In the Midst of Change Feb 18, 2020 11:15:38 GMT -6
Post by Èdan on Feb 18, 2020 11:15:38 GMT -6
The world around a haze, caught between a memory of some-place-that-was and that-which-is. The silver-gold threaded figure continues to stand at the end of the hallway, silently smiling, silently out of reach as the lights about them begin to flicker and brighten. The man's smile fades, memories ringing up new steps to a story he thought long forgotten. The figure extends a hand, bright flecks of red and gold swirling about them, the light intense. He watched that, once, he remembers now. He could not keep watching, then, and he could not now. The eyes a forced closed and the head lowers, turning away as the warmth washes over intensely for once last second, before the burning becoming a sudden, still coldness.
The haze fades, gold and silver and black house and all. The book becomes thin air, leaving him to hold only the picture frame, once again empty and bland. The eyes slowly open, as senses return and he breathes out heavily, regaining a grip on the now.
At least, until the face is suddenly cupped and turned towards.. the mammalian? The knight stares at the leopard and a confused frown comes across the expression when the words are slurred at him. Now, there were a lot of things to unpack in that particular situation, no least of which was the fact the leopard was apparently infatuated where he had been furious before, and to many an extent most people would have found the situation uncomfortable at best, and perplexing at worst. But most people didn't slip in and out of character like slippers.
Slowly, the knight's hand comes up to take the leopard's and gently pull it free from his face, an apologetic look as he speaks in that gradual drawl, "I'm.. sorry, sir. But unfortunately I'm spoken for. The sentiment is appreciated, however."
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