05-11-2022, 03:53 AM
AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — it just sucks to try and explain
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Gaze pulled from the skies above to that of Cory's sideways Visage, would the merchant roll back onto his belly with a huff of air escaping him from the quick movement. It seems he'd put on a bit of weight waiting out the colder months before taking up his traveling again. Gaze flicking down to the box slid towards him by the other, tail twitching and ears swiveling forward. Once more, amaryllis would show itself amidst the Tangles of fur upon his shoulders, grass and mosses a common sight upon him by now. Irritating were the rumors that he was unkempt, such rumor tellers often seen sporting a fresh slap of claws from the male.
Narrowing his eyes to slits for a moment, peering at Cory as he tried to make sense of the box. A gift? That's what it seemed like, at least, and his words seemed to match up. Did ... did he somehow know it was his birthday recently? Tipping his head slightly, he reached out a paw to gently pull the box back towards himself as he sat up properly, interest glittering in his eyes. Who wouldn't be curious about well, getting a gift? He certainly was, and hoped it wasn't a prank.
Gently removing the lid from the box after a quick glance to confirm that it was okay, after a quickly scrawled note in his journal, "Are you sure?", before the curiosity overwhelmed him. Well it was a bit rude to not wait but curiosity killed the cat after all. Tail fluffing a bit with cautious excitement as he opened the box, revealing within its confines a time-loved silver chain and pendant. Eyes widening at the tree of life, a clenching in his chest began.
Was it because he was a servant of death, that symbols of life reminded him of times long gone? Was it because he was a servant that he was reminded so suddenly of the two scraps of fur he'd called his own and raised? Was it because of that, that he saw them so quickly in his memories? Unbeknownst to him, would tears well in his eyes, threatening to fall as he sniffed once. Blinking, the dam broke and the tears fell, putting his paw to his chest in confusion before to his face, beginning to wipe at the tears. Life. His twins. Memories were all that he had left of them but life went on. Life was part of death and death of life.
After a few seconds of attempting to straighten his composure, "Tree of life? Thank you. I'm sorry for the tears." he wrote again, sniffling a few times before reaching out to brush the silver with his paw, rubbing at his eyes again with his other paw, "Can I ask why you gave me this?", he hesitated, thyme and pink camelia blooming in small bursts across his shoulder, interspersed by daffodils.
[ amaryllis - curiosity. thyme - courage. pink camelia - longing. daffodils - questioning/why. ]
Narrowing his eyes to slits for a moment, peering at Cory as he tried to make sense of the box. A gift? That's what it seemed like, at least, and his words seemed to match up. Did ... did he somehow know it was his birthday recently? Tipping his head slightly, he reached out a paw to gently pull the box back towards himself as he sat up properly, interest glittering in his eyes. Who wouldn't be curious about well, getting a gift? He certainly was, and hoped it wasn't a prank.
Gently removing the lid from the box after a quick glance to confirm that it was okay, after a quickly scrawled note in his journal, "Are you sure?", before the curiosity overwhelmed him. Well it was a bit rude to not wait but curiosity killed the cat after all. Tail fluffing a bit with cautious excitement as he opened the box, revealing within its confines a time-loved silver chain and pendant. Eyes widening at the tree of life, a clenching in his chest began.
Was it because he was a servant of death, that symbols of life reminded him of times long gone? Was it because he was a servant that he was reminded so suddenly of the two scraps of fur he'd called his own and raised? Was it because of that, that he saw them so quickly in his memories? Unbeknownst to him, would tears well in his eyes, threatening to fall as he sniffed once. Blinking, the dam broke and the tears fell, putting his paw to his chest in confusion before to his face, beginning to wipe at the tears. Life. His twins. Memories were all that he had left of them but life went on. Life was part of death and death of life.
After a few seconds of attempting to straighten his composure, "Tree of life? Thank you. I'm sorry for the tears." he wrote again, sniffling a few times before reaching out to brush the silver with his paw, rubbing at his eyes again with his other paw, "Can I ask why you gave me this?", he hesitated, thyme and pink camelia blooming in small bursts across his shoulder, interspersed by daffodils.
[ amaryllis - curiosity. thyme - courage. pink camelia - longing. daffodils - questioning/why. ]
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