Anxiety was at an emotion Omega was not used to, yet it was the only explanation for what he was feeling. Never before had he actually looked forward to something, but after seeing his illusion today... Did it mean he'll come tonight?
Omega tried to look normal so the security would not be suspicious, lying in his shabby hammock and swinging slightly; he kept his eyes open in slits, staring at the window toward the hall and waited.
Perhaps even dared to hope.
Omega waited for minutes, hours, the night passing with no movement. The silence was normal; the dim lights outside contrasting to the forever-bright lights of his cage all a tiny comfort as he waited. Yet Omega was never the patient type, and when he assumed it was well after midnight he stopped swinging himself and looked to the ceiling. He felt something like disappointment, and fully closed his eyes, letting out a silent sigh. Omega mentally berated himself; to hope to see a hallucination... being locked in a glass box was doing more than whittling away his sanity. It was making him stupid.
Time flowed by and he resolved himself to just sleep the rest of it away. He didn’t bother getting more comfortable, just settled further into the hammock and began the hibernation process. As the process started, he felt a sort of burning feeling on his face; he swiped at his cheek in irritation, but the feeling wouldn’t go away. Hibernation always was so…
No. This ‘burning’ was familiar, associated to something else. Omega's eyes flew open as he felt that sensation at being stared at. He looked to the window, and standing there was his beautiful mirage. As always the illusion was smiling, this time a bit bigger, more confident. Omega sat up in his hammock but didn't go to the window. That smile, so disarming, kept him at the back of the glass room. That smile rendered him unable to do anything but stare. He was as still as the silence in the room.
Yet the hallucination seemed fine with that. He walked to the glass; carefully placing his hands against it, smiling all the while. Omega blinked, and a sort of twisting but good feeling came to him when the mirage remained. The lights on the glass played a trick on Omega’s eyes, giving the hallucination an aura, complimenting the soft blues of his robe and highlighting the halo shimmering above his head.
Omega didn’t believe in angels. They were figments of imagination, but since this was an illusion…
Who are you? Omega wanted to say, but the glass would not let his words through.
The hallucination looked behind himself, then back to the window. He leaned forward, breathing against the glass and traced against the now foggy surface with a fingertip. The phantom smiled wider, then brought the finger to his lips and winked. The look made Omega tense, more confusion mounting as he tried to comprehend what that expression actually meant. The fog faded before Omega even looked at it.
The mirage backed away from the window, and despite the aura he blended into the dim shadows of the hall, as quietly as he came. Only after when the being was gone did Omega finally moved; he slid off the hammock, slowly walking to the glass window. Glancing around for the guards, Omega leaned down and breathed against the glass.
For a few seconds, Omega could make out a faint 'X.'
Omega tried to look normal so the security would not be suspicious, lying in his shabby hammock and swinging slightly; he kept his eyes open in slits, staring at the window toward the hall and waited.
Perhaps even dared to hope.
Omega waited for minutes, hours, the night passing with no movement. The silence was normal; the dim lights outside contrasting to the forever-bright lights of his cage all a tiny comfort as he waited. Yet Omega was never the patient type, and when he assumed it was well after midnight he stopped swinging himself and looked to the ceiling. He felt something like disappointment, and fully closed his eyes, letting out a silent sigh. Omega mentally berated himself; to hope to see a hallucination... being locked in a glass box was doing more than whittling away his sanity. It was making him stupid.
Time flowed by and he resolved himself to just sleep the rest of it away. He didn’t bother getting more comfortable, just settled further into the hammock and began the hibernation process. As the process started, he felt a sort of burning feeling on his face; he swiped at his cheek in irritation, but the feeling wouldn’t go away. Hibernation always was so…
No. This ‘burning’ was familiar, associated to something else. Omega's eyes flew open as he felt that sensation at being stared at. He looked to the window, and standing there was his beautiful mirage. As always the illusion was smiling, this time a bit bigger, more confident. Omega sat up in his hammock but didn't go to the window. That smile, so disarming, kept him at the back of the glass room. That smile rendered him unable to do anything but stare. He was as still as the silence in the room.
Yet the hallucination seemed fine with that. He walked to the glass; carefully placing his hands against it, smiling all the while. Omega blinked, and a sort of twisting but good feeling came to him when the mirage remained. The lights on the glass played a trick on Omega’s eyes, giving the hallucination an aura, complimenting the soft blues of his robe and highlighting the halo shimmering above his head.
Omega didn’t believe in angels. They were figments of imagination, but since this was an illusion…
Who are you? Omega wanted to say, but the glass would not let his words through.
The hallucination looked behind himself, then back to the window. He leaned forward, breathing against the glass and traced against the now foggy surface with a fingertip. The phantom smiled wider, then brought the finger to his lips and winked. The look made Omega tense, more confusion mounting as he tried to comprehend what that expression actually meant. The fog faded before Omega even looked at it.
The mirage backed away from the window, and despite the aura he blended into the dim shadows of the hall, as quietly as he came. Only after when the being was gone did Omega finally moved; he slid off the hammock, slowly walking to the glass window. Glancing around for the guards, Omega leaned down and breathed against the glass.
For a few seconds, Omega could make out a faint 'X.'
/But I forget... you don't expect an easy answer./