August 29, 2010 - 6:03am — thecapturedplanet
Such a beautiful thing. All white and gold like an angel.
Red. eyes like some little demon, is that what he is? certainly he can't do anything properly, he let him die, let him die, he let jergens die. Jergensandnippersandmalware oh god it was his fault.
He sniffles, extends a leg, pretty golden hoof, useless, all the gold in the world won't make him happy again.
Red like blood.
Red like passion Red like love
Red like his fur.
oh how that image is forever burned into his mind, behind his eyelids.
the most important things are behind your eyelids. But paradise disappears when you close your eyes for the last time
Is he alive? he must be, strong Jergens, it takes more than that to make a person, a deer, die, right? right?
he drags himself to his hooves, stupid, heavy things.
Drags himself off.
and oh, it is the smell that hits him.
roses, but he can ignore that, flowers are so easily ignored compared the sweet nearly cream scent of the one he knows, the one he remembers.
He's alive? he's alive!
And now;
his hooves have never felt so light.
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erp ;; not nearly as good as yours, I'm sorry, I'll do another for you sometime to make up for it.
Oh hush :< This is so
This is so sweeeeeet, gawd ;; Faaaaaaaith... *pethuggle*
I love the style of this, it's so awesomeandiloveitanditssweetandjfkljlajga...
Gawsh, you wrote him better than I ever do. Out of all the chars I have, I consider Bartleby the hardest to write, and you wrote him flawlessly :'3
Goodness, we should trade again, sometime soon. huhu~