he should perhaps recognize a fairy— the beings which flourish from their hope and joy.
Despite how Sebastian's energy repels his own elementally, Sirius stops in his path to pass the butler a glance.
Flaxen hair pulled high into a ponytail, Sirius' aristocratic attire is dirty and worn by a battle that'd taken place before dreaming of this place. His soul, despite the thin lining of light that shells it, is in anguish beneath. He now knows the cruelty of both mortal and immortal beings alike, and it reeks of that misery. Some of his suffering is human, and some of it is worse. Intransient, like the magical being that he is.
He's tired. ]
—There is no place for me in the light.
[ This is what Sirius says to Sebastian. Plainly, simply. ]
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Despite how Sebastian's energy repels his own elementally, Sirius stops in his path to pass the butler a glance.
Flaxen hair pulled high into a ponytail, Sirius' aristocratic attire is dirty and worn by a battle that'd taken place before dreaming of this place. His soul, despite the thin lining of light that shells it, is in anguish beneath. He now knows the cruelty of both mortal and immortal beings alike, and it reeks of that misery. Some of his suffering is human, and some of it is worse. Intransient, like the magical being that he is.
He's tired. ]
—There is no place for me in the light.
[ This is what Sirius says to Sebastian. Plainly, simply. ]