[[oorp]] literally just Autumn exploring the void and trying to get rid of the empty feeling in its chest. this will be added to as it continues to roleplay in the Void. ~ [[rp]] autumn’s side stings with pain. it’s been running for so long. it’s been running for what feels like days, but the lighthouse doesn’t get any closer. it’s sure that if it can just get into the lighthouse, it’ll be safer. the open Void, grass and stars, isn’t safe anymore. it once felt a comfort in the emptiness, but now feels hollow like the world it inhabits. the lighthouse would be a comfort. it pauses for a breath. the lighthouse hasn’t had it’s lights on since it saw the structure on the horizon for the first time. it’s been a landmark, but not a functional one. it thinks that maybe if it waits a day… no, what’s the point. there are no days in the Void. only an eternal night state. it peers into the darkness. the moon is brighter than most nights— er, moon phases? orbits— and the lighthouse looks more red than purple in this light. there’s— it doesnt believe its eyes— there’s a person standing on the front step of the lighthouse. it would yell if it remembered its voice and how to use it, but it begins to run again, waving its arm. the figure waves back, before stepping into the lighthouse. Autumn bolts up from the grass, panting. a dream. thats all it was, really? autumn shakes its head. of course, foolish creature. theres no escape from the Void. but no, the lighthouse is still sitting on the horizon. Autumn manages to stare at it ling enough to watch the bulb flicker on. the figure from before— the same silhouette— stands in from of the light. watching it. it lifts a hand and waves. Autumn turns around, not wanting to have hope. theres no escape from the Void. its been here long enough to know that. there is no lighthouse, there is no other people, there is nothing here. nothing but a swingset and the ghost of what might have been a cat. nothing but a lost creature and a dream. the anxiety comes back, as it always does. Autumn does its best to avoid looking in the direction of the now lit lighthouse, but this probes to be difficult, seeing as nothing else mars the hroizon but the swingset on which they sit now. The figure never ventures far from the lighthouse, though he— Autumn has decided he is a he— leaves frequently. Autumn does not know where he goes, only that he locks the door and disappears for several moon cycles before returning and relighting the bulb atop the tower. Autumn never once questions why the void— an empty platau of grass and sky— needs a lighthouse, its thoughts only going so far as to wonder who the guy running it might be. the truth is, Autumn is scared. scared it’ll finally break out of the bubble its been in fir the past few years and be subjected to the fear of the world. scared to be seen, to be known. the truth is; Autumn is a coward.
[[oorp]] sona lore yayyy visual reference made, idk when it’ll be shared. not much up to posting art again yet. but, hey! this is autumn, otherwise knowst as luca. thats the name it goes by here, anyway. the Void is safe, the Void is its safe space. it used to be more saturated, but the open grassy plains are a lot more gray this time around. it has anxiety and will be fearful. it deserves the fear, it deserves to learn from its past mistakes. it deserves harsh words and rough hands, though it only wants a friend in this lonely place. [[oorp]] - out of roleplay. this is autumn being itself. its pretty silly with friends. [[rp]] - roleplay. this is autumn speaking in lore. it will be more timid and shy, or otherwise odd. it may speak with actions and less dialogue, but all it wants is a friend. it’s friendly for the most part.
