Broken Shards, Keepers of thy Mind.
New au sort’ve idea.
@nekophy - Goth
@angexci - Palette.
Just an idea I had, Palette is the Warmth of Happiness. The flame or spark that keeps us going.
Goth, the icy cold of loneliness. The cold that grips us when we are left behind or forgotten.
And Jay, the suicidal thoughts and timer till death. The one that is mostly dependant on Loneliness to achieve its goal of convincing you to give up on everything. Palette stops his attempts.
“Goth! Gothy! Let’s go play!” Goth felt Palettes warm embrace, savouring the comfortable feeling. But it quickly changed into a cold grip that was relatable to deaths grip. He sighed, but slowly trailed behind Palette as he led Goth toward a beautiful flower bed.
Peace, that was the name of this place. For when a human becomes at peace with thyself than and only than may they be able to be here. But sadly, no such thing has happened yet. So palette made this his home, needing no phyiscal house to claim his home.
‘i depend on the land to give me what I need, I do not wish to harm it for selfish intent.’ Goth remembered these times.
…. such happy times…
Now, all that was left was cold. Colder than ice and snow, Goth fell to his knees. Feeling tears form in his eyes as he blankly stared at the sight before him. Warmth of Joy, was gone. The spark was gone, the will to live was gone. Jay crept behind Goth, his nearly eternal smile widened.
“Is that burden gone? May we finally move to another host and redo this all again? My timer is growing toward the thirties so it shouldn’t be long now.” Jay stated, Goth still stared.
“This happens.. again and again.. I.. can’t become numb to it.. Warmth of Joy always forgets the times before.. and.. never remembers.. he’s stuck.” Goth said, Jay just snickered.
“That’s the fun of it, it’s our eternal cycle. And you seen how many humans we must look forward to! I mean, you grow colder the sadder our host is! I love the cold;” Goth sighed. A new wave of icy air drifting through the now emtpy space.
“Ah, that’s it. Now.. lets do our dance again with a new host. Shall we?”
“Im.. getting tired of it.”
“Ha, as if! Warmth of Joy is stalling! Without him we would be zooming through these pesky humans!”
“But.. I.. he makes me feel..”
“Shut it, we have to pack up and end this suckers life by…” Jay looked at a notebook.
“What, did you just say?”