november catch-all

[granularity]

Who: Sanderson Hawkins (granularity) & you
What: November catch-all etc.
When: Nooovember
Where: Wyver!
Warning(s): None so far!

dragons and lunatics

[ When he takes the knife from her, the question of whether he intends to do what she'd suggested isn't much of one, really: the knife goes across his arm (palms need to move ALL THE TIME and they had more nerve endings: why would he cut himself there?!) to leave a strip of dripping blood. He'll wait till the dragons get the scent and start moving then, but it's going to be a challenge. Mostly because his body's biggest 'fight or flight' mechanism was turning into sand which, guess what, did very little to attract dragons.

...maybe he could just make walls to herd them into place? He'd put everything back where it belonged afterwar-

HOLY CRAP dragons!!1! ]

jungle heat

[ Sand's life hasn't exactly been conducive to romance. From the absolute burning wreckage disaster that was his first 'relationship' (is it really a relationship when she's kind of using you because she can't deal with her soul mate being her soul mate and you just kind of go along with it because she needs someone and you're literally Ridiculous? he doesn't know, and frankly, doesn't want to ask too much) to the giant gaping void that came after, it's just not something he's ever felt he had much skill at and he'd never really properly turned his hand to it. It doesn't help that most of the quote unquote 'lust' that he's ever experienced has been second hand through prophetic dreams and really really gross. Really, if he wasn't honest with himself about the fact that he actually would like someone in his life, he might have concluded it just wasn't for him a while ago. But regardless, it's always in the back of his mind.

That's why when the moon shines down, he's not really prepared for it to get shoved up to the forefront and he finds himself making his coffee run through a sea of distraction, looking at handsome men and beautiful women and almost walking into a pole to keep looking at them past when he really should. He's not trying to be rude. It's just... weird, and new, and difficult, what with the fact that he's also got so much more time on his hands and so much less to focus on. ]

build-a-blade workshop

[ He makes a point of waiting near where the guy asking them to go get extra ingredients is making his requests. When there's a few people around- ]

So I can talk to crystals and stone. Anyone wanna team up with me?

[ If that doesn't work, of course, he'll head out on his own to collect things. It wouldn't do to miss out on the opportunity, and lord knows he needs things to do. He'd never quite realized how much of a workaholic he'd been until he no longer had his Work to do. ]

coffee break

[ He doesn't have his powers anymore. Oh, he's still a geomorph, still has the whole sand thing going on, but he hasn't had a nightmare since he woke up, and that is the most double edged sword of all. Because they're terrible, his nightmares. But they're effective. They were the most horrible thing to have to think about, to have to dream about, but they still told him how to help people, how to save lives. He feels more than a little blind now, wandering around the city at all hours of the night, listening for trouble. He doesn't KNOW where it is anymore.

And the coffee he stops for in between rounds of walking around? Well, that's more a preference than it is a requirement. He sleeps like a baby, which feels more than wrong, and the bags under his eyes have actually faded away at this point. He hasn't worn the mask proper in what feels like a lifetime and his eyes go a little distant on a particularly corner as he sips at his coffee and considers what Wes would think of all this. And, with a sinking drop, he realizes he'll never know.

Without the dreams, he loses his link to Wes. It's, well... a blow. A blow he covers by taking a particularly long sip of his coffee before pushing away from a wall to continue his circuit. Coffee. Coffee coffee coffee is good. ]