#Dimension Door {Non-Aevum}

[fangsanddaggers]

Wings And Forgotten Memories ||@ruinedbycatastrophe||

Flashes of a dark space, open and seemingly endless, of stairs leading down. Bodies hovering in places, the faceless corpse of agony incarnate. A staff in hand, chest bare to the world, feeling pain, uncertainty. Red swirled around, forming runes on the ground, meeting brown.

He can feel himself smile, fingers skittering over the twisted instrument. He had a choice, one that would change the entire world, lives of thousands.

"Save the world. I'll be cheering you on from beyond."

Those were from his throat, his mind, spoken. The sudden horror in the faces before him, yet he couldn't make out the details, he saw brown. Someone screamed but he brings the staff down upon stone-

Everything hurts, it burns, his skin is tearing apart. He feels like he's about to burst, curling in on himself, agony, lips part around a scream and his back suddenly bursts to life, flaring wide as the world rips past. It's torture, feeling his spine shift and flex, something MORE rippling and catching the winds ripping past--

There's a sharp thud as the being crashes once more into the tower, groaning as his proclaimed fabrics and bedding are strewn unceremoniously under him. Large white wings shimmer with flashes of gold in the dying sun as they drift to splay beside him.

Another episode of that same memory. It'd been two years of him alive since. He remembers a voice whispering that his memories may be frayed, was it really a memory? This time he remembered brown. A colour, not that it was helpful.

The celestial stands, shaking himself off with a sigh, the pigeons that had fled around him from his arrival slowly returning to inspect his new items. He'd flown quite a journey for these, found abandoned in what looked to be some sort of old forgotten camp. They felt as familiar to him as this tower, though he wasn't sure why.

Still, pale fingers began to fuss over the fabrics, wings tucked down, long draping fabrics in reds had been abandoned from his form, used now for the bedding as he'd found something else familiar. Old fancy clothing, off-white dress shirt with a soft frill around the collar that dipped low, tight brown leathers to hug fine legs and simple shoes.

They felt right on his body, like they'd been there before. As if wearing them had him coming home.

He's so lost in his own thoughts he almost doesn't catch the sound of another joining the roof, the flurry of pigeons around him alerting the reborn to the presence. He turns, wings spreading slightly, once red eyes now a vibrant blue speckled with gold, wide with surprise as he hadn't known someone lived here.

Brown.

"Nn, shit." He unknowingly repeated the same inflections of a night hung over this very man, teeth bared, hungry for a bite despite intentionally waking the man just to get the secret out. "Ah... Look, I can explain-" Could Astarion really explain this?

#To A New Adventure {Thread Start} #Wings and Forgotten Memories #ruinedbycatastrophe #Dimension Door {Non-Aevum} #Non-Aevum #Mystra's Abandoned Chosen {Gale Dekarios of Waterdeep}

[fangsanddaggers]

KIND REMINDER TO ALL INDIE BLOGS

Astarion can and will write with indies. With all au ideas, main world, the lot! DO NOT BE AFRAID I WILL WRITE WITH JUST ABOUT ANYONE

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#non-aevum #Dimension Door {non-aevum}