* constantly whispers ‘Cheese Grits’*
I know Lynn isnt my place, but Clok is all alone. With Glass gone from their world, and Insomnia somwhere in the fabric of time, She is left alone. In a world of no lines and only the purest color, Its slowly falling apart around her. The paint is running and mixing, creating the colorful world shes known into mud. Maybe there is a such things as death in Lynn. Maybe its the Key Collector. A key is to the soul which is why each may wear their own around their neck to keep it safe. Only if to lose it, the Key Collector can take it to unlock the soul bound to the body of its keeper.
What if Alabaster doesn’t see in color nor black and white, but almost negative. It a world that is black and the shadows are pale grays and whites. The souls are seen as the colors. Auras of their innocence, greed, or anger. Their deeds staining their colors to mud and some to just near black. Their scents play of places they had been or things they’ve touched. This is how Dear Death tracks. It’s how he finds you so quick. Your color and scent stains. Your marks. The more pure white the soul is, the less likely death is able to find. It blending in amongst the whiteish shadows. And fading much quicker. But that doesn’t last long as for each soul is tainted in different ways. Be it red by the blood spilt by their hand. Green from the envy and money stolen from the poor. He doesn’t reap just any soul up for their time. He leaves that for the counterpart of his reaping. Her own mind only keeps him on track. She returns those souls that were needlessly reaped. Giving life back to some but having to keep others and guide them to the right direction. Two opposite spectrums. Two opposite Deaths. Everything has to have a counterpart in order to keep Balance and harmony in the Chaos and Mutiny that is called the world the souls Inhabit.
Pirate Jack and Siren Flick
My gift to a friend. I give you a hat of Fyre.
( it’s alittle dusty because of me birds, sorry!:c )
We have all done it. Artist or not. Drawing on your desk for the next person to see who comes into the next class. In this case.
Alabaster is watching you do your work. He’s going to make sure you do :3
Whats It matter. The city is asleep but I am not. I stand out as much as it is already. Gold in color with bright copper orange eyes…Metallic of my species shouldn’t exist. But they do now with my brother and I. We are different and always will be. I enjoy the dusk on clear sunsets for I can see Natures gold and its glint on my own scales. The color of the sky gives me a different color and it makes me feel… Normal. But like thats ever going to happen..