for all seasons [ open! resurrection & intro ]

[aesior]

AESIOR OPHELES

✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go

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gaze fixed on the child, tail twitching against his paws as he considered what was going on, and what he should do. his gaze rolled over the youth, lifting a paw momentarily as he watched the spittle begin to dry on his maw. hesitating, he pointed to his own jaw and then the child's, holding himself back from trying to wipe it off. if the child didn't understand than maybe he would. blinking as he was spoken to, a wince on his face before he opened his jaws and tapped at his throat, exhaling as much air as he could in one breath, a soft wheeze escaping the tom. he couldn't speak, and the easiest way was to try and show him. tongue and teeth moving, mouthing at him as he put his own paw over the scars. there was lack of vibration. the words he'd mouthed were 'i can't talk'. maybe he would understand?

gaze flicking downwards quickly to his journal, looking back up. it was more a game of charades, not pictionary. he wasn't an artist. as he sat there, borage sprouted from the green sprigs upon his shoulders, the leaves trembling with each movement he made, paws kneading at the ground under himself, paws on top of his tail now as he kneaded a bit anxiously, an effort to soothe himself in the most instinctive way. eyes sliding to half lid, ears flicking as he blinked a few times. could he lead him somewhere? that would be safest for the child most likely, he seemed naive and too young to understand that not every stranger was friendly. taking one last look around, praying, hoping that someone else might show up to lend him a verbal paw.

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✯ — MALE. TANGLEWOOD. MEDIUM DIFFICULTY. REF. LANGUAGE GUIDE. — ✯

#psychosocial.