10-14-2018, 01:23 AM
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“Feathers...” Half formed thought swirling about the mind, gentle press of simple word until it is rising. Though lips move, follow the structure of it, no sound may arise from skin that has been broken, felt the touch of teeth during nights sleep had become fitful. Rather it was a soft murmur, a sound expressed through tentative touch, mind reaching in a way that feels strange. He had grown accustomed to it, this presence of something in the center of his mind gently tugging.
Though no tone was conveyed, gentle voice freed of such things, the twist of features spoke for him instead. Eyes grew wide as they touched upon the figure, familiar in some ways yet a blur upon the edge of memory, barely formed until it proved nothing more than a wash of colour barely contained into a solid mass. Unsteady tread drew him closer, gaze flicking between all present until it found him once more, paw reaching in want to touch upon leg. Worry found root, soft sound escaping scarred throat.
“Where Moon, is he okay?” He doesn't wish to speak the words, head turning until Har is looking off across the waves, unable to meet the eyes of the hybrid. Want is there in his chest, driving him to think briefly upon returning with Gabe, but fear is there to temper it, sharpen soft edges.
[align=center]Though no tone was conveyed, gentle voice freed of such things, the twist of features spoke for him instead. Eyes grew wide as they touched upon the figure, familiar in some ways yet a blur upon the edge of memory, barely formed until it proved nothing more than a wash of colour barely contained into a solid mass. Unsteady tread drew him closer, gaze flicking between all present until it found him once more, paw reaching in want to touch upon leg. Worry found root, soft sound escaping scarred throat.
“Where Moon, is he okay?” He doesn't wish to speak the words, head turning until Har is looking off across the waves, unable to meet the eyes of the hybrid. Want is there in his chest, driving him to think briefly upon returning with Gabe, but fear is there to temper it, sharpen soft edges.
[glow=#000,1,400]I NEED IT TO STOP SO LET ME TELL YOU PLEASE — ✧[/glow]