07-22-2018, 05:38 AM
[size=9pt]Moon quickly gave up after that verse. His voice wasn't too great, and, to be completely honest, he didn't know the rest of the lyrics. He hummed the tune, monotonous, as he lay there, tracing the constellation with half lidded eyes. Everything was silent if he didn't, and he wasn't so fond of silence. It would only add to the vibe of the place. He'd go mad sooner than he'd starve.
But then there were paw steps. Light and treading the ground like it was thin ice. There was a smell, too, that drifted down the corridor and under the door and Moon stood up fast, eager like he'd just been taken off the death roll. He didn't know for sure who it was, only that the scent was slightly familiar-- herbs and flowers-- but, realistically, he knew very few people in the Ascendants and so it could only be one of 2. Let's just say he was hoping it was one over the other.
The door opened, and with it came Imperia. Tail lashing behind him, the lion steps back to make space for her and grins, "Frenchie! Thank fuck. Jesus, I was gonna' die in here. I could feel my expiry date closing in." He's ecstatic. Finally he can get the fuck out of here, and with his Dame in Shining Armour, no less. They hadn't really gotten to know each other, and he liked her a lot more than he cared to admit. There was something lovely about her; Moon wouldn't be surprised if everyone who came in contact with the wolf felt the same way he did. "You're gonna' think I'm more of a dumbass than you already do, but I'll explain later--" Cutting himself off, the lion steps forward towards the door, but he'd been distracted by Imperia and he failed to realize it was already swinging closed. Quick and stealthy, like death swooping in and taking them both up in its talons, the heavy door clicked shut. It was such a resounding sound, the finality to it almost poetic.
He went completely silent. He stared down the door with a maw that hung slightly open, as if willing the it to defy gravity and locks and just open. But it didn't happen. Moon turned his gaze on Imperia, completely devastated, and then carried himself to the far corner and slumped against it, again. He let his head tilt back, shut his eyes, and heaved the most melodramatic sigh to ever be heaved. "Alright," says the lion, "Get comfy. And, like, lower your standards. We're officially rotting; may as well get to know my coffin-mate."
But then there were paw steps. Light and treading the ground like it was thin ice. There was a smell, too, that drifted down the corridor and under the door and Moon stood up fast, eager like he'd just been taken off the death roll. He didn't know for sure who it was, only that the scent was slightly familiar-- herbs and flowers-- but, realistically, he knew very few people in the Ascendants and so it could only be one of 2. Let's just say he was hoping it was one over the other.
The door opened, and with it came Imperia. Tail lashing behind him, the lion steps back to make space for her and grins, "Frenchie! Thank fuck. Jesus, I was gonna' die in here. I could feel my expiry date closing in." He's ecstatic. Finally he can get the fuck out of here, and with his Dame in Shining Armour, no less. They hadn't really gotten to know each other, and he liked her a lot more than he cared to admit. There was something lovely about her; Moon wouldn't be surprised if everyone who came in contact with the wolf felt the same way he did. "You're gonna' think I'm more of a dumbass than you already do, but I'll explain later--" Cutting himself off, the lion steps forward towards the door, but he'd been distracted by Imperia and he failed to realize it was already swinging closed. Quick and stealthy, like death swooping in and taking them both up in its talons, the heavy door clicked shut. It was such a resounding sound, the finality to it almost poetic.
He went completely silent. He stared down the door with a maw that hung slightly open, as if willing the it to defy gravity and locks and just open. But it didn't happen. Moon turned his gaze on Imperia, completely devastated, and then carried himself to the far corner and slumped against it, again. He let his head tilt back, shut his eyes, and heaved the most melodramatic sigh to ever be heaved. "Alright," says the lion, "Get comfy. And, like, lower your standards. We're officially rotting; may as well get to know my coffin-mate."
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