A soft, determined smile spreads across the golden man’s face. Here, he is as he always was (deep, buried, a trauma-less being), free. Alone. He has been alone for so long; the shadows creep up his hide after weeks of only speaking to the birds. But tonight, he is released by the sun.
The sun, his bride, kisses his forehead and whispers the sweetest of good nights. Litotes watches with molten eyes as the sky changes from one vibrant color to the next. This is all the entertainment he needs: a beautiful sunset. His mood deepens with each new color: blue, orange, and pink swirl endlessly around him, warming him, consuming his every isolating insecurity. Here, in his perfect mindfulness, he is whole.
Litotes tosses his head into the air, impossibly long mane whipping from one side of his neck to the other. In, he thinks, as he breathes in the sultry sweetness of flowers that have long since bloomed (flowers that may be bidding their last farewells). They are almost rotten, too ripe remnants of a spring in this land Lie had nearly missed.
One slow, gentle drop of his nape, and Litotes is all closed-eyes and steady breathing. When he is at his most centered, he rips a mouthful of grass from the ground and chews thoughtfully, savoring what a gift his moment of clarity was. The damp smell of the soil brings yet another smile to his face - how he loves this earth that never fails him.
A twitch of his nearly dragging tail and several bites later, Lie is still studying the dying light, one faint and standing glimmer in the receding twilight.
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i have not done this in so long & i feel soooo rusty, plz bear with me
