Pixie Dust, Tuesday
Tuesday, December 18th, 2007 11:56 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Blackheart was actually in a good mood today as he opened up Pixie Dust. He was two days away from his last final, there were undercurrents of fear hitting his nose with their bitter, beautiful scent, and he'd finally concocted a means of taking that which was rightfully his.
He'd be able to leave that strange Rider-vibe behind him after his final, and simply walk across the causeway to get to the rest of the outside world. As annoying as having his true power suppressed by this island was, it was amazing how simple a solution all of this presented to him. Freedom was a short walk away. And then came everything else.
So, by way of celebration, he was actually tidying the store. Somewhat. And only if "tidying" meant "burning everything he didn't like the look of, one last time."
It was a damn good day.
He'd be able to leave that strange Rider-vibe behind him after his final, and simply walk across the causeway to get to the rest of the outside world. As annoying as having his true power suppressed by this island was, it was amazing how simple a solution all of this presented to him. Freedom was a short walk away. And then came everything else.
So, by way of celebration, he was actually tidying the store. Somewhat. And only if "tidying" meant "burning everything he didn't like the look of, one last time."
It was a damn good day.