1/23/2025, 12:36 AM
She might have only meant to be light, but she's large and he's not. Of course, his muscles see use; he hunts for himself, after all. But her brief touch is enough to send him stumbling. And yet he doesn't mind. There's affection in the gesture that he's surprised to see. People remember him. She remembers him. In this moment, he feels viscerally real. Seen, even. It's a strange feeling.
It is always a stark reminder, that he is a body.
"I thought I might have hallucinated you," he admits lamely. "I feel like I only see you under ill omens." His ears flick backwards. "This might be the first time you talk to me without the barrier. The whole. The demon, you know."
It is always a stark reminder, that he is a body.
"I thought I might have hallucinated you," he admits lamely. "I feel like I only see you under ill omens." His ears flick backwards. "This might be the first time you talk to me without the barrier. The whole. The demon, you know."
And now we've realigned the edges
I'm doing very well I thank you
All this sympathy is starting to wear me down
I wish I was someone else
I'm doing very well I thank you
All this sympathy is starting to wear me down
I wish I was someone else
