((gonna go to sera’s))
Sandy slid off the sofa despite part of him - the biggest, loudest part - wanted nothing more than to conjure a dreamsand blanket and fall asleep. He motioned Pitch to follow him outside, even grabbed his hand again to lead him out even though he knew the Boogeyman knew the way since they’d walked down that path earlier. Truth to be told, he had the impression Pitch enjoyed the contact, and Sandy wasn’t averse to it at all (in fact, quite the opposite). ‘Okay, I’ll just need to know where I should drop you off.’
When his hand was grabbed while following along, something about it hurt deep down, but at the same time it was… nice. In shorter terms, at least, he thought. “Alright then..” He nodded, unaware that when Sandy had grabbed his hand, he had gripped it in return, not about to let go quite yet. Keeping up with the shorter man, he looked around as they moved. “…wait does this mean I’ll be riding on your dream cloud… thing?” The only point he was nervous of was his left hand touching any of the sand. At present his right hand could touch it without corrupting, but his left hand had little control when this much of his true self was showing.
'Yeah, why? Is there a problem?' He searched Pitch's face for hint of what the issue might be and thought back to their previous conversation. The memory of Pitch turning his sand into nightmare sand came to the surface. Well, he couldn't let him ride on his cloud if there was the risk of of him inadvertedly corrupting his sand. 'Oh - I didn't think about it, sorry. Do you think we will be ok if I lay down a blanket on it?'
Miranda looked back at him and nodded. She closed her eyes and thought about what she wanted to do, but didn’t go anywhere. “I can’t do that yet.” She sighed and looked down.
He patted her shoulder comfortingly. ‘It’s okay, I just wanted to see how far you could go.’ This was her first day of practice afterall, he really didn’t expect her to be able of fully using her abilities just yet. ’Why don’t you keep practicing with your voice? I’ll be down there in case anything happens.’
"It’s no problem at all." She reassured him as she began to lead them away from the ship. "Oh no, I don’t live far at all. We will be there in no time."
The young Pooka was excited to show Sanderson her home. While they walked, she decided to keep up the conversation. “What is it like being a Star Pilot? I can only imagine the adventures you must have…”
He followed her, half walking and half floating by her side, all the while looking around to take in the view. It felt odd walking on a planet and not finding stars everywhere he looked. It continuosly surprised him to find grass beneath his feet, and stars only in the sky.
'It's very exciting!' He grinned at her and pointed to the sky. 'You get to be among the stars and travel a lot.' Very slowly, his grin turned sour. 'Unfortunately, it's also pretty lonely sometimes.'
'And what is it like living here?'
im going to jail for excessive cuteness and manslaughter
this is ur pilot speaking……..fuck u
((I made myself with that gifset
can you imagine it tho, Sandy’s parents still alive when the news comes that their only son is lost in the war. And they never even got to say goodbye or stand by his side because they were all Star Pilots and Sandy grew up in his own little group of Star Pilot, his own star family. But they gave gave part of themselves to create him, and they aren’t gonna see his light anymore))
Its 8 am for me right now :/ kinda borred right now…