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⠀ ❛ 𝓑rought in from 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝑽𝑰𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 became everything . ❜ ——— ♛ ——— aria nova ; the city’s most secretive photographer. a mutant blessed with wings and cursed with clairvoyance. marvel verse. penned by #sᴏʟᴇɪʟ.

˚ . ✵ ✵ 　 　　　　　　 ˚ 　 * 𝘐𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘎𝘰𝘥’𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯, 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯.　 ·　 　　 ⊹ ⋆ . · ⋆ ✵ · · 　✷ ·　　　　 ✺ ·

She’s casually experimenting with a broken guitar, wondering if she can replace the strings. Not for her, but as a favour.

Click, click. Her camera is quite loud but the moon is so bright tonight, it makes her a bit happy to have something to capture.

Quiet sigh. The rat with wings has arrived.

— 「 ✗ 」

Yawns, arms stretching in sync with her wings. Mind the wingspan. If she hits you, she hits you.

No. This is all quite new to her. The more she knows, the more things begin to make more sense. Aria’s unsure if that’s good or bad. “Not inordinately. I was just . . . bored and I happened to come across it. Can’t seem to figure it out quite yet.”

Try her. Though she would sort of . . . be quite alarmed . . . She would still consider it as a part of the new world she’s found herself in. “Yes. You move it all ways to get to the same colours to match with each other.”

Aria’s brows rose in silent judgement but she bit her tongue. Whatever this creature was, he sure was . . . eccentric and perhaps a bit too haunting. “Have at it,” she said with a shrug, carefully passing it to him.

“It’s more of . . . an enrichment toy,” Aria hesitated to say, fingers moving to shuffle the colours around in random patterns and such. “Every side has to be one solid colour. You have to move it all ways in some sort of specific manner . . . to get there. Try it.”

Why, why, why, why, why is it so damn cold all of a sudden? “Oh, god, jeez.”

For a split second, Aria closed her eyes in mild disappointment before giving the other her full attention. This was becoming a habit, encountering what had to have been strange creatures or beings. “This? It’s a toy. A Rubik’s—— You’ve never seen this?”

Alarmed, the cube nearly bounces from her hand before she reaches to grasp it again. “Oh, ( jeez ). You know, you can’t be sneaking up on people like that.”

“Fuck. Aw, fuck.” The cube is all perfect. Save for the one red square on the blue side.

Currently, she’s fiddling with a Rubik’s cube on a bench.

She’s pinning her hair up. She never lets her hair up. Dude. Dude. Come on. Why?

Why is it so goddamn hot——?!