birds singing in the sycamore tree

[baedalites]

As night falls on Baedal, the city is almost quiet. The streets have a few last minute workers returning home, but by now, most citizens have already gone by the temples and picked up their vurt, ready to lay down and dream.

After placing a not-feather in one's mouth, there's a moment where it fizzes against the tongue before sliding coolly down the back of the throat and pulling the user down into sleep. A series of impressions, more sensation than anything concrete, appears before the user and this is how one chooses which Dreamer to enter.

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[heardmermaids]

"Yes. There are theories that I know exist and I trust to be true, but I don't understand the facts of them." The papers flutter and fold up into an origami solar system, that shrinks as the 'camera' view expands to show the whole of the milky way. While not his usual field of interest, when Sebastian saw the Brian Cox series on the universe, he watched and rewatched it completely rapt.

"But that's the case for many things. I want to know more. I want to know all about the things that were 'pointless' to learn, but it takes a while." The universe refolds into a series of scrolls and short novels, wizarding titles with blank pages, and when he mentions the knowledge that was withheld inverts into rows and rows of books. Sebastian is still angry that so much of the muggle world was denied to him on the basis that it wouldn't prepare him for a practical magical career. If pressed, he would argue that critical thinking is a necessary skill for anyone, regardless of wizarding aptitude.

Scrubbing a hand over his face and spiking up his hair, reveals the scar, which somehow attracts the eye more than it ought to. It's not lit up, but there's a subtle pull to it that lessens once his hair is hanging back over in a messy fringe.

"As it stands now, I've done my piece and am not welcome back."

[diogenesis]

"It seems you have indeed done your piece," Mycroft says. That much is obvious, from the missing fingers and the PTSD to the "UNDESIRABLE #1" Mycroft had glimpsed as a headline in one of the newspapers summoned by Sebastian's avatar. Underneath the headline had been a photograph of Sebastian as a teenager.

"I have always found the phrase 'pointless knowledge' curious," he says. His features begin to meld back into forgettable obscurity; the scent of a storm fades away. The darkness, however, stays with him.

"After all, it is useful even to know falsehoods, as long as you are aware they are false."