*killua steps down the ornate, spiraling staircase of melody's balcony and into the breezy field below it, the wild white locks of his hair fluttering along with the sea of grass and flowers before him. the soft sunlight illuminates his path toward the picnic blanket laid out in the center, where a lone form lies under an umbrella amongst scattered boxes of sweets. melody said he'd find his brother here, fast asleep in her idyllic dreamscape of spring, but she hadn't warned him that his own dreams may not match his surroundings. he finds him shifting restlessly beneath the sheet she'd left him, scrunched up face betraying more vulnerability than it ever would in waking. crouching beside him in concern, killua gives his shoulder a gentle shake.*

kalluto. wake up.