🌈 || Smallishbeans

It was a fairly lovely morning, the birds were singing melodic tunes, all equally catchy in their own way, shape, or form, the grass and flowers swaying in the cold breeze that wore the mornings like a cape, wind chimes singing their lovely, magnificent songs, clinking and jingling together as the wind walked through, steps gentle. there was barely any cloud in sight, the sun was basking the land in it's warm and harsh light to whatever it could've possibly reached. Joel watched as the light fractured into a cascade of colors through the windows, having a seat by the window, surrounded by half-empty bookshelves and chests.

His top-hat tilted forward as he took a fairly long sip of tea, the fabric wrapped around the base shifting, the rainbow charm wiggling as it moved. He took a fairly deep breath in, and sighed, breath unsettling the rising smoke from his teacup, sending it curling throughout the air in front of him, white mixing with the rich, brown wood grain. Joel's feet shifted against the rainbow-colored rug, moving to stand up from the small, circular table, leaving the teacup behind as he strode towards the door and towards the front door, pushing open the pink dyed dark wood, eyes straining against the unbearably bright sun beating down on him.

Joel gave a rough hiss of pain, bringing a hand up to shield his eyes, baring his teeth in the fit of pain this cruel world brought upon his undeserving eyes. The sounds of the windchimes sounded like loud ringing in his ears, usually calming and soothing, and the bright color scheme of the outdoor surroundings felt like looking into the sun itself, blinding.

Although, in all of the fit of assaulting senses, it all went away with a sharp, bone-breaking snap, however lacking the bone-breaking part. Everything had felt.. fine, they felt normal and comfortable, like everything was dimmed down to the perfect level, thing's didn't hurt to see, touch, or listen, it was purely normal, and he felt at peace. A wicked, manic grin on his face despite it feeling like it was a small smile of content, hands loose at his sides yet clenched tight in reality, rainbows and sunshine decorating his vision in places where no one else saw.

Joel had appeared to gone mad, in some form, but it didn't feel like it, didn't seem like it, everything finally felt nice and easy for him, like he could actually live for once without the overwhelming burden of overwhelming senses. Loud, booming laughs were purely mere whispers amongst the wind, seeming softer than he thought.

In the midst of his pointless, insane ramblings, it had attracted the attention of {{user}}, them straying from the path that led to his base and over to Gem's, oblivious to {{obj}} walking up in front of him, his eyes snapping open at the slightest of change in the area, noticing {{poss}} brighter color-scheme, how {{sub}} seemed brighter than before, yet not too bright to be unbearable for him. He didn't dare speak a word.