so…because.

it fits.

AND ITS BEEN FOUR MONTHS AND IM STILL UNHEALTHILY ATTACHED TO THIS PLAY LORDDD

also, i read icarus full-out for the first time and…yeah it's an aiamwrdd au don't know how that happened

i promise terbeck is not happening i ship kirsbeck way too much

AND IM NOT COPYING YOU JOR JUSSAYIN like when that chap went up with the guy that's just about to appear i looked up from the screen and was like "well"

and in a moment we'll rain down destruction
event 9: "oblivion"

Teagan had loved how the carpet made it feel like she was noiseless. She bounced slightly on each step, down to the bottom level of the theater, and received a fleeting glance from Maybeck, and she stopped. She feels that she's so stifled.

It's golden, all around her, making her comfortable because even though she wasn't born in Hollywood 30's movies, which was obviously the inspiration for this room, she senses more home in those settings than anywhere else. Red seats that she drops in. The boxes above them all are large. The rocking of the ship is even more evident here than she's ever felt it before.

Teagan sits center-stage. Or center-seat. The Keepers are in the second row, and the redhead guy and the curly girl just got up to take a look through the wings, just to see if they were clear. Jess, once cold and coarse, had plopped down on Charlie, muttered that she was tired, and is now curled into her, neck leaning against Charlie's shoulder, snoozing away. Amanda's playing with her hair and laughing. Charlene will kiss Jess's forehead every now and then, going on about how cute she is. Teagan's looking back and smiling along and feeling the late-night closeness but all the while not being in it.

Her feet want her to explore. She gets up.

"How about I check back there too? See if there's anything that I remember seeing from the cameras."

Mandy looks to Finn, and Finn looks to Mandy.

"Sure. Take a look." Maybeck is the one to speak. Great.

"Great." She kinda wants to feel her feet walk on the carpet again too. And feel the stage, too. It seems so big and approachable.

She jumps up and jogs up the four or so steps, carved into the edge of the stage. Struggling to pull back the dense scarlet curtains and being dressed in thin oblivion. Her eyes find the glow-tape near what she discerns to be the wings. Through the music-stand occupied area and to a considerably brighter hallways.

Brighter but still gray.

She runs a hand across the walls, bumpy but smooth against her fingers, and feels her adjectives and moods but in solidarity and that's a shame because she can't be these things when she's with these people, these Keepers that she kind of admires but all ability of being, you know, desirable, flies away. They fly so so far and she's just groping for a grip.

Her life isn't crappy so why does she feel so…dis-serviced? Can she get it right and be something? It's been eighteen years and things are supposed to turn around and most people have a break-through and self-redoes but she's just been Teagan her whole life…her whole life…

Where is this hate coming from?

She bites the inside of both lips and leans against the wall, her head back. Sighs. What has she gotten herself into…

Where is that magic they are trying to keep?

Why does it sound like these words against her are being…made…for the first time..

There is someone perched in front of her and above her, one arm on the wall. She can see a figure. And she doesn't get scared because the eyes have a glint that disarms her.

He floats down. Twinkling lights spark up and then are gone. A shadowy sparkling noise.

Fears flying away…Her wanting must peak when she's distressed.

"You're that guy that never grows up."

"Just that?" he asks. She scoffs.

She's seen Peter Pan movie about as many times as any regular child would. She prefers the non-Disney blond guy. And the musical is just weird. He follows the Disney law…The lights are better because there's a verdant luminosity zipping back and forth…then coming close to Peter's face and staying there. A green glimmer in his spiteful face.

Hazelnut eyes peer in. His hair is bronze, ruffled, falling in one eye. Wearing something green, leaf-like, sitting on his bony shoulders. He does not seem young. He does not seem old. He stands with such a feeling that you can't put an age…you can put a word…she deems it to be unruliness that isn't a product of his hair. The hair is a side effect.

"Yes. Just that. You are the first character I've seen and I believe that you are real."

"Why wouldn't I be? Oh yeah, the people who act like me." He answers his own questions by saying them aloud. Something Teagan would do. His voice is teenager-like, with and edge of wiliness. "They are like how they all think I am but they aren't as good as the real me."

"Wouldn't think so. You're kinda unique."

Teagan knows how to become engrossed with or enjoy or even like after a night of the thing. Right now she wishes she was one of this Pan-fangirls who loved him for their whole life so that she can put backing behind her sudden fascination of this forever boy.

He smiles, the slightest, it's a side grin and he backs up and bit, placing a foot on a now evident box. "Yeah. And I've taken the liberty to come on over here because I knew you were gonna be here because I've been keeping a close eye, and I'm quite good at keeping a close eye: I am like you."

"I'm never gonna grow old? Sweet."

"No. There's many entrance fees I can tell you right now you're not gonna wanna go through with."

"If I'm pushed enough…"

"No." And that's final. "I get things like you do."

"Wanting?"

"There's more to that…you can understand things and you are good with plans. No matter how much you say you are terrible under pressure. You are. But if you were given time before the ordeal…" He shrugs. "You'd be alright."

"Sure." Shakes her head.

"If you're not gonna agree with me, I can leave."

"I'm the one who knows me. Been me my whole life." She pouts sadly.

He looks in, as to question that. Challenge it.

Teagan's never felt so out of control, so she stays to figure out.

"And I'm just saying…there's some things you can do."

"Everyone. Is. Trying. To. Recruit me. And I that desirable? Am I that useless that I could be dead weight on the team? My brain—my ability, what the…I don't know, whatever it is, is what you guys want and that is it. That is it!"

"What side are you on?"

"No one's. Nowhere. Not at all! I'm freaking neutral! I wanted to save magic for the Keepers in some way but now that I'm saying these words and they sound sooo stupid…" She's getting upset and her voice is rising. "But magic has never been evident in my life, not in the slightest, and I'm kind of groping for something here…give me something…something good…"

"I could help you fly away."

"Not gonna help me at all."

"There will be a time when you will stand between two things. I'm not a seer but I am smart and I know the sequence of events and lives because I've lived many. And there's always that no. I will be there…I could help."

"How much?"

"I'll be there to ask the question."

"That's great. That's fine." She takes a breath. She won't apologize for freaking a bit, a lot, because she needed to. "I just…"

"I wanted you to know that."

"Will you stop watching me? I know, it's not like that...but…"

He thinks for a long while, slowly departing from the floor. "That would be like asking to stop seeing."

Teagan nods. "Okay. Are you the good guy?"

"I'm gray. Because I'm not one and you aren't either." He floats away and so does the green light and turns a corner.

She keeps her eyes to where he was because she doesn't know where to move them next. Needs to return. They'll think she was talking to someone. Which…she was.

Head spinning. The world just wants another name to its causes. She walks away to go back.

the ending of this will be terrible unless you guys like deep stuff

the curtains are really red

like who else

HERE'S A SCARY THOUGH I JUST REALIZED LOOKING AT MY CHAPTER LIST…IM WAY MORE THAN HALFWAY THROUGH

HUH

the world wants me back to igy

wow

much hurt

amaze