[OPEN!] Beneath the halo of a streetlamp -

[orderfromchaos]

Who: Dillon and YOU. Anyone who might be roaming at night, or he could help out someone who got stuck after hours.
When: At night, after sirens, any time in the last week.
Where: Wandering all over the island.
Summary: Dillon exploring.
Warnings: Here be monsters? Dillon repels the Seeping Darkness, though. His permissions post is here.



At first, it had just been early mornings on the roof of Towers, breathing in the cool pre-dawn air, tasting the breeze off the North Pacific as he watched the crumbled concrete resume its smooth, undamaged shape a few minutes earlier than it should . It was such a relief, to just let the crackling, fissioning, endless power of the scorpion star spill out of him, to let it fling itself against the darkness, batter it back a few grudging feet, and draw down the constant riptide inside him.

But soon enough he was spending whole nights on the streets, meandering through the transformed city, deliberately avoiding walking in a grid, just to be contrary, observing the monsters and the people tough enough to hunt them. It's completely different from the port in the day, but it's still an inextricable part of the pattern.

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o9

[aslandish]

[ Light that stretches on for an eternity and more. Such is his essence, the substance of who and what he is.

He meets the other's gaze squarely, a warmth to his presence that shows in his eyes. ]

Good evening.

[orderfromchaos]

What are you?

[It's unsure, a little awed, understated and humble. He knows what he feels, but he gave up on that two years ago, doesn't want to name it even in his thoughts.]

...is that rude to ask? I - it doesn't seem like it should be. At a certain point. I'm sorry if it is.

[aslandish]

[ Aslan shakes his head. ]

It is not.

[ It is a question he has been asked many times over, and not once has he ever been offended. ]

I am a Maker.

[orderfromchaos]

[Dillon thinks of Winston, of the grass growing thicker in his footsteps, of the way it felt when they were synched together, enthalpy and growth working as one.]

I fix things. Or, I'm supposed to, anyway. I think.

aaa I lost this somehow @_@;

[aslandish]

[ There is an order and structure to the universe laid down at the beginning of time, but even Aslan knows balance is not always consistent. There are times of decay and times of restoration. Life itself is built on this cycle, but it can be disrupted.

He considers the young man solemnly but not without warmth. ]

What more would you learn?

no worries <3 TLDR OTL

[orderfromchaos]

Why, I guess. I mean, it's a pretty good gig, right? Seeing how things fit together, putting them right, healing people. But why me? I messed it up so badly, at first, because I didn't know what I was doing, and...

[He trails off. He trusts the lion, in ways he recognizes but doesn't understand, but he doesn't know how to talk about the parasite without sounding like he's trying to shift blame. He doesn't know how to explain it at all, or what the thing was properly called, and it seems like way too much to just dump at someone else's feet. It's been his to carry for a long time. And - dude. Talking lion, he's done weird stuff, but this is...something.]

Sorry. Just been thinking about a lot of stuff tonight, I guess.