AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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Their presences were a reminder that he wasn't fully alone. He couldn't express everything, he couldn't say how much it hurt inside, how much it hurt to remember those he could no longer touch. Even if they weren't on friendly terms, the two right here were still the closest things he had. They were his groupmates, and they'd followed him, maybe they'd heard his sounds and came to see why he was making them. How did one explain that they missed the dead and absent?
Shoulders shivering as he looked up at both Arlo and Cleo, raising a paw to rub at his face, taking deep breaths as he held onto the name, it felt so strange, as if they were his secret. They had been his best friend, they'd been close before, before all of this. Eventually he might be able to tell them all of his stories, to those who wanted to speak to him. Inhaling and exhaling as he gave a nod of his head, feeling the tangling of willow, blood orchid and yellow roses making their presence known upon his shoulders. Putting his paw over his chest, where his heart rested, wearily pulling out his notebook.
Setting it down on a flat stone, he would do his best to write out simple words to explain what happened. His gaze falling upon a black snake's body, his ears switched back and he took a breath to hold it in. It wasn't them, they would never make the trip here. He just had to accept it. Turning his attention to his notebook, he would scrawl I'm sorry. Grieving. Thought I smelt someone I lost., his gaze would hover over the snake, making a mental note to bury it in some sort of respect for the one he'd run from. They were as good as dead to one another - they each had their own paths now but it didn't mean the past hurt any less.
// willow is sadness, blood orchid is feeling overwhelmed by loneliness and yellow roses are grief and sorrow //
Shoulders shivering as he looked up at both Arlo and Cleo, raising a paw to rub at his face, taking deep breaths as he held onto the name, it felt so strange, as if they were his secret. They had been his best friend, they'd been close before, before all of this. Eventually he might be able to tell them all of his stories, to those who wanted to speak to him. Inhaling and exhaling as he gave a nod of his head, feeling the tangling of willow, blood orchid and yellow roses making their presence known upon his shoulders. Putting his paw over his chest, where his heart rested, wearily pulling out his notebook.
Setting it down on a flat stone, he would do his best to write out simple words to explain what happened. His gaze falling upon a black snake's body, his ears switched back and he took a breath to hold it in. It wasn't them, they would never make the trip here. He just had to accept it. Turning his attention to his notebook, he would scrawl I'm sorry. Grieving. Thought I smelt someone I lost., his gaze would hover over the snake, making a mental note to bury it in some sort of respect for the one he'd run from. They were as good as dead to one another - they each had their own paths now but it didn't mean the past hurt any less.
// willow is sadness, blood orchid is feeling overwhelmed by loneliness and yellow roses are grief and sorrow //
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THE FLOWER BURNS