// Output open thread; reading • System.out.pt.2("Shadow");

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　　　( Define shadow: [sup]Noun[/sup] 1. A dark area or shape produced by a body coming between rays of light and a surface. / 2. Partial or complete darkness, especially as produced in this way. )

　　　All teeth. / All shadows underneath shadows. / All teeth. / Their thin white lights hangs at the back of his celestial mind. / Though, no comfort is found in any of them when they only outlines their shapes, forming both black and white teeth within his head. / Tearing thoughts. / Biting brain. / Ripping consciousness.

　　　 Ayon came home from the falling visit to Tanglewood unharmed from the greedy eyes and snapping jaws regardless. / Though, his heart weeps over the fact he just...left his family behind there. / His mother's gesture of wrapping him closer to her was a saying he must go. / Flee. / Be free. / Not abandoning them, no, no, no.

　　　With worn out bones and aching fragile flesh, he can only have faith his family will make it out of the danger alright, so, he hope, and hope, and hope.

　　　( There is only silence in black and white. )

　　　Chest tightens from ivory ribcage trapping in his heart and lungs closer together, the lost star gasps broken wishes and tries to reach out for anything that are close to him. / Let him be brave. / Let him breathe. / Let him rise from his grave and touch the stars.

　　　One, two, three, there, Ayon finds a book suitable for the children's eager eyes and ears from the library, where he often finds ease in the most out of anywhere. / While he believes this work appears easy but intriguing for him to keep out the unwanted teeth and emerald hearts, however, he himself can't do it alone.

　　　Help. / Help. / Help.

　　　The kit takes the children book and takes off, movements erratic. / He ends up in front of a room that belongs to—

　　　❝ ...Ch...Charon... ❞ / Charon. / Charon. / Charon. / His older sister in glory gold. / Ayon lets his voice enter through the door's bottom space without opening it. / A breeze across the cemetery into a pale church. / He hesitates, but pushes the book behind his call for her to know his reason of being there. / ❝ Re..ad... ❞

　　　One, two, three. / ❝ Ple-plea... ❞ / Their teeth are growing and growing.

　　　❝Pl-please... ❞

　　　Help. / Help. / Help him.

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© lexasperated

I WISH YOU COULD SEE THE WICKED TRUTH
CAUGHT UP IN A RUSH, IT'S KILLING YOU

The princess normally tried to stay out of trouble, and she usually succeeded in that aspect - unfortunately, this sometimes kept her out of the loop of her siblings. Their latest escapade to Tanglewood's swamp being the most recent example, and perhaps the only event Charon wished she tagged along with. She heard from secondhand sources about meeting their estranged Aunts and the outright stupidity of the Tanglewoods members. Her opinions, however, don't take into consideration how the event scarred her little brother; he hasn't told her about his harrowing escape or the gleaming, saliva-dripping teeth. 

She is thinking about this as she holds her two paws close together, concentrating as she stares at them as though they hold the secret to the universe: because they do. The meeting scarred her almost as much as the teeth terrified Ayon, but her obsession lies in the thrilling rush of power she felt for a brief moment. She yearns to feel it again, but... the crackles don't come and she is left feeling like a fool after she stares at her paws for hours straight.

So, when she hears the whisper of her name, she discards her latest attempt to master electricity with gleeful relief. The golden child turns on her dark bedspread. Her room is covered in candles, the flickering lights throwing dancing, twitching shadows across her walls and floor, and her body is illuminated by the ones closet to her. She scrambles on the plush surface before her balance stabilizes; then, in one powerful motion, she leaps off her bed and arches through the air like her beautiful lightning. Her right forepaw hooks onto the door handle; gravity opens it, as she continues falling and lands in a less than graceful landing on the floor.

But she stands up quickly, unshaken in her excitement to do anything other than fail at conjuring her power. Besides, she likes Ayon; he is the cutest of her little siblings, and he tends to annoy her the least while simultaneously forging more happy memories with her. She pushes open the door the rest of the way, the edges of her golden fur glowing against the candlelight behind her while the black tussles of her mane appear to ooze into the darkness of her room. Charon is outwardly a juxtaposition of two entirely different things - ethereal and ominous - and those qualities are certain to grow stronger with time.

She grins down at him, her lips crooked and fangs poking out. "Of course, come in. Do you need help getting up on the bed?" she says, her golden eyes on him before they eventually drift to the book he brought with him. She doesn't recognize it, but that's good - she'd wither away if she kept reading the same old book to him night after night. Picking it up with her teeth for him, she walks back into her room, though she pauses at the doorway to let him in. Charon isn't fond of the random screams that sometimes escape out of the dungeon into the upper levels of the mansion, so it's habit for her to keep the door closed now.

TAGS • WRITTEN BY AXIOM

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© LEXASPERATED

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[align=center][div style="width: 455px; text-align: justify; font-family: nyala; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #000"]　　　Ayon awkwardly straightens his posture once the door swings open, revealing the cheetah he hoped to see. / He stares at how much his sister shines and shines. / All glitter and gold. /  A fire. / Dangerous. / How she speaks with rage, a sun collapses beneath her silver tongue. / Melting protection, revealing skeleton. / The kit shifts in his seat.

　　　A fire, dangerous, yes, but to him, Charon is a fire that also creates comfort and security. / Will she embrace him whole, and he will be more than grateful to accept it. / ❝ Pr-pretty... ❞ / As Ayon speaks, a white feather dipping in rich fondness, he attempts to hug his older sister's foreleg and rubs against her furs with his forehead. / Warmth. / Welcoming.

　　　If Ayon's hug are to be accepted, he then pushes himself away from the other. / Though, the oceans in his eyes throws away any ease that's there when he looks back to Charon. / Teeth. / Teeth. / Teeth. / Grinning white dagger. / The star child releases a shaky breath and tries to focus on her empty words instead. / Come in. / Come in. / Do you need help getting on top of the deathbed?

　　　❝ Um... ❞ / The kit enters his sister's room, and at the sight of her bed, he sits once again to press a paw against his neck. / Meanwhile, he carefully glances around to see there are little fires flickering and twirling in the dark. / A sign shows there is no harm. / Only home. / Ayon closes his eyes, taking several breathes, before his baby blues shows and are on Charon.

　　　He slowly reaches his forelegs out towards her and lets his claws unsheathe and sheathe, repeating, and repeating. / Help. / Help. / Help, does his gesture sings along with the dancing fires.