AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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The pressuring weight of the misery within his chest that made it a challenge to draw in any resemblance of breath, his heart quivering within its cage. Gaze upon black-scaled corpse curled beside the stone, seeing orbs of glazed over bronze within set skull, his brows drawing closed as he shivered. Nose tickled by Fraggle's scent, gray eyes falling upon the child with a lonely ache in his chest. He missed his own brood long lost to time, a bad parent that he had been for his first, children that he kept a forgotten secret for their own happiness. They hadn't had need of him with their guardians to care for them.
Press of tongue to tooth, accepting the child's hug with a wordless sniff, attempting to put his paw around his back in grateful response. It eased him somewhat to know that the child was at ease enough to approach him and make physical contact. Lifting his gaze to Cleopatra, he would give her a soft blink, raising his other paw to write upon his pages once more, thank you but their spirit is not one that wanders here. they are alive and happy far, far away, he would script out as a flame of shame overwhelmed him for a moment.
who was he to covet the one who would never be his? he was wrong to do so, but that nibbling feeling in the back of his mind when he had see them everytime had been enough, that he could be happy remaining as their grim. exhaling now as he felt and heard a new presence, his gaze falling upon vincent as the oriental joined the small gathering.
he could feel the choked emotion once again, something he desperately swallowed - he didn't want to be deceived by his loss and grief again. shaking his head at their apologies, he offered a sad and worn smile, they were lost to him but he was not to be forgiven for the love he had been tainted by. gazing at the barren lands for a moment more, he lingered, wondering if he should share the tale as painful as it was or if it should remain his to take to the eventual grave. settling, he would simply expand further upon his prior written words, they were my master. I was their servant, of a reaper, a grim. gathered the dead. i dearly miss them, we did not part well, he didn't want to give too much away but they should know in some part the truth that set heavy in his bones.
Press of tongue to tooth, accepting the child's hug with a wordless sniff, attempting to put his paw around his back in grateful response. It eased him somewhat to know that the child was at ease enough to approach him and make physical contact. Lifting his gaze to Cleopatra, he would give her a soft blink, raising his other paw to write upon his pages once more, thank you but their spirit is not one that wanders here. they are alive and happy far, far away, he would script out as a flame of shame overwhelmed him for a moment.
who was he to covet the one who would never be his? he was wrong to do so, but that nibbling feeling in the back of his mind when he had see them everytime had been enough, that he could be happy remaining as their grim. exhaling now as he felt and heard a new presence, his gaze falling upon vincent as the oriental joined the small gathering.
he could feel the choked emotion once again, something he desperately swallowed - he didn't want to be deceived by his loss and grief again. shaking his head at their apologies, he offered a sad and worn smile, they were lost to him but he was not to be forgiven for the love he had been tainted by. gazing at the barren lands for a moment more, he lingered, wondering if he should share the tale as painful as it was or if it should remain his to take to the eventual grave. settling, he would simply expand further upon his prior written words, they were my master. I was their servant, of a reaper, a grim. gathered the dead. i dearly miss them, we did not part well, he didn't want to give too much away but they should know in some part the truth that set heavy in his bones.
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THE FLOWER BURNS