YOU'RE NO JESUS CHRIST // open, relaxing

[FRAGGLEROCK.]

If Fragglerock had known that Cleopatra was by the waterfall that day, he probably wouldn't have come anywhere near it. Ever since his nightmare about killing her, he had avoided her even more than usual, not wanting to have to relive that night. Not only that, but he didn't want the whole thing to become a reality. Sure, he didn't think he would be able to kill anyone else, but then again... he never thought he'd be able to shift into a lion cub, either. Or control flames, for that matter. He was hitting a lot of firsts lately, and he didn't want his next milestone to be a bloody one.

Still, when he arrived at the waterfall to see Cleo and the newcomer, Sethiram, he was determined not to turn tail and run. No, he had a goal in mind. He had come to the pools in order to wash and cool off, as well as maybe keep his eyes out for some freshwater fish. His new body was much better suited towards catching something, after all. So, after taking a deep breath inwards, the feathered lion cub took a few strides into the water, allowing himself to settle down until it washed over his back. He then offered a nod in the directions of both Cleopatra and Sethiram, holding his tongue for now. That would be his only greeting for the moment. Just a nod, no bold and cheerful hello, like usual. He didn't want Cleo to go off on some tirade over having her peace disturbed.

☆ — what of the meek, the mourning, and the merciful?