05-11-2022, 05:17 AM
AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — it just sucks to try and explain
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The thought of staying home by oneself was not something he was unfamiliar with. Or he normally wasn't, but today was a different day, the weather had drawn him out after days of unrest and staying awake without any break for his body. The joys of insomnia, driving himself to his very physical limits.
Cleaning wasn't such a strange idea, in fact, he kept his house as clean as well ... as it could be with all of his varying projects scattered about the house. For those who entered into it, they would be treated by the sight of flower beds in all matters of pots and containers he had found within the junkyard, lanterns lit close to them when the sun was down. Today, the sun was high above and he was in need of water for his plants, drawing him outside much sooner than he had thought he would be.
With the approaching swell of heat and disgusting misery that summer was, he knew the scent of decay and rot would spread through the swampland, leaving the Tom to his own devices on how best to protect his nose. With the summer would come a habit he didn't hold much enjoyment to, a habit that had been used as a coping mechanism in the past. In fact, he might have to grow more of it, tobacco, that is. This habit was usually disguised under nightfall and hidden by the scent of flowers around his home and usually sitting upon his shoulders.
His ears lifted now, shoulders deep in tasks to do to prepare for the hot weather, a pile of his belongings close to his front door for use of holding water, or to communicate. He heard a faint rasping as was followed by a call of his name, some small part of him wishing that he was back home, back in the camp of the golden eye, back with arlo and fragglerock. Cory ... he'd seen himself in the single father, at least, somewhere in there. Fragglerock had pretty much been his other son, Sethiram and Fragglerock being the two children that he had cared for. He wondered how the once rabbit had been, if he'd learned how to live in his lion body. How he would have been surprised if he'd known who his son had once been to the lands he now called home.
Right. Summoning. He was being summoned, more or less. Pausing as he backed out of the rotten floorboards and the route they'd made to the ground beneath the house, he padded towards the front door. Paw gently pressing against the silver necklace, a gift given to him by Cory, a small smile working across his maw. A gift ... it had been a long, long time since he'd received a gift. Exhaling now, he pushed towards the door, pushing it open and stepping onto the patio to see Cory. Without his knowledge, a stupid little smile came across him again, ears perking forward as he walked across the wooden boards to him.
Crouching down with a tip of his head, sticking his head through the rails on the edge of the patio, sniffing at Cory. He smelt of dust among other things, likely in the same manner of cleaning as he was. It was a good day for it, there was a gentle breeze afoot, and it felt good after being indoors for so long. Pulling back to fall into a stretch and a mighty yawn, the ever present amaryllis returning to life upon his shoulders.
Eyes shutting at a strong gale that rattled through the budding branches of the trees and bushes, tossing about old leaves of the previous fall season, left whole by ignorant paws. A soft laugh would bubble in his chest, paw raised to his maw as he opened his eyes again, watching the leaves fluttering in the air. It wouldn't do for the other to become a blockade to the leaves, reaching out to harmlessly bat at any that came close to Cory, pulling his head back from the rails and cooking his tail at him to indicate he should come onto the patio. What need did he have of him?
Cleaning wasn't such a strange idea, in fact, he kept his house as clean as well ... as it could be with all of his varying projects scattered about the house. For those who entered into it, they would be treated by the sight of flower beds in all matters of pots and containers he had found within the junkyard, lanterns lit close to them when the sun was down. Today, the sun was high above and he was in need of water for his plants, drawing him outside much sooner than he had thought he would be.
With the approaching swell of heat and disgusting misery that summer was, he knew the scent of decay and rot would spread through the swampland, leaving the Tom to his own devices on how best to protect his nose. With the summer would come a habit he didn't hold much enjoyment to, a habit that had been used as a coping mechanism in the past. In fact, he might have to grow more of it, tobacco, that is. This habit was usually disguised under nightfall and hidden by the scent of flowers around his home and usually sitting upon his shoulders.
His ears lifted now, shoulders deep in tasks to do to prepare for the hot weather, a pile of his belongings close to his front door for use of holding water, or to communicate. He heard a faint rasping as was followed by a call of his name, some small part of him wishing that he was back home, back in the camp of the golden eye, back with arlo and fragglerock. Cory ... he'd seen himself in the single father, at least, somewhere in there. Fragglerock had pretty much been his other son, Sethiram and Fragglerock being the two children that he had cared for. He wondered how the once rabbit had been, if he'd learned how to live in his lion body. How he would have been surprised if he'd known who his son had once been to the lands he now called home.
Right. Summoning. He was being summoned, more or less. Pausing as he backed out of the rotten floorboards and the route they'd made to the ground beneath the house, he padded towards the front door. Paw gently pressing against the silver necklace, a gift given to him by Cory, a small smile working across his maw. A gift ... it had been a long, long time since he'd received a gift. Exhaling now, he pushed towards the door, pushing it open and stepping onto the patio to see Cory. Without his knowledge, a stupid little smile came across him again, ears perking forward as he walked across the wooden boards to him.
Crouching down with a tip of his head, sticking his head through the rails on the edge of the patio, sniffing at Cory. He smelt of dust among other things, likely in the same manner of cleaning as he was. It was a good day for it, there was a gentle breeze afoot, and it felt good after being indoors for so long. Pulling back to fall into a stretch and a mighty yawn, the ever present amaryllis returning to life upon his shoulders.
Eyes shutting at a strong gale that rattled through the budding branches of the trees and bushes, tossing about old leaves of the previous fall season, left whole by ignorant paws. A soft laugh would bubble in his chest, paw raised to his maw as he opened his eyes again, watching the leaves fluttering in the air. It wouldn't do for the other to become a blockade to the leaves, reaching out to harmlessly bat at any that came close to Cory, pulling his head back from the rails and cooking his tail at him to indicate he should come onto the patio. What need did he have of him?
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THE FLOWER BURNS