Just a moment.
[ and that is all it takes.
he doesn't need the little flourishing gestures he always does, to do magic. With no more preamble than that, something like a lingering afterimage of vibrant blue appears in the air beside them, then becomes a placid sphere of water.
...he doesn't, like. Have a cup. So it's gonna be the weirdest juice pouch experience probably. The water tension will hold under touch except upon being drank. ]
[ and that is all it takes.
he doesn't need the little flourishing gestures he always does, to do magic. With no more preamble than that, something like a lingering afterimage of vibrant blue appears in the air beside them, then becomes a placid sphere of water.
...he doesn't, like. Have a cup. So it's gonna be the weirdest juice pouch experience probably. The water tension will hold under touch except upon being drank. ]
[ there's no music this time but in my HEART what's playing is THIS, thanks. After Muffin's gotten comfortable, though... when Angie thinks he may have already fallen asleep...
he does... hum, soft and meandering, not quite a structured tune. More like a dream of one, that wanders off whatever direction suits the whim, at the time. ]
he does... hum, soft and meandering, not quite a structured tune. More like a dream of one, that wanders off whatever direction suits the whim, at the time. ]
Edited 2023-09-16 01:05 (UTC)
[ for that while,
Angel Devil allows himself to think of nothing, but learning more about the personal rhythm of his breath, the sound of Muffin's resting voice, and his purrs.
Perceiving people he cares about while they're vulnerable often puts an indescribable twist in his stomach, expecting only the moment that peace ends, whether he relishes that fact or not. But right now
he merely
drinks of it, as it is. Some stolen island of peace, amid the sounds of the nearby forest and lake. ]
Angel Devil allows himself to think of nothing, but learning more about the personal rhythm of his breath, the sound of Muffin's resting voice, and his purrs.
Perceiving people he cares about while they're vulnerable often puts an indescribable twist in his stomach, expecting only the moment that peace ends, whether he relishes that fact or not. But right now
he merely
drinks of it, as it is. Some stolen island of peace, amid the sounds of the nearby forest and lake. ]
Edited 2023-09-16 01:43 (UTC)
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