03-10-2023, 03:20 AM
Thunk!
The sound of something wooden hitting the floor rebounded through Aesior's achingly empty home. Harsh breaths followed the sound as it echoed a short while as the fallen object rattled until it came to a stop. "Shit ... shit ...", he struggled with his words, paw pressing to his chest as pain ricocheted through him. There was so much happening on a personal level that he didn't know how to handle or react to.
For one, Corrupttimelines had returned right after the male had just accepted that he would never see him again. Second, there was no sign of Solsken after his collapse and Cory's return, his adopted son was effectively MIA. Third, he'd gone through one hell of a series of dreams and nightmares relating to his life and to his past. He'd been enlightened as to who the other soul he lived with was - and that within itself had been a revelation. Thedes. The former God of Death, a cannibal who wanted to see every God fall. A God he couldn't let free into the world again. A God he struggled to fight against, to keep under his influence.
Breaths shaking out into the air as the lion sat himself down, head spinning. What ... what was even happening? What all had happened during the week he was out? So much had happened already and he felt overwhelmed. He wanted to be back in his dreams, back in that field of lavender, back with his children when they were a few months old and running around being children. He wanted a reality he would not have for himself again.
Sitting there with head hanging and stomach acid burning at his throat, he felt his stomach snarl. Swallowing roughly, he pressed a paw to his gaunt stomach before it reached out, searching for the fallen object from earlier before finding its edge with his paw, eye closed. Drawing it towards himself, he would pry an eye open and stare at the mask held in his paws before lifting it up and sliding it over his face. It felt right, replacing his usual veil for the day. It hid his face, and it allowed his aching head some peace, the darkness heaven for his eyes.
Sitting there as he swept his tail over his paws, taking into account just what he could do. The first thing that came to mind was cleaning up his house, a small space that he could control. Huffing as he got to his paws, the lion would feel his way over to the window and open it, tail swishing as dust was disturbed and he sneezed. Cracking his good eye open, he peered through a slot in his mask for his gaze, humming softly to himself as he found a rag. Summoning some vines, he began to twist them this way and that, using his fine control over the plants to get them to move furniture in his way or to move dust rags around his immediate foot circumference. Pausing as he thought he heard a creak, lifting his mask with a pained hiss, "Who is there? And would you be opposed to helping me out with some cleaning?"
The sound of something wooden hitting the floor rebounded through Aesior's achingly empty home. Harsh breaths followed the sound as it echoed a short while as the fallen object rattled until it came to a stop. "Shit ... shit ...", he struggled with his words, paw pressing to his chest as pain ricocheted through him. There was so much happening on a personal level that he didn't know how to handle or react to.
For one, Corrupttimelines had returned right after the male had just accepted that he would never see him again. Second, there was no sign of Solsken after his collapse and Cory's return, his adopted son was effectively MIA. Third, he'd gone through one hell of a series of dreams and nightmares relating to his life and to his past. He'd been enlightened as to who the other soul he lived with was - and that within itself had been a revelation. Thedes. The former God of Death, a cannibal who wanted to see every God fall. A God he couldn't let free into the world again. A God he struggled to fight against, to keep under his influence.
Breaths shaking out into the air as the lion sat himself down, head spinning. What ... what was even happening? What all had happened during the week he was out? So much had happened already and he felt overwhelmed. He wanted to be back in his dreams, back in that field of lavender, back with his children when they were a few months old and running around being children. He wanted a reality he would not have for himself again.
Sitting there with head hanging and stomach acid burning at his throat, he felt his stomach snarl. Swallowing roughly, he pressed a paw to his gaunt stomach before it reached out, searching for the fallen object from earlier before finding its edge with his paw, eye closed. Drawing it towards himself, he would pry an eye open and stare at the mask held in his paws before lifting it up and sliding it over his face. It felt right, replacing his usual veil for the day. It hid his face, and it allowed his aching head some peace, the darkness heaven for his eyes.
Sitting there as he swept his tail over his paws, taking into account just what he could do. The first thing that came to mind was cleaning up his house, a small space that he could control. Huffing as he got to his paws, the lion would feel his way over to the window and open it, tail swishing as dust was disturbed and he sneezed. Cracking his good eye open, he peered through a slot in his mask for his gaze, humming softly to himself as he found a rag. Summoning some vines, he began to twist them this way and that, using his fine control over the plants to get them to move furniture in his way or to move dust rags around his immediate foot circumference. Pausing as he thought he heard a creak, lifting his mask with a pained hiss, "Who is there? And would you be opposed to helping me out with some cleaning?"
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