Look At Him. Look At Him. The Young 20-something. Precious. I Just Wanna Hold Him. Little Jules. Tiny

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

marker -> wilhelm

❛ do you remember when we first met? ❜

the question catches him off guard ⸻ trust it to sonic to be able to accomplish such a thing. his expression softens. "....of course i do. you're implying i'd forget?" he sounds almost offended. they had met countless times since, always fighting, nagging, 'catching up' as sonic liked to put it. julius never understood why they sought one another, but they did. for better or for worse ( no doubt the latter ).

his jaw clenched, however subtly. that irritation grew at how, placid stone was being. resigned. fight for another version of himself, supposedly, but not him, hm? tch. whatever. he focused, feeling that sensation and sensing that chaos energy from stone's world. very briefly, like a flickering tether that julius grabbed onto. bolstered by stone remembering his world & julius making physical contact.

his eyes glowed, shimmering before stone would blink, and be back in his own world.

julius' hand lingered there, poised, not moving as though still having his hand on stone's chest. then his arm slacked, and he exhaled deeply while looking skyward. that same gloved hand moved, to rub at his eyes underneath his sunglasses, before he turned and tried to resume what he was doing.

stone felt... angry? at being so easily dismissed, which was a bit strange considering he was used to it from his doctor and never had it bothered him until now. why did it bother him so much? more importantly, how could this man send him back?

he looks down at the hand splayed on his chest, then looks back up into the lenses of the man's sunglasses, bending a bit backwards when once again they were in close proximity.

knowing he'd get nowhere he ultimately resigns himself with a sigh, indeed closing his eyes and focusing on the earth he was from. oh well. just because it didn't work this time doesn't mean the next time wouldn't work.

after all, he'd waited almost half a decade to get here... what's another year or more, really?

👀

"no." the speed and sharpness with which julius answered that question. he didn't hesitate. an eyebrow rose in criticism, "am I supposed to? why? sentimentality? nostalgia?"

What kind of relationship does your muse want with mine?

❤️ romantic 💛 platonic 💙 family 💜 mentor/mentee 💞 friends with benefits 💕 unrequited love [specify who] 💚 rivals 🖤 enemies

'doctor'

julius stared down at him. hm. curious.

'how are you here?'

"wrong question. it isn't how, but when, when am i here," he's stood not too far from the crater that shadow had created. no doubt from warping here via an errant chaos control. nasty things, those. julius at points had encountered them himself. "or rather: when you are." seeing how he wasn't getting anywhere with his metaphors & here julius thought he was being funny, he clarified,

"this isn't your universe. this is a different universe. things didn't play out quite the same here, as they did there."

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Ringing was all the hedgehog heard. Eyesight blurry as he tries to open ruby colored eyes. Everything spinning as he lays in the crater of where he landed. Pain rearing through his body as he raises a hand to his head. Easing it against the throbbing in his head he felt as he simply lays there. Letting air enter his lungs he tries to recall the events of what happened.

Where was he even ?

Shadow hadn't the slightest idea but he knew he needed to get up. He couldn't lay here. Summoning what strength he had to roll onto his stomach. Tucking his arms under him to push himself upwards. Pain flaring as he cries out to himself. ❝ Damn ... ❞ He swears under his breath. Something was definitely broken.

He had to keep going as he feels around. His fingertips brushing against something cold as he glances at the item. The familiar golden sheen of his inhibitor hitting the little light he could see. Grabbing it he sits on his knees a moment. Slowly reattaching it to his wrist as he rubs the back of his head. He didn't see any of the other inhibitors. That was going to be a problem in the long run.

Slowly eases himself back up to his feet. Wobbling as he found his footing as he climbs out of the crater. Oh how everything ached as he hisses through his teeth as he takes a deeper breath. Finally he takes in his surroundings. Seeing a form familiar yet so different he thought was imagining it ...

❝ Doctor ? ❞ He questions. But how was that possible ? The Doctor was inside of the Eclipse Canon as it exploded. What was going on ? ❝ How are you here ? ❞

ANONYMOUSLY TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT ME. I CAN’T REPLY/COMMENT, JUST PUBLISH.

shouting while punching shadow noises, "you should listen to him maria! he makes very valid points!"

"both of you stop it! we're family. "