08-10-2018, 10:07 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-10-2018, 11:27 AM by SAYØNARALULLABY.)
[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.
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.
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[glow=black,10,100][b]. CHOKING ON HOLLOW HALO, ABDOMEN FILLED WITH RICH ROSES [b].[i]
BROKEN BONES IN GOLD BLOOD; IS THIS WHAT IT MEANS TO BELIEVE?
[div style="margin-top: -1px; font-family: heiti sc; font-size: 10px; color: #000"]「 . AKA [color=#000]AYON . 4 MONTHS . SINNISHMARK SPAWN . PENNED BY DEVILAD; LIKEWISE THE POEM ON SIG . ICON©: SELF . 」
BROKEN BONES IN GOLD BLOOD; IS THIS WHAT IT MEANS TO BELIEVE?