10-08-2018, 12:02 AM
[align=center][div style="width:450px; font-size:7.9pt;line-height:1.2;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;letter-spacing:.5px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]“Are you afraid?” Gentle question, faint chill of breath drawn across ears that have no wish to hear, deaf to quiet plea behind it. For only so long can one ignore it, permit the world a seat in the back of it all, nothing but a side effect to be brushed aside for later contemplation. Velvet, warm and smooth, as though rubbed by hands until it is left bare, chill within the wet texture. Pressing into shoulder, sliding until it finds the divot between.
Paws still though tremor is present, slight as they curl inward, head lowering to meet them. Dark eye moves over what is set before them, pages yellowed as time sought to destroy it all, words worn until they are little more than ghosts they find difficult to decipher. Slow shake, ears drawn back as they turn, casting gaze over their shoulder. The sight to greet them is strange, large head nestled within their back, warmth present though the thing looking back at them holds no life.
Once might have been the possibility, a heart encased in the hollow of the chest beating, a course written through it within a network of veins left barren now. Faint is the want, probing questions held behind the teeth as they look upon one another, questioning each with only the eyes. Huff of breath, chill encasing it as fog escapes, lifting away and distinct is the lack of contact now. They want to reach out, grasp the head and draw it back until they cheek finds the nose once more, feel each breath. Lungs are dead, each for mere show, a want to be alive in actions it must think of or else it stills.
“Why not?” Quiet curiosity masking something more, shreds of annoyance as though it grows displeased at answer given once more, repeated over and over, each time the question filling air encased in silence. Sil could not recall the day – or might it have been night that had encased them – when first they had found the strange traveller by their side. It had huffed gently, allowed its head to gently touch upon theirs, speaking the question. Now it seemed a mantra to it, followed by further, spiralling into an anger they know isn't truly there.
Across the nose, light a touch barely grazing, paw so small against the dark flesh. Hum rises, lips curling until sneer is present, pulling away as the deer moves. The path it takes is familiar to both, moving through the door as though no wood is there to bare its way, walking out onto the beach which stretches out before their home. In quiet contemplation they follow, unsure now, never calling to it, simply watching the blue toned figure as it walks across the sand.
Lagging some Sil finally gives in, allows exhaustion to draw them down. Moments pass, beats they count in time with their heart, before it is turning, walking back to them. About their sitting frame it curls, so young a thing, a fawn in truth, head turned away while it speaks once more. “Are you afraid?”
[ i don't even know, everyone will be able to see the fawn it pretty much looks like a regular deer just blue with white fawn spots ]
Paws still though tremor is present, slight as they curl inward, head lowering to meet them. Dark eye moves over what is set before them, pages yellowed as time sought to destroy it all, words worn until they are little more than ghosts they find difficult to decipher. Slow shake, ears drawn back as they turn, casting gaze over their shoulder. The sight to greet them is strange, large head nestled within their back, warmth present though the thing looking back at them holds no life.
Once might have been the possibility, a heart encased in the hollow of the chest beating, a course written through it within a network of veins left barren now. Faint is the want, probing questions held behind the teeth as they look upon one another, questioning each with only the eyes. Huff of breath, chill encasing it as fog escapes, lifting away and distinct is the lack of contact now. They want to reach out, grasp the head and draw it back until they cheek finds the nose once more, feel each breath. Lungs are dead, each for mere show, a want to be alive in actions it must think of or else it stills.
“Why not?” Quiet curiosity masking something more, shreds of annoyance as though it grows displeased at answer given once more, repeated over and over, each time the question filling air encased in silence. Sil could not recall the day – or might it have been night that had encased them – when first they had found the strange traveller by their side. It had huffed gently, allowed its head to gently touch upon theirs, speaking the question. Now it seemed a mantra to it, followed by further, spiralling into an anger they know isn't truly there.
Across the nose, light a touch barely grazing, paw so small against the dark flesh. Hum rises, lips curling until sneer is present, pulling away as the deer moves. The path it takes is familiar to both, moving through the door as though no wood is there to bare its way, walking out onto the beach which stretches out before their home. In quiet contemplation they follow, unsure now, never calling to it, simply watching the blue toned figure as it walks across the sand.
Lagging some Sil finally gives in, allows exhaustion to draw them down. Moments pass, beats they count in time with their heart, before it is turning, walking back to them. About their sitting frame it curls, so young a thing, a fawn in truth, head turned away while it speaks once more. “Are you afraid?”
[ i don't even know, everyone will be able to see the fawn it pretty much looks like a regular deer just blue with white fawn spots ]
