tearing down curtains, isn't she pretty
run round the ballroom, see how she moves
I watch her heart beating, in a frame that's so fragile
I feel the warmth leaving her skin
To him, rain sounds like the thousands of hearts in the forest, all beating at different times. It's strange, that thought, when he's sitting in the warmth of the Old Oak, watching these water heartbeats as they fall.
Something else that's strange is the Oak's humming. When the black fawn first stepped inside, the droning noise was terribly loud, so loud that he squeaked and shook his head, ears flopping around. And when the humming didn't cease he asked it, very personally, he asked it to quieten; Mother Oak, please quieten, my ears hurt!
It did.
The drone lessened to a soft, calming hum, as if the Oak herself were singing a lullaby to the little fawn trying to escape the rain.
Rhapsody stares out of the gaping hole in the oak's centre, trying to keep his eyes open...
It's the feeling of being watched that wakes him up, but when he lifts his head, noone's actually watching him. There's someone there beside him in the darkness, but there's noone watching; the figure's head is turned away. Unlike Rhapsody's last dream, it's not blurry; it's just very, very dark. He can make out a pair of gold eyes when the figure looks at him. He can see something on its head, and a large, furry thing hanging off of the object. It looks feathery and has bright colours shooting through it.
White teeth gleam as the figure smiles.
"Ooh, you're awake. Have you missed me?"
He doesn't know what to say to that.
"Well, in any case, I missed you. It's quite nice in here, don't you think?"
Rhapsody can still hear the rain, but he can't see it. He bleats, whimpering, and the figure giggles uncontrollably.
"Ooh darling, do take that ridiculous thing off! I mean really, how am I supposed to hold a conversation with you when you're like that and I'm not?! Don't be foolish!"
The fawn bolts, spooked, when the figure leans closer and those gold eyes stare straight into his, because he realises that he knows what it is.
Rhapsody pants as he wakes, trembling. It's what Mick told him. It's real.
"Human."
Ah. o: -still
-still curious-
Rhapsody is sweet. ;;
Lit.
HURP C:
Cea.