where my homies at
09-11-2016, 05:50 PM
How did I let you slip through the cracks? How did I let you stab me in the back? You were my brother, you were my friend, I pray, "no salvation for you in the end". Black fur... green eyes... whispered endearments... words that had both made his heart sing when first spoken, and now ache so many months later... words that he couldn't remember... Words that built him up, and words that dashed his hopes and dreams... The male jolted up with a gasp, blue eyes blinking around him as he listened to the beat of his own heart in his chest. The blood was roaring through his ears, and he found himself panting. His head was pounding, and he groaned softly as he shoved his face in between his paws. Was he ever going to be able to put the puzzle together? He was hoping that if he was able to pull himself together he'd be able to move on from this pain once and for all. It was like an awful dream that he couldn't escape. The cause of it was unknown to him, but the echos of it's disaster still ricocheted against the fragile confinements of his brain, and threatened to burst out of an eye socket. Lord forbid that happen. He was just debating going back to sleep when heard the feminine tones croon out to the forest. Rounded audits perked on top of his crown, blue eyes snapping back open as crown turned left then right to see if he could spot the being that the voice belonged to. "come out, come out, wherever you are!" The male found himself lifting to his feet, not sure why he felt compelled to answer her call. Perhaps it was because he wanted to stray away from the sleep that still had it's clutches anchored into the outer edges of his brain. Unsure of which way to turn, the male began to move through the trees, his ocean blue gaze sweeping from left to right. It didn't take him very long to locate the femme that had called out for the 'weirdos' to come out. Is she talking to a flower? He mused to himself, those rounded audits on top of his crown turning back to press against his crown for a moment. "I'm here, but I assure you that I am not a weirdo." Casthiel says, standing to his full height, and canting his crown ever so slightly to the right. What would she do now? He was curious, though he remained ready to flee just in case she turned out to be the weirdo she had been calling out for. Walk, "Now you're just a memory" in my past is where you will stay Someone like you, is gonna die alone |
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