dis gun be good

[needed]

[ it's an exceptionally quiet night in hamil, and muzet has officially resigned herself to wandering the small town. great spirits don't need to sleep, but being the only one awake can be so lonely.

still, something just might be nagging at her. it might have something to do with her sister returning – or might have something to do with the cost. of course, muzet was delighted to see her milla again, but she was just starting to form a relationship with the version of her sister from a fractured dimension. a dimension where milla still believed she was born maxwell, where muzet went blind and turned into a cruel catalyst – and her sister took the brunt of her abuse. now she's gone, and even for just a little while, muzet's alone with nothing or no one to distract her from her own thoughts.

at least the sky is pretty. ♥ ]

(no subject)

[poignantalist]

[ it's the obligatory tales of night of the final battle, but since we're writing this instead of the tales of team, there's not going to be weird gross attempts at shoehorning bad heterosexual romance. sure, milla's looking for someone in particular – but it isn't jude. it also isn't the human fetus in the sky with diamonds.

alvin isn't hard to track down the way he used to be. of course, she could still locate him – but now he wants to be found. ]

Alvin. I can leave if you came here to be alone.