March 21, 2010 - 7:17am — ocean
Keme
"...does it, Sir Osias?" He smiles bitterly, a strange sight on the fawn's face that is normally alight with laughter, curiosity, something innocent. Not today...something is strange about the fawn. His antlers have been growing in, now, fast in this magical forest...He will have his first set soon. Little candles, complete with a glowing flame, lay in front of the first tine, flickering in an odd beat with his heart and blinks.
He had found this deer because he sensed that Osias knew something, something that he wanted to know too.
He stares at him, sitting above the fawn like a king on his portion of the broken stone. Keme sits below, with no illusions. He is not a king, just a fawn. Just a fawn attracted to strange, often dark creatures, leading him to ones like the Demon sitting above him. The bitter smile fades as he begins to speak softly to himself, murmuring.
"My mother...adopted mother. I don't think she'd like you, Sir...But then again, she didn't even raise a hoof to say 'don't'. Not like Kaoori at all...I think she loves somebody more than me, Mister." He looks for confirmation from the Demon, then suddenly continues.
"It's this fawn...'Empty Child'. Miss Joro loves it...It'll be a fawn forever, you see, Mister Osias. Not like me," He looks up, attempting to see his own antlers, "'Cause I'll be a stag soon." He sighs and looks down, frowning.
"And she said she loved me too, but she didn't say 'forever'. I think she gave up on me..." He looks back up suddenly as the demon moves to sit beside him, for reasons he can't quite understand. Osias is warm, a welcome friend in the atmosphere of the mist he is so frightened of. He moves closer.
"Mister Osias, that's kind of you..." He lays his head down, falling asleep beside the demon.
If his mother didn't care enough to tell him what was right or wrong, he'd find out himself.
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Some time later, he awakens, alone. He gazes at the shifting grey landscape and wonders, just for a moment, if it had some how made its way into his mind.
A wolf howls close by, and he stands, wandering out into the grey.
[Keme's fine now (mostly >>), and yes, he does have a possessive and rather jealous side. ;D]
The curious are often the
Osias had welcomed Keme to sit with him in the ruins, upon the slab of stone that he called his. He had even gone so far as to outstretch one great leg and bring the fawn close to his breast. It was cold, lacking something, but the little things that buzzed within may have been soothing to the ears of a fawn. He glanced downwards at his company, his eyes the color of moonlit onyx; he took in every word and every expression.
"Knowledge does not lie with many, it would seem," the creature replied quietly. "...They say that curiosity killed the cat, yes, but cats are said to have nine lives, perhaps for that very purpose. I am sure that the same could be said about deer to some extent. It is just that many lack the courage to question things." He paused to clear his throat of some obstruction. "Your adopted mother may not...like me, but what matters is what you think of me. You are a very brave little fawn. Any loving mother would be proud, yes."
Osias watched that bitter smile fade; his own expression did the same, crocodile tear teeth forming a thoughtful frown behind his mask. "It is most unfortunate that your mother has found another fawn to love. It happens sometimes, yes. It is always unfortunate. Does tend to love things that will remain small and simple forever. Perhaps you have outgrown her as she has outgrown you."
Keme smiled, looking at the
Instead, he smiled this time, looking up at the Demon, hanging onto the creature's words. When he finished, the fawn pondered for a moment, then spoke.
"I...like you...And you let me sit by you. So...I like you very much.
She didn't really say much, but she seemed all worried now. I bet she wants me to stay away, but I don't want to." He looks proud for an instant, then traces patterns with his hoof.
"She says she loves me now, though, and I kinda believe her. I love her back, really. And she does love me, but she loves that thing too...Maybe if I grow up she'll start loving it and not me..." He sighs and looks downcast, eyes on the forest floor.
"What do I do...?" He looks at the demon, though he'd really said it more to himself.
Osias was a deer, at some
He craned his neck in such a way that he found himself looking into Keme's eyes. That smile cracked his mask at the corners. "I like you, too, little one. You are quiet, and you have manners. The same cannot be said about many of the forest's inhabitants, yes."
The buzzing of Osias' flies died down to a subtle hum, as if the insects were allowing the two to converse without the distraction of dozens of little wings. "You are old enough to make your own decisions. After all, you are to become a stag soon, yes. You said it yourself..." he cleared his throat, something rumbling within the chambers of his chest, "...just a moment ago. No one should tell you what to do. Not me, not your mother. You may listen to your elders, but do not blindly believe in their words. Age does not make everyone wise."
"You do what you think is best."
Keme smiled wide at the
"...But...What if I don't know what I want to do?" He frowns slightly, lowering his eyes suddenly.
"Maybe I'll find out, then...later." He sighs and puts his head down, wrapping around Osias. Perhaps dreams would bring the answer.
LOL THIS TOTALLY SLIPPED
I feel wretched now.
|'D
Beautiful writing ~<3
*petpet* No, I would have
<3
Thank you.
Well... I feel wretched
I feel wretched about the sibling rivalry. 8(
OR WHATEVER IT IS LOL. I suppose it's something like D:
*hug* Keme's possessive [a
Keme's possessive [a word I can NEVER spell]. EC hasn't done anything wrong. ^^
I think it is. >> xD