Don't Give Up Your Ghost
Mephistopheles
thinking "speech" "others" He was beginning to figure out that the nameless fae spoke more with her body and her face than she did with her words, and he kept a keener eye on her still form in the shade of the mangroves. Her features tilted towards him at the mention of his father, the sea foam shade of her eyes more visible to him in the low light as she subtly displayed some of her interest. At the mention of abandoning the foray deeper into the trees, she seemed to concur with his assessment of the unsettling shift of the air around them. With an abrupt turn, she shouldered her way past him and started backtracking. Well, she was certainly not one to mince words, now was she? With a soft snort of amusement, the phoenix moved to follow, long limbs folding carefully as he trailed along behind her once more. Those whispers continued, the rumbling cadence of his father's voice beckoning from the fringes of his peripheral vision- begging him to turn around and look again. Maybe this time he would see Kaine, staring from the shadows between gnarled trunks in abject disappointment. No, it was a trick. All of it, just smoke and mirrors meant to torment him. Caught in the whirlwind of his own mind, he nearly jumped straight off the tree roots when his chest bumped unceremoniously against the woman's rump while she skittered away from a sudden fog that had rolled in. Grunting in surprise, he took a few steps of his own to widen the gap between them. "Sorry doll, I didn't..." he hesitated, narrowed gaze fixed on the flashing whites of her eyes that were beginning to show some panic. Amidst the whispering drone of fireflies, the sounds of harried breaths. "Are you okay?" They were engulfed in the thick fog that had come in from seemingly nowhere, it smelled like a memory that he couldn't quite grasp. The sickly sweet smell of rotting fruit tickling his subconscious in a way he couldn't chase. He dropped his head lower to squint at her through the fog, daring to take a half step forward in hopes she might offer up some sort of reassurance. |
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