AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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His gaze had averted itself to his paws, feeling every part a scolded child, his chest aching without a way to describe it. His heart felt heavy yet so light, a mix of anxiety and worry pressing down on him. Legs trembling in the slightest, defending against the urge to run again. He didn't do great in situations like this, he hated confrontation of any sort with those he considered family and friends. His ears swiveled back, blinking at the feelings he couldn't place the origins of. He knew that they weren't his, and that's about all he could say about it.
His gaze flicked up as Arlo came to stand before him while speaking, his ears perking up and forward, listening to his words. Ah, it was awkward for him, wasn't it? He put on his regular soft smile, flicking an ear gently. He had missed everyone too, though he regretted the way he'd left. He'd overreacted. Taking a deep quiet breath and releasing it, widening his smile. His chest felt strange, the way it had when he'd awoken beside Arlo so long ago. He couldn't run this time, instead, sinking his claws into the ground as he kept himself where he was. This was fine, he was fine. After all, there was no assurance that these strange and scary feeling should be reciprocated by the one that caused them inside of him, gray eyes trying to catch Arlo's. It was good to be back, but he needed to clear the air between them. They needed to talk, so he could lay things out clearly behind why he'd up and run off.
His gaze flicked up as Arlo came to stand before him while speaking, his ears perking up and forward, listening to his words. Ah, it was awkward for him, wasn't it? He put on his regular soft smile, flicking an ear gently. He had missed everyone too, though he regretted the way he'd left. He'd overreacted. Taking a deep quiet breath and releasing it, widening his smile. His chest felt strange, the way it had when he'd awoken beside Arlo so long ago. He couldn't run this time, instead, sinking his claws into the ground as he kept himself where he was. This was fine, he was fine. After all, there was no assurance that these strange and scary feeling should be reciprocated by the one that caused them inside of him, gray eyes trying to catch Arlo's. It was good to be back, but he needed to clear the air between them. They needed to talk, so he could lay things out clearly behind why he'd up and run off.
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THE FLOWER BURNS