THE SNAKES BEGIN TO LAUGH ☆ o, MEETING 11/07

[Grimm]

Rage — misguided and sudden, the kindling of a wildfire set to blaze beneath the spark of decision not discussed prior. Adrift the child as lost the comfort of other, proximity enough the hushed sounds of movement and breath encapsulated and soothe, wide the eyes that moved between the rest. Harsh the words they carelessly threw at Rhine, as though choice had been his and not offer put forth for Vaas to decide alone, confusion and the sparks of his own anger begun. It was kit his however, a pale ghost of that others felt, choking as throat closed about it.

Gentle words, reassurance he may not give yet was forced to, explanation calming the tides. Still it lingered, the seating heat scorching his skin, coat bristled in such manner he seemed no child, lore a mound of fluff. Another in such state, voice lacking volume as understanding settled, upward drift of attention. No love lost between supposed family, though inkling of something akin to affection had grown, eyes blinking as assessed his state. Numerous the times Tree prodding and experienced the sharp shock of a short jolt, decision his own in this.

Closer did Foam creep, at back legs drawing to a halt and thus he might not be seen, or at least thought such, looked upon the bright field of multi-hued fur. Still did the tips crackle with the energy released in sudden flare, ozone clinging with a scent he might not describe if he wished it, popping with thin arcs of electricity even as it dwindling with the downshift of his emotions. Nose leaned in closer and, almost, was contact made, back drawn as it seemed the idea was thought better of.

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I think I’m not quite ready to let you circle the drain. all the things we’ve broken can be puzzled together again, all your sums and your pieces are enough to clean up all the messes you’ve made

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