(Serenai) He feels the keen sting of love a bit too keenly, maybe... sweet, little boy~
(Serendipity)
It's him!
Immediately upon hearing that sweet, sweet voice, Radio turns around, facing the bird-deer with excited anticipation all over his face, small and bright in the darkness he roams.
zzzZZZN-no, I haven't... How doez it look?ZZZzzz He asks curiously, getting up as quickly as he can to greet his friend with a warm and soft nuzzle, bones and joints creaking sickeningly in the process. He's been laying down too much again.
Though a worried expression and jerk runs through the body of Radio as Serendipity coughs, his heart feeling like it's caught in a snare, a terrible sting penetrating it as he moves closer, putting his head to the side of his friend's ribs, listening...
zzzZZZZY-you'reZzick!ZZzzzz he yelps in a distressed tone of voice, worry unlike any other in the world shining on his round, twisted face as he snuggles closer softly, trembling badly as he does, his world feeling like it just got shattered into a thousand pieces. You can't be sick, that means you'll go away and never come back! I don't want you to! I won't allow it!!
"Just a cold"
His words are gentle and reassuring, watching the other fret, fairy-floss shaded lips turning down lightly at the edges in a concerned frown, as if it were Radio who were ailing, not himself. "It will go away" it hurts in his chest to see such worry upon the face of one he holds so dear.
"Nothing's gonna harm you.
Nothing's gonna dare.
Other's can desert you not to worry whistle I'll be there"
The words, sweet as honey, sending chills down Radio's thin, fragile spine, calming his heart ever so slightly, making him give his friend his obsession a small, insecure smile, the trembling of his malnourished body subsiding just a little, though he dares not pull away. I won't leave... if I leave, you'll... you'll... Just like the others... I won't leave!
But at the sound of the beautiful song, he straightens up to give Serendipity a soft, affectionate nuzzle. I know that song!...
He daren't sing it, but from the back of his mouth-piece comes a tiny tune, small and delicate to match his companion, continuing the song with blurred words.
"...emons may ch... you with a smile..." He smiles shyly.
zzzZZZI love your zinging...ZZZzz his voice is nought but a whisper, still the dedication and affection it exhibits is enough to give you chills.
Love is an obsession. It has that quality to it. But there are healthy obsessions, and Love is one of them.
"for a while.
But in time, nothing can harm you.
Not while I'm around"
he lowers his head so that he can push his mask off from where it clings to his face, shaking his head, the longer fur atop his head brushing light over his face, pale like moonlight, broken by delicate features, large onyx eyes rimmed in lashes like spider's silk, smiling lips the lightness of new-spun cotton candy.
I love your singing I love everything about you
He doesn't say it, he doesn't need to.
"Sing with me?" his ears tilt back gently, ever restful, the scent of poppies clings to him, bound tight on his tines.
As Seren gracefully removes his mask, Radio stares in awe at the beauty of the delicate features, his heart feeling like it just stopped for a small eternity, taken aback by the pure, white and wonderful sight that is Serendipity. He feels extremely honoured to have been allowed to see the face of the other, so much so he's close to not feeling worthy.
But a stone in his throat breaks his small eternity at the gentle request. He shakes his head, a gasp in his voice.
zzzZZZBut I... I can't zing... I'll juzt ruin it...ZZZzzz he says, head hanging low, his greatest dream so close he can almost taste it and yet so far away, inhibited by his own abilities or lack thereof.
He hates his voice. How could he ever blemish Serendipity's wonderful song by intruding upon it with his donkey-whine of a voice?
Radio swallows, taking a deep breath, the song of the bird touching him deeply, moving him, making him daring and bringing him hope that maybe, just maybe he'll be able to sing with him... it's a small hope and it flickers like a sickly flame, but it still drives him to close his eyes, gathering courage and hesitantly try... zzzZZZNothing'z gonna harm you... not while I'm around...ZZZzzz His voice is raspy and broken from dis-use, but the small, slightly off tune rings out true, if shy and hesitant, the instrumentals echoing faintly in the back of his throat.
A small pause, almost as if he was expecting Serendipity to strike him from molesting the song like that, but then... he quietly continues, the music growing stronger. zzzZZZNothing'z gonna harm you, darling, not while I'm around!...ZZZzzz
Making Radio swallow as a rush of heat floods across his face, the feeling unfamiliar and almost embarrassing to him. For a second he goes stiff and tense before relaxing his body with a smile, caressing Serendipity gently with a rub of his cheek, which is a little warmer than normally.
His entire body is full of chills by his friend's words, making his heart beat faster, a wave of happiness driving it more strongly than ever.
zzZZZN-no, I'm not...ZZZzz he mumbles hesitantly, though a naive need to believe anything the bird says is tugging strongly at the edges of his soul.
zzZZZY-you are...ZZZzzz My beautiful bird... you're a thousand times more beautiful than anything else on earth...
These words puzzle Radio greatly, looking down upon his bulging knees, his jet-black coat and protruding ribs, not to mention the huge, painful laying-sores on his back legs that are hidden from view by velvet fur.
Confused, he cocks an eyebrow and tilts his head with a nasty, cracking sound.
zzzZZZThen... what iz it?...ZZZzzz he asks in puzzlement, truly wanting to know the bird's perception of beauty, wanting to know... Why does he find me beautiful?...
"Beauty has no true definition. Beauty is different to everyone. That's what makes it beauty" he lifts his head, tilting it downwards as if preening, gently plucking a silken feather of sharp ivory, neck extending to tuck it behind the dark fawn's ear.
"tse tse tse"
a fond bird song before replacing his mask, leaning into Radio, a serene smile set on his face.
Making the fawn widen his eyes and give a gasp, his heart leaping for the heavens as Serendipity gives to him this most precious of gifts. He feels his world stop and freeze this very moment in its indescribable beauty, his body ridden with chills, making the heat he radiates tremble and intensify gently, as a smile more blissful than any other smile in recorded history curls the corners of his blocked mouth and tugs at his eyes, making him give a small, eager jerk as he gently nuzzles his dear, dear friend, feeling like anything could happen now and it would still be alright, as long as he had his Serendipity. I wish I could give you something in return... he ponders long and hard, wanting desperately to show his affection towards the delicate bird, but having no means of doing so...
But with a small smile, he remembers and softly wills a small tune to play from his mouth-piece.
zzzZZZI... I made this for you...ZZZzzz He says as the tune plays, a small, fine, delicate tune to match the bird, a tune so full of the affection of its creator, it brings tears to your eyes.
A fluttering of ebony eyes, mask crooked after half an attempt to put it on before having leaned into the musical deer, tail gently flashing behind him a few ticks.
It's beautiful.
And he thinks so.
It is plain to see in the way his heart beats in his chest, exhausted but so very happy.
"it's perfect"
His words are a light whisper, slipping over silken lips in a velvet voice as he allows himself to rest at last, throat slightly sore from so much speaking.
He couldn't care less.
And Radio smiles happily, his very being full of bliss as the smaller deer rests gently on him, the thick, soft fur of his neck making for an excellent pillow while the tune plays softly, the perfect lullaby for the fragile bird. zzzZZZOnly for you...ZZZzzz he whispers softly, nuzzling the object of his affection carefully, wishing for once that his mouth wasn't blocked by metal, that his lips were not unable to reach another...
It is the hill with a lot of red grass on it and birch trees. Next to the playground.
I had to log out, though, I have an exam to prepare for, unfortunately...
OKay!!! Me too. Are you a fawn? I am not I am a giant orange/black Butterfly patterns sorta! i have giant white horns how about you coz i have no mask!!!
Awh... the poor guy. =/ He
He has such beautiful thoughts, its a pity that he feels so ugly himself..
I love how you made this. <3
aww you have to feel pity for
Someone should tell him, that even rocks can be beautiful in thier unique way.
Mick Kreiger: You Know You Love Me XOXO
Spyrre: I thank you very
ShadowsofLight: I doubt he would believe it, but it may be quite healthy for him. Maybe he just needs someone to tell him not all rocks are ugly : )
Well maybe we should pound it
Mick Kreiger: You Know You Love Me XOXO
Be my guest, he loves to meet
Oh, sweethearted boy... :c
A swish of the tail. "Have
A swish of the tail.
"Have you ever seen a peacock stone?"
His head lays low held, it still feels strange to talk, the stone in his chest is back, but it doesn't seem so heavy around this one.
"♥"
(Serenai) He feels the keen
(Serendipity)
Immediately upon hearing that sweet, sweet voice, Radio turns around, facing the bird-deer with excited anticipation all over his face, small and bright in the darkness he roams.
zzzZZZN-no, I haven't... How doez it look?ZZZzzz He asks curiously, getting up as quickly as he can to greet his friend with a warm and soft nuzzle, bones and joints creaking sickeningly in the process. He's been laying down too much again.
"Like fireworks. Like love,
He smiles, that soft, sad smile of his, coughing gently, turning his head away as he does so, so as not to chance infecting the other with his cold.
"It's beautiful, just like you"
His head tilts down, tail wagging as he presses a chaste kiss to the darker creature's head as he so often does.
Though a worried expression
zzzZZZZY-you'reZzick!ZZzzzz he yelps in a distressed tone of voice, worry unlike any other in the world shining on his round, twisted face as he snuggles closer softly, trembling badly as he does, his world feeling like it just got shattered into a thousand pieces.
You can't be sick, that means you'll go away and never come back! I don't want you to! I won't allow it!!
"Just a cold" His words are
His words are gentle and reassuring, watching the other fret, fairy-floss shaded lips turning down lightly at the edges in a concerned frown, as if it were Radio who were ailing, not himself.
"It will go away" it hurts in his chest to see such worry upon the face of one he holds so dear.
"Nothing's gonna harm you.
Nothing's gonna dare.
Other's can desert you not to worry whistle I'll be there"
Bird song
The words, sweet as honey,
I won't leave... if I leave, you'll... you'll... Just like the others... I won't leave!
But at the sound of the beautiful song, he straightens up to give Serendipity a soft, affectionate nuzzle.
I know that song!...
He daren't sing it, but from the back of his mouth-piece comes a tiny tune, small and delicate to match his companion, continuing the song with blurred words.
"...emons may ch... you with a smile..." He smiles shyly.
zzzZZZI love your zinging...ZZZzz his voice is nought but a whisper, still the dedication and affection it exhibits is enough to give you chills.
Love is an obsession. It has
"for a while.
But in time, nothing can harm you.
Not while I'm around"
he lowers his head so that he can push his mask off from where it clings to his face, shaking his head, the longer fur atop his head brushing light over his face, pale like moonlight, broken by delicate features, large onyx eyes rimmed in lashes like spider's silk, smiling lips the lightness of new-spun cotton candy.
I love your singing
I love everything about you
He doesn't say it, he doesn't need to.
"Sing with me?" his ears tilt back gently, ever restful, the scent of poppies clings to him, bound tight on his tines.
As Seren gracefully removes
But a stone in his throat breaks his small eternity at the gentle request. He shakes his head, a gasp in his voice.
zzzZZZBut I... I can't zing... I'll juzt ruin it...ZZZzzz he says, head hanging low, his greatest dream so close he can almost taste it and yet so far away, inhibited by his own abilities or lack thereof.
He hates his voice. How could he ever blemish Serendipity's wonderful song by intruding upon it with his donkey-whine of a voice?
"Being close and being clever
He smiles, a gentle thing.
His head shakes slowly, resting his forehead against the dark one's.
"Not to worry not to worry.
Please?"
crackle pop.
He loves the static.
Radio swallows, taking a
zzzZZZNothing'z gonna harm you... not while I'm around...ZZZzzz His voice is raspy and broken from dis-use, but the small, slightly off tune rings out true, if shy and hesitant, the instrumentals echoing faintly in the back of his throat.
A small pause, almost as if he was expecting Serendipity to strike him from molesting the song like that, but then... he quietly continues, the music growing stronger.
zzzZZZNothing'z gonna harm you, darling, not while I'm around!...ZZZzzz
A bobbing of the head,
"Demons will charm you with a smile, for a while, but in time~
Nothing's gonna harm you.
Not, while, I'm around"
His smile returns, turning his head to cough again, resting his cheek against the other's neck now.
"You're beautiful"
Making Radio swallow as a
His entire body is full of chills by his friend's words, making his heart beat faster, a wave of happiness driving it more strongly than ever.
zzZZZN-no, I'm not...ZZZzz he mumbles hesitantly, though a naive need to believe anything the bird says is tugging strongly at the edges of his soul.
zzZZZY-you are...ZZZzzz
My beautiful bird... you're a thousand times more beautiful than anything else on earth...
He knows. He doesn't say this
He doesn't say this out loud, but vain as any peacock he prides himself on his looks.
But at the moment he doesn't seem to care about that.
"Others don't see beauty for what it is"
Simple words, eyes fluttering closed, breath gently rattling in his chest.
He feels just a bit better now.
These words puzzle Radio
Confused, he cocks an eyebrow and tilts his head with a nasty, cracking sound.
zzzZZZThen... what iz it?...ZZZzzz he asks in puzzlement, truly wanting to know the bird's perception of beauty, wanting to know...
Why does he find me beautiful?...
"Beauty has no true
"tse tse tse"
a fond bird song before replacing his mask, leaning into Radio, a serene smile set on his face.
Making the fawn widen his
I wish I could give you something in return... he ponders long and hard, wanting desperately to show his affection towards the delicate bird, but having no means of doing so...
But with a small smile, he remembers and softly wills a small tune to play from his mouth-piece.
zzzZZZI... I made this for you...ZZZzzz He says as the tune plays, a small, fine, delicate tune to match the bird, a tune so full of the affection of its creator, it brings tears to your eyes.
"!" A fluttering of ebony
"!"
A fluttering of ebony eyes, mask crooked after half an attempt to put it on before having leaned into the musical deer, tail gently flashing behind him a few ticks.
It's beautiful.
And he thinks so.
It is plain to see in the way his heart beats in his chest, exhausted but so very happy.
"it's perfect"
His words are a light whisper, slipping over silken lips in a velvet voice as he allows himself to rest at last, throat slightly sore from so much speaking.
He couldn't care less.
Today has been perfect.
And Radio smiles happily, his
zzzZZZOnly for you...ZZZzzz he whispers softly, nuzzling the object of his affection carefully, wishing for once that his mouth wasn't blocked by metal, that his lips were not unable to reach another...
Still, he smiles.
Mine.
WOW your great at writing
I could log in, if you wish
Your welcome, it is very much
LETS MEET UP I AM AT THE
LETS MEET UP I AM AT THE
I shall go in-forest, then,
I suppose you'll be suing the picto of your main-account?
Well I am a orange and brown
OKAY I AM BACK! nipped to the
Alright, Radio is wandering
Where is red hill??
Just meet me at the bridge??
It is the hill with a lot of
I had to log out, though, I have an exam to prepare for, unfortunately...
OKay!!! Me too. Are you a
Radio's in-game appearance is