AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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head swiveling at the voices and new scents filling in the air around him, ears swiveling back in nervousness, the mute swallowing anxiously. upon his shoulders there were the faintest green sprigs than soon quickly grew into a bed of grass, blossoms of allium and branches of aloe beginning to quickly take root amongst his fur and the greenery upon his shoulders as he lowered his head. shit. shit. god he was going to panic now. shakily raising a paw, the small tom would point to his throat and the three ugly and deep jagged scars crossing his throat. they were the reason he couldn't speak, not in a normal way. if he had his notebook, he could write to them, and he could point out the meanings of the flowers blossoming upon his shoulders, he could speak with them in a way.
taking a deep breath, his gaze frantically searching around him for a flat surface. he just hoped they could read .... finding the trunk of a water-logged tree, he got up and walked over to it before pulling off a section of soaked bark and dropped it on the boardwalk. extending one claw, he pinned the bark down and tried to scratch into the pliant surface a few words, 'i am aesior. can't talk.', as he once again put his paw to his throat and the ugly scarring across it and around his neck. that was a story he would rather not share until he was ready. paw fiddling with the dark collar around his neck that rested against his shoulders and chest, 'want join.' he would scrawl again a bit messily with his claw before pushing the bark towards the both of them, his tail anxiously wrapped around his paws as his eyes worriedly fixed on the both of them.
taking a deep breath, his gaze frantically searching around him for a flat surface. he just hoped they could read .... finding the trunk of a water-logged tree, he got up and walked over to it before pulling off a section of soaked bark and dropped it on the boardwalk. extending one claw, he pinned the bark down and tried to scratch into the pliant surface a few words, 'i am aesior. can't talk.', as he once again put his paw to his throat and the ugly scarring across it and around his neck. that was a story he would rather not share until he was ready. paw fiddling with the dark collar around his neck that rested against his shoulders and chest, 'want join.' he would scrawl again a bit messily with his claw before pushing the bark towards the both of them, his tail anxiously wrapped around his paws as his eyes worriedly fixed on the both of them.
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THE FLOWER BURNS