#petiterci

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@petiterci | starter!

The boy came crashing down from somewhere this time (Oof!), blinking his eyes open and sitting upright in a very green, quite pretty area. The sky, a bright blue -- sunshine, he liked that.

Crossing his legs, he looks around, wondering about this new, unfamiliar world. Taking notes, of course -- the usual for him.

A decently large, white-wooly creature makes its way him, and his eyes twinkle at the sight. A ‘sheep’, like Ned called it--? And as well, a little yellow -- ‘bird’?

A passing figure, the excitable child approaches the other, tugging a bit. A direct touch is unusual for Sunny, but he can’t help himself. This is so new!

“Hey, hey, what is that thing?? Can you tell me about this place???” Projected right into the other’s head.

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cont. ▍@petiterci

    As a child, his life turning out this way was something Django never would’ve dared to picture. He never asked for this. Sure, he was fine with being a hero and helping others, but this? This? A resentment against everyone who had pushed him to become this grew silently, senseless as it was. If only his father were strong enough- if only his mother hadn’t fallen so easily- if only his brother- his brother. One thing he could never tarnish, something he could barely think of. (If only Django was strong enough. If only Sabata was strong enough. If only he had never been taken in the first place.)

    He opened his mouth, perhaps to say something, before shutting it again. Ever since that particular incident, Django had hardly cried about it all, nor spoke about it at all. Though trying to be as sunny as usual, every time he looked to his side and his brother wasn’t there- he was reminded. Reminded, cruelly- Father Sun, why couldn’t you save him? Still, he knew, no prayer, no God, nothing could’ve saved Sabata except Django himself, and that is where he had failed. So, to cope, he chose to push it out of his mind. Unfortunately, he was rather stunted on that front.

    Before he was able to apologize to Yugo for bringing up such a heavy subject, the gunslinger fell silent to allow for the other to speak- only for his expression to become stricken, rather shocked. Of course, yes, the other was a magician. “Sabata...” He cursed his own inability to wield magic correctly, only ever strongly acquainted with Sol and Lune. If only he was more talented, he could’ve spoke to him faster!

    “But- but it’s not his fault! It was all mine! If it weren’t for him, I’d be dead, a dozen times over. If he hadn’t purified me-” Ah, he’s starting to get choked up now- “If he hadn’t been there...He didn’t chose for any of that to happen to him! I- He deserves...so much better...” Finding himself in tears, Django began to weep, protecting his face with his hands.

    “Carmilla, too...if I had been stronger, she wouldn’tve....”