The Waiting Game...[Rhys/..?]
March 12, 2010 - 7:26am — Alecsander
He seemed to have calmed down since the recent break-down.
Rhys approached the being with hesitation and noted the lack of expression.
If it were any other he might be concerned, but the placid thin lip and flickering eyes reassured him.
"How is your head?"
The smaller figured turned his head to look at the large deer and absent minded touched the wound.
"...Bleeding it seems."
The elder deer steadied his gaze and let loose a relaxed sigh. He was back.
For how long he could never know, but for this brief second he had returned.
He stumbled forward threw the flowers and gave a disappointed yelp as it darted away from him.
"I..Where are you going?! You can't just leave?"
No.
It was important to not allow him to get broken again. He trailed the smaller creature through the decrepit ruins and his hooves clattered uncomfortably on those stairs that the child so easily traversed. Instead if descending below he skillfully leapt over and settled down by the broken pillar.
Rhys trailed after balancing unsteadily on the rocks and furrowed his brow.
"So this is it..you've regained control and have chosen to sit around and do nothing?"
"Nothing?
On the contrary, I am speaking.
Have you known me to be known for anything else?"
He raised a lanky foreleg to his head and absentmindedly stared out towards the trees as he caressed the new wound.
"I find it endearing don't you?
I always did state that I could not control my thoughts.
Now I have proof."
Rhys sighed and reclined by his side silently.
"I can never really whether this is really you or the mask you wear to hide the insanity."
"I like masks. They make it easier for others to trust me."
"I like masks. They make it
(:
But waiting for what.