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Hallowed Ground
‘Beautiful things grow to a certain height,
then fall and fade away.
Breathing out memories, quiet,
as they decay.’
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Greg's signs never failed to entertain him, and in part because they were always very polite, but the intentions behind them were so fiercely strong. It was hard to deny the amusement he felt in watching Greg drag out of his carefully maintained passive image to glare at one of the customers for reprimanding an excited puppy or accidentally upsetting one of the little fluttery insects that nested here and there in the shop corners.
It wasn't that he encouraged Greg to get angry, he just appreciated the fact that Greg would let himself just be normal, with normal emotions, instead.
Plus it really was great watching him tell somebody to leave if they were being a jerk, when he did, and that task wasn't left to himself instead. To be fair he had a much flatter stare than Greg, and he didn't have to care if they took his abrupt dismissal of them out the door badly; it wasn't his shop or his image that mattered there.
"Are you going to inform me of what I'm getting into meeting your friend Jun? Because I know that's where that line of thought is going," he chuckled, placid then, he was surprisingly tactile by nature, easily pacified by Greg's attention and the lazy affection.
It was bound to make him sleepy, any time he slowed down that was a given, but that was fine, he was practiced in being lazy and still aware. And his nerves always went a bit lax and hummed comfortably rather than carrying on with the usual dull ache when Greg was playing with his hair.
It was love, yanno, without needing to shout it; that warm feeling.
@notmuchofatail
Curiosity || Glow
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I love moths!!!
Look at them! They faceplant when they sleep! It's adorable! Love them!
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"It's not like the thoughts aren't going to follow me," he reasoned, so he might as well have been there, some break in the day that would have crawled along at a slow pace otherwise. He knows he wasn't being exceptionally useful there, no, but it wasn't the sort of day where it was busy enough to require too much effort.
Mim had been in motion all day, he'd watched her with only passing interest as she'd rearranged, talked to people, searched out things to occupy herself. As restless as he felt it was obvious it wasn't an affliction only he was feeling.
"Besides, it's been quiet today," he noted, something he enjoyed most days, but that was him, he knew how to deal with the silence. It felt a little wrong just leaving Mim to that with only those stones to keep her company with their impassive presence.
@madmagicmim
The More Things Change || Zim
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He always felt the spring in his bones, more than any other season. Nearly all pixies looked at his Talent and saw it for what it was in parts, but never saw what it was in truth. Decay, ruin, rot; it was hardly that, nothing that simple. Zero was a creature burdened with hands dipped into the aching trials of change; that was his mark on the world. And that was what he felt bleeding through everything, every moment; time and how it gnawed away the skin of everything, dissolved the bones of moments and left husks of memory in its wake.
It was lovely. It was exhausting, he was exhausted, he was always exhausted because that task required more than a single person had to give, it was something he lived rather than tended to.
Spring at the shadow of winter or the cusp of summer was hard, the rebirth of the world came with labor pains that sizzled in his veins and wrapped his muscles into straining knots that was a background throb he'd felt since he had been a small child; it was simply the passage of time. It would simply be the same every year until it wasn't, because he wasn't anything anymore. But that hardly felt like a day soon.
The spring had taken something from him that year though, even if he couldn't be upset about it; not after seeing the peace on Tanya's face.
He cultivated that ache in silence, he would have betrayed his promise to her admitting just how hard it had been.
The real world continued around him that day though, the noises of a few trailing customers, a few questions he heard Mim entertaining nearby as he remained silent near the register, the multicolored presence of stone and crystal around him in the Rock Shoppe inviting a sense of false certainty that it could outlast time. It wouldn't, of course, but by the time those minerals broke down to dust he wouldn't be around to see it; generations past him.
It rarely felt like a melancholy thought. It did that afternoon.
Mim spoke, some instinct pinged in his head, she had spoken to him. Hazy-eyed, he continued his vigil looking out over the counter, but he did reply. "Hmn? What? I wasn't listening," honest, he supposed, since he hadn't been.
@madmagicmim
The More Things Change || Zim
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Sometimes // Zany
friendship aesthetic: zany // @zerohallows
“Besides, theres a peaceful sort of prettiness to morbid things; they don’t have anything left to prove other than memories. You learn more about the impact of a life at the end of it than you ever do at the start in most cases, right?”
“Yeah, well, sometimes you don’t learn things. Sometimes people just die and they didn’t even do anything that mattered with their life, and it’s not pretty or romantic, it’s just stupid,” Tanya grumbled, picking at her sweatshirt strings. “It’s not all wilting flowers and graveyards and stuff. Sometimes it just freakin’ sucks.”
#zany#had to go digging because the qoutes#felt like the circular end#goodbye Tanya#now everyone excuse me while i cry over their friendship
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"People argue, it's not really a distinctly human trait." Zero reasoned, because in some ways he felt peace was a programmed design in Hollows. Granted because fairies knew distinct purposes, expectations and stepping outside of that wasn't often done.
He didn't see that entirely as negative, mind you, or viewed faerie culture as terrible, of course, although he could see parts that were outdated. Although none of that actually influenced his opinions on Vidia's reckless actions.
"Not the first time I have, but things pass like seasons; even this." He paused, because he supposed with all the confusion it wasn't fair to give Nemo only a vague glimpse of his own opinions. "I don't think Vidia's intentions were entirely misplaced, but I don't think she was right in how she acted either. I don't think it's bad for anyone to think for themselves, but acting on something you know could affect people outside yourself in a dangerous way is selfish, not noble."
Which, he supposed, was a bit harder to reason when collective goal was the mindset.
@justkeepdancing-nemo
A Matter of Perspective || Nero
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"If it makes you happy and doesn't hurt you I encourage it. I'll convince the moths myself and put like sheep bells on them." He replied, joking, to a point anyway; he did try to encourage Greg, even his ridiculous notions, and urge him away from the ones that were...less healthy.
And sometimes that took some creative effort, like learning to cook so that they were both eating well, rather than leaving Greg to graze under the guise of keeping himself fed.
It wasn't one sided though, his own needs were just more subtle, more tied to harder things to look after than knowing how to keep himself alive. He did that just fine. Being reminded that if he accepted loneliness too easily it might just leave him disconnected from people was the harder battle; funny how it was that Greg never let him, even in his own quiet way.
"Seen a few communes, but no farms," he agreed, knowing the thinly veiled reason was very likely Jun Moon. And Zero didn't mind the idea; he'd gathered the man could be a bit direct, but clearly he had always been there for Greg.
Inevitable, he supposed, meeting him.
"I guess a look couldn't hurt; helps me plan that rat farm better. Might have to call in a favor from Fawn to get the rats on board."
Zero lazed, eyes slid to the screen when Greg shifted, but he wasn't watching it. He was relaxing, letting the moment wash over him. "Hmn, oh yeah, you're the least demanding, demanding person I know," he replied with a smirk as he snaked his arms back around Greg's neck and slumped boneless and content there.
"Plenty of them, yeah, they know it's safe here. Plus they're my messengers from the Hollow."
@notmuchofatail
Curiosity || Glow
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🔮 Witchy Shop 🔮
Use code “TUMBLR” for a discount
#zero inspo#glow#this is probably why Zero doesn't get to decorate Greg's flat#he's all about that cozy sleepy goth vibe
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He nodded, he'd designed all the others, as simple as the smoke lines were, as complex as the moth that stood out as a flourish under the scars from his top surgery; he put the meaning into those designs with his own effort. Just as he would this, for Tanya.
"Of course," he agreed, without hesitation; he didn't really care if anyone ever understood the memories he tied to the tattoo, but he liked to think it still stood as a reminder that Tanya could leave behind as well in a way she wanted to. "I didn't know I had a reason to bring my sketchbook today, but I guess I did," he nodded to his bag where it hung slack by the strap across his shoulder.
They'd figure it out together, as Zero wouldn't have had it any other way.
@twentytanya
All Things Go | Zany
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"It was never all that convincing that you wanted to." He hadn't been, if he'd really thought she'd wanted him to stay away when circumstances had thrown them together over and over he would have, but there was an instinct, perhaps, that led lonely people to understanding that in someone else, even when it was buried deep enough to seem forgotten.
He thought about the way that idea linked to his own life; it wasn't really an exaggeration to say, so far as faeries went, he was more a moth than anything else.
Little wonder he was drawn to flames and the people who burned with that passion. The hard part of that was, however, that when they left it felt like a burn that took time to heal.
"I think you're right; I want to remember all the fire in the things you've done. It's hard to look back on any of those memories and not see it." Not a candle, that was too subtle, too passive, no; Tanya was a spark of light, a rush of motion and heat, a strike of flame that changed things.
@twentytanya
All Things Go | Zany
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"We've been married too," he added with a faintly humored smile, although that Valentine's Day hadn't been a dream, it had been a stumble of stubborn errors and the first time he'd really seen how well they worked together at a goal, even one as amusingly simple as getting creative to avoid the rain.
"Our friendship has lived quite a few lives."
It felt true, every version had been a fleeting instant that had left a mark. A handful of lives and even more moments where the real world tied it together.
"You were with me when Edgar found me," he recounted, just another example of how her journey had overlapped his own at a point that had expanded outward.
"Pretty sure you've seen me at my most stubborn," she was one of the few who had, "and you've pulled me back from the worst, that day with the bear." Even few people knew even he got upset, scared, the way she had found out in that quiet corner with his hands shaking, worried if it were anyone else, anyone alive, he couldn't get near them because of his magic then.
Sometimes she had been the exact person he needed, when he'd needed someone.
"Hard to put all of that into a single idea," he confessed, "you've always burned bright in my life."
@twentytanya
All Things Go | Zany
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"Every so often it gets something right," he chuckled, although he didn't really know, or try to understand, the things that were bigger than himself. At least not outside the one he knew best because it had been buried in his bones since the day he'd been born; and in some ways that familiarity with time and ruin made it easier to accept a lot more. Accept people just as they were, because it was really only a handful of months or years compared to the world.
"You say that like you're not my best friend," he replied, simply, honestly, because it had felt that way to him for longer than he'd kept track of, "and you were, sure, but it didn't bother me, even before I knew why you were trying to dig under my skin." The why came later, the conversations where Tanya had enjoyed trying to upset him first; but it had only scratched at his curiosity.
"You were different, I know what different feels like," he supposed that was the first reason, if there had to be one, "and you've been there for me more than you know, since then."
There had been a dream, once, with swords and power struggles he'd been helpless to change, and the loss of a sister that had felt so real it had been the only dream that had left him ill for days after.
That was the sort of impact she had; a blurry line between friend and family.
"So, you going to help me figure out that tattoo?"
@twentytanya
All Things Go | Zany
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"You didn't." And it was strange to hear then, the way those truths wove together, how they overlapped. Because the time before, the life before, had very rarely been a topic. It had been something that Zero hadn't tried to touch because Tanya still held it close like a personal sort of grief the same way he seldom spoke of her.
But he did then, because it felt like the moment to.
"She used to joke about moths and flames, but maybe she was right," he recalled that fact warmly, although he hadn't in quite a long time, "I don't know about coincidences, or how much I believe things happen just by chance, but I guess I don't have to understand everything." However the universe worked there were always points that intersected, that was one where he even was surprised.
Although not entirely, too many moments when he'd thought with certainty that they would have gotten along, understood each other; and hearing that it felt like it all wove together even more.
"I guess we were meant to be friends."
@twentytanya
All Things Go | Zany
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Nemo was a million miles away. This wasn't an uncommon state of being for him, but Zero didn't always know the why behind it. That was obvious lately, the same reason most of the Hollow was running itself in circles and divides were the unfortunate inevitable outcome. The entire forest could have come crashing down and Nemo might not have noticed in his distracted state.
"Nothing that was getting very far," he mused, but it was light, a hint humored before it faded.
"I don't like it either," he added, for a brief moment stealing a glance around, "you start dividing people and things fall apart, at least in my experience." Which he didn't voice exactly what that was because he was trying to avoid speaking the worst case scenario while Nemo looked so uncertain. "You know everyone sees the other side as the wrong side, it's unfortunately how people tend to think."
He drew a breath, brow furrowed. "I'm guessing you haven't seen many things like this here, huh?" Which made Zero even more uncomfortable at the shift in the mood around the Hollow; the relative peace of the place had been not unique, exactly, compared to other Hollows he'd lived in but apparently longer lasting.
@justkeepdancing-nemo
A Matter of Perspective || Nero
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He would have argued the opposite really, about their friendship, because she gave him that, in the simplest terms; she gave him someone else in the world he could connect with. And that wasn't always easy for him. Not because he was quiet, or his magic was unsettling, or whatever other reasons people didn't feel particularly friendly towards him; Zero just didn't spread his energy too thin.
Tanya was simply Tanya, his friend, and the give and take of that had never mattered. She accepted him, that was what mattered.
But for right then he nodded. "Alright, how about right now?" He had his sketchbook with him, it seemed that too had fallen into place at the right moment. "I got these for Cece," he turned his arm to emphasize the smoke trail tattoos that ran down both of his forearms. "She was a Magick, fire," it was the simple explanation but it sufficed. "To remember. I want something like that, I want you to help me decide what."
@twentytanya
All Things Go | Zany
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