CAN’T CUT YOU UP AND HIDE YOU // JOINING

[aesior]

EVERY GRIN WE SHARE IS LIKE.
"speech." . 'thoughts' . attack

all truths be told, he really should be abed and resting his aching back with its screaming nerves, but the territory never slept and winter was on the hells of fall. coughing as he limped along, following in seven's path, well aware of the chiding that the reaper would give him when she discovered his presence. the weather as of late had been good for the few crops that they grew, but the tom found himself in a sense of concern and flurry now that harvest loomed closer and closer, inheriting a sense of restlessness.

the voice of the stranger reached out to his gray ears, green-gray eyes following suit to observe the dark serval upon their borders. limping up now beside seven, standing close to the blind tigress, nodding a greeting and agreement with what the reaper had spoken. a shudder ran through him as he set down the basket he was carrying in his mouth, back too weak to carry his regular bags. pulling out his notebook with concentrated effort, drawing aside a stick of charcoal and wood, scrawling wide spaced words on the paper, lacking the finer loops of his script when pain didn't contaminate his form. pushing it toward the stranger, the script would read, 'Aesior. This good home.', he would settle back down, poppies springing up upon his shoulders and waving gently in the wind, sprigs of thyme slowly appearing as well, in a sense of calming for himself even from the scent alone. perhaps he should look for some lavender on the way home.

//poppies - i am hurting/in pain. thyme - i can do this/comfort //

A PRAYER COMMITTED TO THE SONG WE SING.
aesior opheles of tanglewood. -- grim - feline shifter.

credit @/teef