[ are you afraid. ghost ]

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

FORGETTING LIES AND PAIN !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. OFFICER.

//Small trigger warning for a brief mention of suicide in the third paragraph; the last two paragraphs are the only ones that really matters!
TL;DR - Caesar was thinking about things that he's afraid of (although he didn't hear the deer's questions) and stumbles upon the fawn and Sil.

Although he could not hear the words the fawn uttered, that was a question Caesar often asked himself. Are you afraid? If you asked the Officer to his face, he would likely say no, he wasn't afraid of anything. When in truth, that was a lie. Caesar feared a couple of things; being worthless, not having some sort of fame, himself. Yes, Caesar feared himself - or at least, the subconscious part of him did. While the creatures native to Earth didn't know much about dream demons, Caesar, of course, knew what happens to their bodies if they kept doing what he was doing. Pushing back his emotions the way he does will cause stress on their bodies, eventually coming to what is known as Corruption.

Corruption was terrifying. Caesar never met anybody who suffered through it and at one point, was convinced that it was just an old wives' tale to scare children. Unfortunately, he learned otherwise; upon coming to Earth and pushing his emotions back so often, he begun bleeding from his nose - the first sign of possible Corruption. While it was nothing to be terribly concerned about yet, Caesar noticed sometimes it got so bad it came up through his mouth - the second sign. The final sign was something he has yet to experience, and he was petrified of it coming. Bleeding from the eyes was the third and final sign of Corruption and only lasted mere hours before a dream demon's body Corrupted, forming a hideously monstrous creature whom only had mere days - months at most - to live.

Caesar feared his Corruption was coming more quickly than he wanted it to. He didn't want to Corrupt but yet at the same time, he didn't want to come in terms with his past. He wanted to keep the reputation he had: that he was a fearless, ruthless being who didn't give a shit what people did or said about him. And yet if he kept doing that, he was going to end up causing his own demise and he knows that. In the back on his mind, Caesar wondered why he was allowing himself to practically commit suicide? After all, he was knowingly contributing to what is basically known as a dream demon's death. Corruption was a death sentence, simple as that.

The Officer idly kicked sand as he watched along the beach, lost in his own thoughts. The waves admittedly help soothed his nerves, although again, that was something he was unlikely to admit. If anybody asked, he'd probably tell them he just liked watching the waves crash onto the beach. Nearing the water, Caesar raised his gaze a little bit to see who he knows as Silus laying near the water, something curled around them. Tilting his head, Caesar made his way over to his grandchild. Upon coming closer, the image of a fawn got clearer to the Officer and it was quite the strange creature - with its blue fur and white spots. Definitely not your average deer. "Silus?" The demon called out to Sil, frowning down at them.

Did they even notice the young creature that curled on them? Caesar knew that Sil had been in a coma for a while, but did they not recover fully from it? Unfortunately, the demon didn't know Sil didn't really respond to their former name anymore. Flicking an ear, Caesar turned his gaze to the spirit, his eyes narrowed at it. He heard rumors of ghosts popping up around camp, though he wasn't particularly bothered by them. Figuring this spirit was just another one roaming around, Caesar tried swiping at the fawn with his paws - claws sheathed - as if he was trying to shoo it away.

#psychosocial.