05-09-2022, 11:52 AM
AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — it just sucks to try and explain
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in the silence of his lonesomeness, accompanied only by the dying fire in the grill of the house he had come to call his own, would he stir. part of him there, would realize the day, three days past, truly. not that he could mind it much, he'd been too tired as of late to do anything more than just exist within his home. he hadn't been around the group much as of late, conserving his energy for the small things he found himself able to do.
stirring now, making himself stand, stretching out his back and tail with a yawn, paws stretched forward and pricking at the wooden floor in front of him. shaking out each leg, the tom left his nest of furs and fabric scraps, moving around his house slowly with the stiffness of a body that was stationary for too long. licking down his chest fur, he would wander over to where he had transplanted a few flowers some days before, observing them for a moment in an almost detached way before shaking his head. turning back to his nest and the shapes within it, he would approach again and pull out a few bundles of fabric that held dried flower petals within them. bringing them over to his work table, the tom would set them down and pull over a basket of newly dried petals. turning it over, he began to paw the petals into piles according to the flower or plant that they had come from. sniffing and pawing at his nose, he would leave his work to shuffle towards the door leading outside, seeking the warmth of the sun that he could see through the moth-eaten curtains of this home.
pushing the door open, the tom would pad out onto the patio of his home with three of those fabric bundles in his jaws, the scent of sunflowers, marigold and dandelions drifting from each when they were moved around or shifted against one another. laying his body down in a patch of sunlight that had warmed the wood, he would slowly begin to groom himself, his new journal brought forward to rest beside him in the case that any wanted to speak with him. rolling onto his side with a heavy huff, the bundles close to his head, gaze on the blue sky and clouds drifting far ahead. had he really spent his birthday inside, a few days ago? that he had. closing his eyes now, limbs stretching out with a silent groan. 'happy birthday to me', he would think.
stirring now, making himself stand, stretching out his back and tail with a yawn, paws stretched forward and pricking at the wooden floor in front of him. shaking out each leg, the tom left his nest of furs and fabric scraps, moving around his house slowly with the stiffness of a body that was stationary for too long. licking down his chest fur, he would wander over to where he had transplanted a few flowers some days before, observing them for a moment in an almost detached way before shaking his head. turning back to his nest and the shapes within it, he would approach again and pull out a few bundles of fabric that held dried flower petals within them. bringing them over to his work table, the tom would set them down and pull over a basket of newly dried petals. turning it over, he began to paw the petals into piles according to the flower or plant that they had come from. sniffing and pawing at his nose, he would leave his work to shuffle towards the door leading outside, seeking the warmth of the sun that he could see through the moth-eaten curtains of this home.
pushing the door open, the tom would pad out onto the patio of his home with three of those fabric bundles in his jaws, the scent of sunflowers, marigold and dandelions drifting from each when they were moved around or shifted against one another. laying his body down in a patch of sunlight that had warmed the wood, he would slowly begin to groom himself, his new journal brought forward to rest beside him in the case that any wanted to speak with him. rolling onto his side with a heavy huff, the bundles close to his head, gaze on the blue sky and clouds drifting far ahead. had he really spent his birthday inside, a few days ago? that he had. closing his eyes now, limbs stretching out with a silent groan. 'happy birthday to me', he would think.
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