Thirteenth

[colorlesschild.livejournal.com]

[Lost, as the castle has condemned him to be, Sora slipped from an unknown room to wander the halls. He wears his Paradisa High sweat jacket over a matching tee, which dangle off his frame like a tent. As he wanders he hugs the journal to his chest and rubs his eyes dazedly with his free hand. His voice is groggy and weak- after all, he had been ill before this growing-up business had reared its ugly head.]

...Is everything over now?

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[blackagar]

[Black Bolt had been standing near a window, once again wearing that dark, regal suit. There's not too terribly much more interesting outside than there is inside, but watching the sky still has a meditative effect, if studied for long enough. The voice, however, distracts him. He turns to glance over, and studies Sora curiously.]

[colorlesschild.livejournal.com]

[Sora was no stranger now to the idea of people in Spandex, but it was still unusual to him. He reciprocates the studious gaze, looking him up and down with his eyes. The black did frighten him, and he shrank meekly behind a nearby curtain.]

[blackagar]

[His study lasts only a little while longer, until the realization that the kid, whoever he is, is frightened overpowers curiosity. Then he offers a smile, warm despite the vaguely ominous looking mask.]

[colorlesschild.livejournal.com]

[Sora matches his unthreatening, yet unsure smile and eases out from behind the curtain toward him. Still, he holds his arms to his chest in a protective manner, as if the fluttering sound in his ribs could be easily crushed silent with a glance.]

[blackagar]

[The boy seems too fragile. Far too fragile for a place like this. Black Bolt eases into a crouch to lessen the height difference between them, still smiling welcomingly.]

[colorlesschild.livejournal.com]

[The equal height does ease his anxiety, and he inches a bit closer.]

Hello.