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the moon looks pretty tonight (and so does the sight of his insecurities)

Summary:

He’s seen remains of it, straddlers of people who were trying to make it by on the little life they had left, who tried to find some glimmer of hope in the deadness of the world.

 

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day 5: moonlight

Notes:

to give a bit of context for this, this comes some time before mephiles abuses silver so he's fine (for now) and this takes place during when silver is first trying to find sonic (because him and amy need to talk more)

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Contrary to popular belief, he doesn’t remember much of what the moon looked like.

How could he have when all he remembers is the thick smell of smoke and the scorching heat of the flames that consumed everything. In that world, in the future that he comes from, moonlight was not a thing that he had known or had become accustomed to. All he had known, all that he had, was the knowledge that he had been put on that Earth for a reason, a purpose that seemed lost in the ashes of the world that once used to be. He’s seen remains of it, straddlers of people who were trying to make it by on the little life they had left, who tried to find some glimmer of hope in the deadness of the world. He once thought that was the moonlight the humans used to speak about, that the humans used to tell stories about with tears running down their faces.

It’s only now, away from the flames and the smoke, that he actually realizes what they were talking about.

The moon is huge, taking up part of the sky as the stars speckle around it, shining and sparkling like tiny little dots. He can see random shapes that he doesn’t know, little beams of light that shoot across the sky like the ash that would coat the ground. The light itself is bright, casting its own spotlight onto the world below and he stops in the middle of the desert, awestruck and inspired. Is this what his world could have looked like had Iblis not taken it? Is this what the humans used to talk about with such pained fondness that it almost hurt? Is this what life used to be like?

He stares into the sky for longer than he should, far too aware that he is burning time to stay on the Iblis Trigger’s trail, but he almost wonders if it’s worth it to stand here for a few moments and bask in what used to be and what could have been, to bask in the hope that fuels him to keep going. Amy moves to stand next to him, confusion lingering across her face as she follows his line of sight before looking back at him. He feels the burn of a stare that haunts him, of a stare that has more questions that he would like to answer.

“It’s so pretty…” He says breathlessly.

“The moon?” Amy replies, tilting her head. “You’ve never seen the moon before?”

He pauses, back ramrod straight as he looks back at her. “N-No. I, uh, don’t have a good view of the moon where I come from.”

He doesn’t know if Mephiles has a rule about not telling people that he comes from the future, but he thinks it might be best to keep that under wraps. The last thing he wants, the last thing he needs, is for someone to figure out that he comes from a timeline that is not their own. He doesn’t expect for Amy to understand what he means, just for her to expect that she won’t be getting anymore answers from her. But Amy doesn’t seem like the type of person to give up that easily, not when she’s spend so long searching for the person that she’s trying to locate.

It’s something that he both admires her for and something that he’s starting to mildly regret.

She hums anyway, arms tucked behind her back and hands clasped together as she walks forward. He follows after her, both unwilling to let her be alone but also unwilling to find himself lost in this place. He turns his gaze back to the moon, the crisp desert wind brushing through his quills.

“Did you know that I once got to see the moon up close?”

He looks back at Amy, the wonder clear on his face. “You’ve seen the moon up close?! What was it like?!”

Amy giggles, soft and slightly embarrassed. “I don’t remember much about it since we were pretty busy trying to save the Earth from being destroyed, but I remember how it looked once things calmed down. I’ve seen pictures of it, but nothing really beats seeing it up close like that. From where I was, I could see all of the craters that had formed over the years that it’s been there. I could see how pretty it was, how bright it was. It seemed so… peaceful like that.”

Amy’s tale reminds him of the ones told in his future, the one that comes with mountains of tears and eyes that stare into the smoke as if they are staring into a past life of theirs. He’s heard them talk about its beauty, of how bright it was when it was full. He remembers nodding along with them, unable to understand what they were talking about without pictures. But now, stuck in that very same past, he understands now what they mean when they say that the moon was pretty, that the moon was beautiful. The look of the moon is without words, without the proper phrasing that he could have used. It’s an experience that burns itself into the memory banks of his brain, outshining the horrors that he has seen.

It gives him a resolve like no other, a type of determination to fight for what he has to in order to restore his world. He wants to see the moon again, to see the stars twinkle in the sky like they are now, to see the light of the moon dance across the ground. He wants to see the grass grow again, to see lush landscapes unaffected by the flames. He wants to see the oceans again, to hear the waves crashing against one another. He wants to experience all of the things that the humans once talked about, that they once remembered fondly.

He breaths in the fresh air, cold and light without the smoke to fill it, and steels himself into killing the Iblis Trigger. He does not care for how this world will cope with it, does not care for how this world will be affected by it, does not care for the blood that will be on his hands and the sins that will weigh on his shoulders. All he wants, all he needs, all he deserves is to have that one happy ending, to have that one chance at restoring anything. If that makes him the bad guy, the evil person in this messed up story, then he will accept that.

And he will accept that even when God rests his soul.

Notes:

is this the closest to fluff that silver is going to get for now? yes
will i eventually write fluff for him? yes
is it going to be anytime soon? no :)