05-10-2021, 03:38 AM
AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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The other remained silent through the approach of others, his body tense. The others didn't matter to him, not the ones that came forward to tell their group of manners. He would have come alone to find Fraggle had he known any earlier. He could have moved alone and taken Fraggle back. So what if he was outnumbered? The grim was used to being outnumbered in everything he did. His ears swiveled as Arlo spoke, telling him that he would listen. His gaze was locked onto Dante with a faint growl at the scent of the drunk, eyes narrowing with fury. He was only here for Fraggle, niceness and etiquette be damned. He'd go to hell and back for the child. For his son.
Inhaling as he caught sight of Fraggle appearing, happily taking the boy's embrace of his leg, lowering his head to bury his nose in Fraggle's head fur, attempting to nuzzle the boy in relief, a throbbed purr escaping him. "All that matters is that you are safe now, Fragglerock. We will talk more once we go home.", he would rumble gently, blinking as Arlo approached to put his nose on Fraggle's head. He knew that they were both relieved. He couldn't hold back the soft rumbles as Fraggle pressed into his side, keeping his foreleg close to Fraggle, ready to launch himself if Dante should make an unwise choice. He doubted that the others would attack but he'd already struck the child. It wouldn't surprise him.
Gaze turning to Aine, "Marigold, got it. Thank you for looking after my son. I'll make sure his injury doesn't turn sour.", he would murmur with a bow of his head and shoulders. He was the closest thing to a medic they had. He was unaware of the blooms of allium and pink camelia growing upon his shoulders, his usual mechanism for conversation revealing itself. He would turn at Arlo's words, a gentle shepherd for Fraggle, "Can you walk well or would you like a ride home?", he asked him gently, legs shivering. He was happy, his son was back, more or less in one piece. He turned to take leave with Damion, keeping his pace slow enough for Fraggle until he gave an answer.
Inhaling as he caught sight of Fraggle appearing, happily taking the boy's embrace of his leg, lowering his head to bury his nose in Fraggle's head fur, attempting to nuzzle the boy in relief, a throbbed purr escaping him. "All that matters is that you are safe now, Fragglerock. We will talk more once we go home.", he would rumble gently, blinking as Arlo approached to put his nose on Fraggle's head. He knew that they were both relieved. He couldn't hold back the soft rumbles as Fraggle pressed into his side, keeping his foreleg close to Fraggle, ready to launch himself if Dante should make an unwise choice. He doubted that the others would attack but he'd already struck the child. It wouldn't surprise him.
Gaze turning to Aine, "Marigold, got it. Thank you for looking after my son. I'll make sure his injury doesn't turn sour.", he would murmur with a bow of his head and shoulders. He was the closest thing to a medic they had. He was unaware of the blooms of allium and pink camelia growing upon his shoulders, his usual mechanism for conversation revealing itself. He would turn at Arlo's words, a gentle shepherd for Fraggle, "Can you walk well or would you like a ride home?", he asked him gently, legs shivering. He was happy, his son was back, more or less in one piece. He turned to take leave with Damion, keeping his pace slow enough for Fraggle until he gave an answer.
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