[ Gratia is running back... and forth... and back... and forth...
Novvy had appointed himself at a bench where he can keep a reasonable eye on his kid's comings and goings, holding a tote with the few little things they've picked up so far, an ear out for calls of "Papa, papa, look what I found!" Akabeni was a little far to come for groceries, but that wasn't really the whole reason they were here. They needed vegetables, they both had the time off, it was a bea-u-tiful day and there were 'delicious prizes' or whatever... it'd be a great way to burn off all that energy and get an errand done while disguising it with fun. also he's weak to aesthetics, he kinda wants a new cute pen from that trendy stationary shop.
It was a great time right up until Gratia popped up empty handed and upset, because she dropped her favorite blue bunny plush somewhere.
Ah hell.
Wanna join a bunny hunt? ]
dreaming
(in the vale of sorrow:) [ The scent of the rain has completely overtaken the perfume of the blossoms. Pink petals appear bone white, lain flat against the dark earth, wavering atop puddles, jostled over and again by the incessant raindrops.
The tiny ripples from Ballade's steps are barely visible among the tumult. It's an effort of immense concentration not to plunge past the (fake, not real) surface tension, but he breathes in deep through his nose, thinking, be like a petal, be like a petal...
There's a sound grating on his nerves that he chalks up to the wind, not yet well versed with identifying the source of that prickle down his spine. The Torments are creeping closer to the distracted Dreamer. He came here hunting, but hadn't found much of anything at all-- and then the opportunity to test what dream logic might let him get away with, athletically, seized him.
The rustling of the vines grows stronger and stronger, like scratching on the inside of his head. Ballade grits his teeth. He's thinking if he can just hold up a few seconds more, he'll stop and move on, capitulating to that growing bad vibe-- ]
Novvy Rex / original
(moon bunny market:)
[ Gratia is running back... and forth... and back... and forth...
Novvy had appointed himself at a bench where he can keep a reasonable eye on his kid's comings and goings, holding a tote with the few little things they've picked up so far, an ear out for calls of "Papa, papa, look what I found!" Akabeni was a little far to come for groceries, but that wasn't really the whole reason they were here. They needed vegetables, they both had the time off, it was a bea-u-tiful day and there were 'delicious prizes' or whatever... it'd be a great way to burn off all that energy and get an errand done while disguising it with fun. also he's weak to aesthetics, he kinda wants a new cute pen from that trendy stationary shop.
It was a great time right up until Gratia popped up empty handed and upset, because she dropped her favorite blue bunny plush somewhere.
Ah hell.
Wanna join a bunny hunt? ]
dreaming
(in the vale of sorrow:)
[ The scent of the rain has completely overtaken the perfume of the blossoms. Pink petals appear bone white, lain flat against the dark earth, wavering atop puddles, jostled over and again by the incessant raindrops.
The tiny ripples from Ballade's steps are barely visible among the tumult. It's an effort of immense concentration not to plunge past the (fake, not real) surface tension, but he breathes in deep through his nose, thinking, be like a petal, be like a petal...
There's a sound grating on his nerves that he chalks up to the wind, not yet well versed with identifying the source of that prickle down his spine. The Torments are creeping closer to the distracted Dreamer. He came here hunting, but hadn't found much of anything at all-- and then the opportunity to test what dream logic might let him get away with, athletically, seized him.
The rustling of the vines grows stronger and stronger, like scratching on the inside of his head. Ballade grits his teeth. He's thinking if he can just hold up a few seconds more, he'll stop and move on, capitulating to that growing bad vibe-- ]