Zeke
Zeke raised a bemused eyebrow and chortled, enjoying the dance surrounding his frail, innocent little vessel.
Truthfully, he looked a bit surprised, but accepted it gladly nonetheless. A snap. That's all it takes, and the void poured out of his hand and formed a human silouhette. Small, slender, and finally more detailed. Until the shard of the night sky took the shape of the cerulean mage of before. The one whose eyes shine like stars.
"The dragon? The stars in the night sky? that black abyss crying out to be filled, the voices in your head that won't ever stop and give you the silence you so utterly crave. You are the one who are many, yet you are one. But as the sun sets, you aren't even you anymore." This figment spoke with her voice, resting by the old man's lap as she repeated the same words the real deal spoke before. He scratched her like she was a pet, but the passion in his soul was akin to someone scratching their back. He didn't seem to really care.
He didn't.
A lot of words for a lot of nothing, eh? The truth is, I'm no one. Yet I'm also myself. And the jewels I collect also become part of me. As he... thought that, in Aruna's mind, the stars in Zeke's darkness started shimmering more brightly, one by one.
Each and every one of them were happy.
And I'm bored.