08-26-2018, 10:17 PM
24. winter
Dagon just wished it wasn’t so fucking snowy here. Well, there was a lot of things he wished for and that was one of them. He also wished Dimitri would show his fucking face again. Maybe Dimitri was the central to part to them and with the tom missing, they were like an analog machine missing parts and a clock trying to tick but the hands couldn’t move. They were alone and one their own, no Dimitri and a new Desdemona.
Dagon fucking hated this new bitch. He wished it wasn’t so fucking- the tom let out a yell, stomping into the snow with anger, as if that would help any, and scratched at the earth beneath the snow. It was always fucking cold and they had to grow their fur out to even attempt to withstand Snowbound’s eternal winter. He feared the idea that, one day, true winter would come to Snowbound. He had imagined it in their head- any existing body of water would be frozen over, the snow would be thick to the chest and they’d fall in it. Was it possible to drown in snow? Maybe Darby would help them find out. Maybe. Oh, whatever. He imagined they would horde more blankets and they would try to find any source of heat besides their own body heat. Dagon started pacing in the room, looking about their possessions and found a sigh releasing his body.
What would they do if Dimitri never came back? What then?
Dagon just wished it wasn’t so fucking snowy here. Well, there was a lot of things he wished for and that was one of them. He also wished Dimitri would show his fucking face again. Maybe Dimitri was the central to part to them and with the tom missing, they were like an analog machine missing parts and a clock trying to tick but the hands couldn’t move. They were alone and one their own, no Dimitri and a new Desdemona.
Dagon fucking hated this new bitch. He wished it wasn’t so fucking- the tom let out a yell, stomping into the snow with anger, as if that would help any, and scratched at the earth beneath the snow. It was always fucking cold and they had to grow their fur out to even attempt to withstand Snowbound’s eternal winter. He feared the idea that, one day, true winter would come to Snowbound. He had imagined it in their head- any existing body of water would be frozen over, the snow would be thick to the chest and they’d fall in it. Was it possible to drown in snow? Maybe Darby would help them find out. Maybe. Oh, whatever. He imagined they would horde more blankets and they would try to find any source of heat besides their own body heat. Dagon started pacing in the room, looking about their possessions and found a sigh releasing his body.
What would they do if Dimitri never came back? What then?