[ Isn't as if the weather has anything to do with what's happened to them. Happening. Would be as pointless to begrudge it as it would the stars, or the water curling at their toes before retreating back to the ocean. The stars are where Rafe's gaze is fixed now, chin tipped up as he searches for familiar constellations in spite of knowing there aren't any. Strange up there as it is down here.
Because yeah, Fenris has horns and a tail and claws and scales coming in on top of it all— and even before that, he'd had ears and the tattoos that glows, none of which was normal by his standards before getting here —but what trumps all that is what Rafe sure as hell doesn't have: a pulse. He can almost forget, a few moments here and there in the daylight hours until he catches sight of himself, streaks of black against tanned skin. Until he stops the dead man walking act and he can feel the stillness within himself. No breath. No blood. No heart.
The sun's well set by now but it's Rafe who's been made a statue, sitting motionless as he watches the sky. It's already habit to keep Fenris on his better side. Granted, there's a few blotches at his ear and creeping at his collar, all right, but overall... He still looks like himself. If he has to wear long sleeves at a beach, keep his boots on to keep that illusion rather than dig his toes into the sand, then— So be it.
Eventually, the statue speaks again, tone as level as if the weather were the only thing on his mind. ]
Suppose it wasn't a total wash coming out for this shindig after all.
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[ Isn't as if the weather has anything to do with what's happened to them. Happening. Would be as pointless to begrudge it as it would the stars, or the water curling at their toes before retreating back to the ocean. The stars are where Rafe's gaze is fixed now, chin tipped up as he searches for familiar constellations in spite of knowing there aren't any. Strange up there as it is down here.
Because yeah, Fenris has horns and a tail and claws and scales coming in on top of it all— and even before that, he'd had ears and the tattoos that glows, none of which was normal by his standards before getting here —but what trumps all that is what Rafe sure as hell doesn't have: a pulse. He can almost forget, a few moments here and there in the daylight hours until he catches sight of himself, streaks of black against tanned skin. Until he stops the dead man walking act and he can feel the stillness within himself. No breath. No blood. No heart.
The sun's well set by now but it's Rafe who's been made a statue, sitting motionless as he watches the sky. It's already habit to keep Fenris on his better side. Granted, there's a few blotches at his ear and creeping at his collar, all right, but overall... He still looks like himself. If he has to wear long sleeves at a beach, keep his boots on to keep that illusion rather than dig his toes into the sand, then— So be it.
Eventually, the statue speaks again, tone as level as if the weather were the only thing on his mind. ]
Suppose it wasn't a total wash coming out for this shindig after all.