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chapter i - fairy lights

wanderlust - [ noun ]

a craving to travel; to explore, and seek adventure.

baby let's get out of the city,
we need to breathe some cleaner air

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Freedom. That's what he wanted. A tranquil, safe and new place.
Sitting on his bed, he fiddled with a pile of illuminated fairy lights, of all colours. Other than that, the room was dimly illuminated. Glancing up, he gazed at the glass on the surface of his tower, the moon gazing back.

Sighing, he placed the jumble around his bed and spread it around his room. Opening a nearby chest, he grabbed a melon piece and shut it. Stepping towards the thread-the-needle in the middle of his rooms, he bounced through. Once down he rubbed his shoes against a rug and checked himself in the mirror. He swiped away at his chestnut hair and edged closer to the miniature lamp that lit the entire part of the tower. Nodding to himself, he pushed the door open, locking and then moving away from the tower, towards his portal through the almost entirely dark forest. The torches to his side perfectly irradiated his path.

How lucky Phil took time out of his day to decorate his and RT's base.

A portal stood, buried in the sand and enhanced in a violet purple glow. The boy rushed in, his sweater reflecting red under the husky light.
Within a matter of seconds, he was elsewhere, in a tunnel of dark black and greenish yellow, and it seemed as if the coal-like surface was attacking the lime passage like invaders. With his timbs sliding against the mushy material, he sped through to be exposed to a huge open area with dark amber walls and creations. Running through and glancing at the whale statue, quickly smiling, he checked his postbox to find it had been nonexistent.

He scratched his head through his beanie. Me attempting to be social was always a mistake, what am I doing? He thought, but either way made his way towards a tunnel.

As he frantically latched onto a boat, he glided through, pulling out a small map and opening it with a crumple of ancient age. Tracing his index finger over the creases and lightly highlighted areas, he scanned the texts. Finally done, he arrived at once again another portal, and he put the map away, exiting the boat.

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"Schlatt!" His deep voice rang through the small place as he slammed the door open. Schlatty was probably either asleep or writing at this time, and he didn't think about the heart attack he could serve him.
"W-Wilbur! What the fuck man." He replied with his gruff voice and Wilbur could hear a light scratching as he revealed himself behind a corner.

"What do you need man...? It's sleepy time bro." He ruffled his brown hair and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"I was gonna ask about something, I'm sorry I always wake you up," he cackled -
"...Would you mind?" His eyebrows rose as he set aside a few of his friend's items and spread the small map out.

"What do you think?" A smile broadened on Wil's face as he visibly watched Schlatt scan the map.
"I think yes. An effective investment." He pronounced as he fixed his tie, a satisfied expression settling on his face.

"You know, Schlatt..." Wilbur perched on the horned man's bed, running his hand through his hair. "I'm just kind of tired. Of this place. It just feels so..."
"Boring? Dull?" The man in the suit finished off his sentence. Visibly concerned, he positioned his long fingers on the yellow sweater of the British man.
"No! ...It just feels like everything's been done. I don't want to permanently leave this place, I just want to explore. You know, meet new people... Discover new places, uncover interesting cultures... Build new architecture." He squeezed his eyes shut in concentration. "I love all the people here, it's wonderful and my life changed when I started living here. I've never grown so close with someone like I have with you, Connor, Carson, Angel, Asaii, Spoon... Pete, Ted... Fuck it, even Pokimane. I appreciate everyone so much, but I just-"

Schlatty ceased him in his tracks, lifting a finger to his lips. "Wilbur I understand, and I feel similar to you. These assholes griefed my house!" He chuckled, mutually humorous for a moment. "I just want to say you don't have to explain, this is a completely valid feeling and I sadly can't do anything, apart from telling you you shouldn't feel guilty."

Wilbur's eyes glistened with hope as he flashed a broad smile at his friend. "I no homo love you bro," he fistbumped the other man, gaining a reply of a smirk.