Right now I can't draw even if I try. Above sketch proves it. Soyay, spam.
But the important stuff's inside. Yeahyeah~



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[I watched him vomit.

He was purifying himself; dejecting something inside him that fouled his body. It soothed me. This fawn- he wanted to be clean. I wanted it for him.

The other fawns stared on, worried or confused. But all bore expressions that bluntly proclaimed their disgust. Disgust for what he could not control. Disgust for his need to be cleansed.

I was revolted myself by their reactions as I stooped and dropped my arms around his heaving frame. His face jerked upwards, giving me my first view of this boy that I marveled. I could smell them on his breath, see them in his fireglow eyes- parasitic vermin.

He would be purging himself of them for years to come.

I knew that from the moment I saw him. And I knew I wouldn’t help him. But I took him anyways. Washed his face in the running water of the Idol and settled him in the poppies. And as he slept, for him, I resisted the monstrous need to steal the candied fawn dreams from his head. This boy represented something far more than I could comprehend at that point. I needed him.
I needed him for me. So that I could understand.]
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I know I haven't said much about Tiz lately, so consider this my...teensy...tribute to him.
For those who don't know, he's a thought-morphing, dream-stealing monster in disguise as a deer. c: