[ just like that. it was really that easy, just like his uninhibited self had made it seem. it wasn't merely a charming illusion cast by the fact that they were, the two of them.... speaking in an altered circumstance.
like roots running deep under the ground... or like the persisting personality of a person who often can't even remember everything, from one day, to the next... those words were apparently, reflective of the core beneath. ]
..Okay. I think... that was my main question.
[ breathe in, breathe out. he's done all sorts of things to and with all sorts of people, before, but in Angie's mind there is a clean delineation of when I was a remorseless monster and whatever other kind of monster I am now, and here in the now, there are new things like his appreciation of kind gryphons who preen his hair and watch over him while he sleeps and who don't mind, actually, that there's a wicked imp always in the back of his brain pointing out how pretty he is crying or yelping while he bleeds freely under Angie's very own--
...when did his tail curl around one of the four posters of his bed? The wood, supporting a canopy above, had made a light creak from being pulled on too hard. ]
...Mine haven't, either. Do you, have any...? Questions. I mean.
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Date: 2023-09-03 11:52 pm (UTC)like roots running deep under the ground... or like the persisting personality of a person who often can't even remember everything, from one day, to the next... those words were apparently, reflective of the core beneath. ]
..Okay. I think... that was my main question.
[ breathe in, breathe out. he's done all sorts of things to and with all sorts of people, before, but in Angie's mind there is a clean delineation of when I was a remorseless monster and whatever other kind of monster I am now, and here in the now, there are new things like his appreciation of kind gryphons who preen his hair and watch over him while he sleeps and who don't mind, actually, that there's a wicked imp always in the back of his brain pointing out how pretty he is crying or yelping while he bleeds freely under Angie's very own--
...when did his tail curl around one of the four posters of his bed? The wood, supporting a canopy above, had made a light creak from being pulled on too hard. ]
...Mine haven't, either.
Do you, have any...? Questions. I mean.