04-06-2022, 08:48 PM
could you help me push aside all that I have left behind?
There is no sign of painful remembrance in her expression and so he smiles back at the mention of the deer. He is as ignorant to her thoughts (no matter how fleeting) as she had been to his panic, swept away in the splatter of paint and imagination. She speaks of her mother, the deer that she can conjure around them. Ones that move and breathe as if they were real. He wonders if it eases the loneliness, to always have instant friends you can pull from the end of a brush. "I can see that. You share their grace. Their elegance."
It should not surprise him by now when she happily accepts his next request and yet.. It does. As her own antlers slip away and vanish into thin air, a heavy weight appears at his brow, the sudden balancing act as they appear over his own head. Settling against his skull as if they were really his, as if they belonged there. A startled laugh slips from him but he is obviously enjoying this, shifting awkwardly as he tries to get the hang of it all.
Eventually, he finds a balance to the extra mass (able to hold his head with some attempt of regality as the antlers deserved) and glances a russet eye to his reflection that now shimmers below in the waters of her making. A sharp bright grin. A spark in the flecks of gold that scatter across his iris's, pleased. “You know I agree…” An easy laugh as he looks back to her. “Although I’m not sure how you do this all day every day without a headache.” It seems he shared something else in common with his father now, their mutual secret awe when it came to the deer folk and their adornments.
Carefully he moves his head back and forth, enjoying the illusion that follows with each sweep of his blazed face. “I will admit that I don’t carry them as well as you. It is strange…” he admits, his gaze sparkling with warmth, “To see you without them. You wear them well.” A thought occurs, his expression becoming something amused. “Although I’m curious how well they would look if I did this…” He murmurs and begins to shift, the bright pastel of his coat swallowed by fur of ebony and ivory. A giant panda appears before her and promptly sits back on its haunches, glancing up to see if the illusion held. “How do I look now? Still majestic?”
It should not surprise him by now when she happily accepts his next request and yet.. It does. As her own antlers slip away and vanish into thin air, a heavy weight appears at his brow, the sudden balancing act as they appear over his own head. Settling against his skull as if they were really his, as if they belonged there. A startled laugh slips from him but he is obviously enjoying this, shifting awkwardly as he tries to get the hang of it all.
Eventually, he finds a balance to the extra mass (able to hold his head with some attempt of regality as the antlers deserved) and glances a russet eye to his reflection that now shimmers below in the waters of her making. A sharp bright grin. A spark in the flecks of gold that scatter across his iris's, pleased. “You know I agree…” An easy laugh as he looks back to her. “Although I’m not sure how you do this all day every day without a headache.” It seems he shared something else in common with his father now, their mutual secret awe when it came to the deer folk and their adornments.
Carefully he moves his head back and forth, enjoying the illusion that follows with each sweep of his blazed face. “I will admit that I don’t carry them as well as you. It is strange…” he admits, his gaze sparkling with warmth, “To see you without them. You wear them well.” A thought occurs, his expression becoming something amused. “Although I’m curious how well they would look if I did this…” He murmurs and begins to shift, the bright pastel of his coat swallowed by fur of ebony and ivory. A giant panda appears before her and promptly sits back on its haunches, glancing up to see if the illusion held. “How do I look now? Still majestic?”
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