AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — it just sucks to try and explain
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the silence of the situation was a bit deafening, even if the intentions were well meant and sweet. his gaze flickered down to the silver once again, warmth in his face, grateful for the fur that hid the sudden warming. paw outstretched, gently caressing it as he listened to cory's breathing until he was answered. he would pause for quite a time, sitting still as cory stepped behind him and lifted the necklace to slide it over his head and into it's new resting place, his eyes fixed downwards until his paw touched and lifted the pendant to observe it. cory believed that it belonged with him ... how could he say no? especially to a gift like this? there was thought put behind it, much more thought than he would have considered. until late, they had been strangers even within the confines of camp, two different lives walking different paths.
but now, there was something to bind them together, something so innocent as a gift. a gift that he knew he couldn't forget no matter what, a gift that he would forever cherish. luckily, the pendant would never be lost for long, he knew how to fix weak links in the chain. sitting there in the suddenly comfortable silence, his face holding a happiness he hadn't felt in forever. there, he would open his mouth and move his lips, smiling as he mouthed so silently a 'thank you', unsure if cory would see it or not. gently moving the pendant as if entranced, the tom would smile down at it. yes, the memories hurt, but he was grateful for that. something would be wrong if the memories no longer hurt him, something would be incredibly wrong.
there was some part of him here and now that desired to lean back against the other, seeking some kind of physical assurance. even he wouldn't know what the hell was going on inside of his head, even if he was outside looking in. stopping himself before he could do so, confusion thrilling through him for a moment, followed by the faint echo of disappointment. what in the hells was up with him? had the loneliness started to drive him insane? clearing his throat as he felt his face grow hotter, the tom stepping away a bit shyly, licking down his chest fur as he stole a glance at cory, gray eyes filled with more light than before. reaching for his journal, he scrawled in it with an obsessed sort of quickness, turning it around and pushing it towards cory with a turn of his head, whiskers twitching as the flowers tangled in his fur released small bouts of fragrance, columbines slowly joining with the other blossoms. 'thank you, cory. my birthday was recent, i was a little weirded out that someone might know.', his ears swiveled awkwardly, blinking rapidly a few times.
[columbine - i feel warm/giddy/embarrassed]
but now, there was something to bind them together, something so innocent as a gift. a gift that he knew he couldn't forget no matter what, a gift that he would forever cherish. luckily, the pendant would never be lost for long, he knew how to fix weak links in the chain. sitting there in the suddenly comfortable silence, his face holding a happiness he hadn't felt in forever. there, he would open his mouth and move his lips, smiling as he mouthed so silently a 'thank you', unsure if cory would see it or not. gently moving the pendant as if entranced, the tom would smile down at it. yes, the memories hurt, but he was grateful for that. something would be wrong if the memories no longer hurt him, something would be incredibly wrong.
there was some part of him here and now that desired to lean back against the other, seeking some kind of physical assurance. even he wouldn't know what the hell was going on inside of his head, even if he was outside looking in. stopping himself before he could do so, confusion thrilling through him for a moment, followed by the faint echo of disappointment. what in the hells was up with him? had the loneliness started to drive him insane? clearing his throat as he felt his face grow hotter, the tom stepping away a bit shyly, licking down his chest fur as he stole a glance at cory, gray eyes filled with more light than before. reaching for his journal, he scrawled in it with an obsessed sort of quickness, turning it around and pushing it towards cory with a turn of his head, whiskers twitching as the flowers tangled in his fur released small bouts of fragrance, columbines slowly joining with the other blossoms. 'thank you, cory. my birthday was recent, i was a little weirded out that someone might know.', his ears swiveled awkwardly, blinking rapidly a few times.
[columbine - i feel warm/giddy/embarrassed]
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THE FLOWER BURNS