He watched her ever so fervently as if watching a Caterpillar change into a butterfly. He moved to walk beside her, as her words echoed in his head. They way she spoke to him soothed him. The nerves that fluttered low in his belly quelled by her affirmation of his existance.
His brow furrowed as she explained to him how she had not been born with the face that adorned her body. And with that he assumed that the soft and rough flowing patterns that decorated her hide had also been gifted to her through her life.
Her words echoed and bounced in his mind as he walked in sync beside her with out thought. His red coat glistening beneath the autum sun, as his mossy eyes turned towards the sky. He watched the leaves above him a mirror of reds, oranges, and greens that painted his own body.
A light wispy smile traced his lips as his green spattered eyes found hers. You are good. It is good. Life changes everything it touches. Molding it into something different but similar all at once. We go through change because that is what life is. Just because you look different doesn't mean you aren't you. I am confident you were just as beautiful before or more.
Look at the leaves he thought his head tilting sideways. His eyes blinked against the setting sun. The leaves were ablaze with every color they would ever be in their cycle of life. And yet he appreciates them in every form they will go through with the passing seasons.
They are vibrant and full of life, dancing in the autum winds. They prepare for the change of winter knowing they will not be. Falling to the ground they cushion and give themselves to the ground which they sprout from. Nourishing the trees so when spring comes they can bud. Small, green, new. When summer arrives they multiply, flourish and grow. Turn around and dance once more in the autumn winds, colorful, vibrant.
They are exactly what they are ment to be in the moment they are ment to be different. We are all who we are suppose to be in this moment. We are exactly what the world needs, now. You are exactly who I need now. Inside. You are worthy of any shape, color, or form the world bestows upon you.
The world had been kind and harsh to him but always at the right moment. Though there were others like Persea she was the first to really hear him, and her colors nor her face had anything to do with that.
His eyes deepened in color as he looked from the scattered trees back to her.
Thank you.
Ooc: I am no longer bolding or italicising .. she is welcome to every word written in every post. <3
@[Persea]
His brow furrowed as she explained to him how she had not been born with the face that adorned her body. And with that he assumed that the soft and rough flowing patterns that decorated her hide had also been gifted to her through her life.
Her words echoed and bounced in his mind as he walked in sync beside her with out thought. His red coat glistening beneath the autum sun, as his mossy eyes turned towards the sky. He watched the leaves above him a mirror of reds, oranges, and greens that painted his own body.
A light wispy smile traced his lips as his green spattered eyes found hers. You are good. It is good. Life changes everything it touches. Molding it into something different but similar all at once. We go through change because that is what life is. Just because you look different doesn't mean you aren't you. I am confident you were just as beautiful before or more.
Look at the leaves he thought his head tilting sideways. His eyes blinked against the setting sun. The leaves were ablaze with every color they would ever be in their cycle of life. And yet he appreciates them in every form they will go through with the passing seasons.
They are vibrant and full of life, dancing in the autum winds. They prepare for the change of winter knowing they will not be. Falling to the ground they cushion and give themselves to the ground which they sprout from. Nourishing the trees so when spring comes they can bud. Small, green, new. When summer arrives they multiply, flourish and grow. Turn around and dance once more in the autumn winds, colorful, vibrant.
They are exactly what they are ment to be in the moment they are ment to be different. We are all who we are suppose to be in this moment. We are exactly what the world needs, now. You are exactly who I need now. Inside. You are worthy of any shape, color, or form the world bestows upon you.
The world had been kind and harsh to him but always at the right moment. Though there were others like Persea she was the first to really hear him, and her colors nor her face had anything to do with that.
His eyes deepened in color as he looked from the scattered trees back to her.
Thank you.
Ooc: I am no longer bolding or italicising .. she is welcome to every word written in every post. <3
@[Persea]
