☀ ɪᴛ's sᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ... ☀
☆ ｓｏｎｇｓ ☆
- can't help falling in love with you; top cover - maui & aster [1]
high hopes; p!atd - aidan [2]
zombie; the cranberries - pluto [3]
☆ ｓｔｏｒｉｅｓ ☆
- [1] it was difficult, being alone. scary, nerve-wracking, sad, even. waiting for a family who were never returning. clinging to that hope that maybe, just maybe they were just late. a few years late, that is. for aster, it all became to much. that hope slipped from his paws like sand, trickling between the cracks. so he left. he went on a journey, travelling miles and miles from his mountain home. abandoning everything he knew. because of hope. he explored, learning new things, seeing new sights. but he was alone.
and then he wasn't. a spark of feeling, blooming in his chest, spreading through his thick fur, and balancing upon their edges. it was a tree, collapsing to the forest floor, a rush of adrenaline. it was a burst of sudden colour, destroying the memories of a time without. it was a risk, a in the heat of the moment decision. it was fate. destiny, if you will.
it was difficult, spending so much time alone. protecting a home that was lost long ago. clinging to the hope that maybe, just maybe, it would return to its former glory. for maui, it left him to his own mind, trapped in a desolate, anger-filled hole. trapped in a broken forest, with no one but himself. but he held on. he stayed put. tending to what was left of his forest, guarding those small creatures that remained. he became a god-like creature. a protector, of sorts. but he was alone.
and then he wasn't. there was a hint of emotion, rising from the pit of his stomach. it swarmed his brain, worming its way through the base of his skull, the base of his antlers, until it stood perched upon their tips. it was a wave, crashing down against the sand, a burst of adrenaline. it was a burst of light, drowning those times without. it was a risk, but it was worth it. so, so worth it.
months passed. like the rain, like the sun. it was a definite. roots became a new home, of sorts. a safe place. to go home to when it became cold, when it became dark. when it became dangerous. a single sprout, doubling, tripling. green. it started small. a single flower. and then it bloomed, bringing with it a new plethora of bushes, flowers, trees. seeds became shoots, shoots became plants. sun, rain, seed. sun, rain, green. sun, rain, shrubs. humans were a thing of the past, there metal contraptions abandoned. the once bright paint had rusted, and leaves crawled through broken windows. the forest was reclaiming its home, nature re-claiming its stolen life. creatures began to return, slowly. each greeted the viscets with a bow. they were rulers. they were guardians. they were not alone. not anymore.
[aster ~ maui ~ both] [463]
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[2] It was a usual occurrence to see Aidan, rushing down the street, bag slung over one shoulder. His ear-buds hung loosely from his ears, balancing upon their edges. It was a surprise that they had not yet fallen out, due to the pace he had set, and the uneven terrain of the damaged streets he ran. His tie was flying over his shoulder, only kept from flying away by the small knot that anchored it to his neck. He was late. Again. It had been months since his last job interview, and as the summer was starting, he knew that he needed to get his head in the game. If he wanted to go on the trip to Ireland with his friends, then he needed money, and if he needed money, he needed a job. Only, he didn't just couldn't land one. Sighing, he skidded to a stop at the traffic lights, pressing the button to cross over and over again. As he waited, he took a second to listen to the songs playing through his earphones. It was the radio station. It'd never seemed appealing to have one playlist to listen to, so instead, he had tuned his phone into the local radio station, and whatever they were playing, he'd listen to. For the most part, he only ever heard bits and pieces, little snippets here and there. But today, today he was listening properly. the lyrics were odd, though a tad inspiring. he was thankful, however, when it ended. it wasn't the greatest. looking up from his paws, he noticed the green viscet turning red again, and he sighed in annoyance. he was going to miss it. again.
the next day went much the same. rushing, running, late. the same song played again too. it was almost taunting him. whispering and sneering at him. this carried on for the next two weeks. it didn't take him too long to warm up to the song, and it seemed to be becoming more of a lucky charm than a rush of bad luck. it was day 16 that he finally made it on time to a job interview. the song was beating loudly in his ears, and there was a triumphant grin on his expression. he may not have gotten the job, but the song stuck with him for the next one. [392]
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