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you don't answer when i call your name - grimjaw - 11-22-2020 GRIMJAW Sometimes he finds himself missing the swamp that he’d grown up in. There were crocodiles and cannibals, of course, but nothing particularly strange had ever happened to him there. Nothing beyond the floating lights that led a few children into the dark, that is. Even those he had been thoroughly warned about, though. Nothing ever prepared him for strange girls with gems for eyes who might curse him like this. If they had, would he have grappled with the agony of his bones emerging through his skin? He supposes not. He dismisses the thought, frustrated with the lack of answers and understanding of it all. A slow sigh drags itself from the depths of his lungs as he begins wading through the meadow grasses with stiff, aching strides. There aren’t nearly enough years on this body to move like this but his muscles ache with all the bruising of his crash landing and the new bone armor. Despite the dry thirst building in his throat, he avoids the river that he crawled out of. He isn’t prepared for the reflection he might see staring back up at him. There is a definite weight of some mask resting across his face and he can see the deep purple of it in the corners of his eyes. It curves beneath his left eye and swoops up and over the right, though there is a hole large enough for him to see easily through. When he runs his tongue over his parched lips, he can feel the sharp edges of the thing there. It sends a shiver up his spine and turns his stomach. Maybe this is who he is now. Maybe it can be undone. He isn’t sure, but his priority for now is to understand just where it is he’s wandering now. Grimjaw comes to a stop and shifts his weight. The little barbs running down the length of his spine grit against one another and he cringes at the feeling. @[kahzie] RE: you don't answer when i call your name - Asena - 11-25-2020 RE: you don't answer when i call your name - grimjaw - 11-28-2020 GRIMJAW He doesn’t notice her approaching from the corner of his eye until she’s too close for him to walk away without it being painfully obvious. So Grimjaw remains in place, slowly turning his head to look at her more clearly. There is a moment where he narrows his red eyes and notes the jewel tipped antlers adorning her head. Of course, she is not the one who cursed him, so he tries to keep the scowl from his face. She seems nice enough and none of it is her fault. “Hello,” he answers, his voice all gunpowder and Southern comfort. She says she likes his bones and he can’t help the way his head tilts in confusion at the compliment. Why would she like something so grim and ugly? But then she explains and he considers her reasoning for a moment more. He is her favorite color. His gaze drifts down her legs as he notices the flowers blooming from her skin. “They’re painful, but at least they aren’t awful to look at,” he says with a shrug that summons a wince across his face. It’s unfortunate, having difficulty using his favorite gesture now. How else can he express his devil may care attitude? She shares her name and he repeats it aloud, wondering if it sounds as nice when it’s said in his callous voice. Probably not. “My name is Grimjaw. Are you from around here?” he asks, gesturing to the wide expanse of land around them. @[Asena] RE: you don't answer when i call your name - Asena - 11-29-2020 RE: you don't answer when i call your name - grimjaw - 11-30-2020 GRIMJAW He studies her as though she holds some clue that will tell him precisely where he is in the world. His wild red eyes roam across her back, noting the way her tail connects to her mane where a pair of antlers sprout atop her head. Grimjaw supposes his own horn has become a part of this awful mask that obscures his face but he can’t be entirely sure. It hadn’t been anything as impressive as hers, so he wouldn’t particularly mourn the loss. But then she speaks and he realizes he’s caused her some offense. Is living here really so terrible? Should he find a home of his own, then? He blinks in surprise before regathering his composure and shifting his weight. Asena says she isn’t homeless and it dawns on him that, while she may not be, he technically is. Hm. “Well where do you live, then?” he asks as a smirk sneaks its way across his face. There is a subtle charm to him, even with the bone mask obscuring most of his features, but his voice maintains the gentle croon despite his new concerns. “I happen to be homeless, you see. Do I look it?” He turns himself to give her a better view and he also looks over his shoulder to appraise himself. Grimjaw supposes the new barbed spine and the external ribs haven’t entirely ruined his appearances. And besides, the purple looks nice against the rich black of him. His gaze falls back to her now as he takes the first steps to accepting this new version of himself. “Maybe you could recruit me to where ever it is you stay. I like to think I’m a decent catch,” he says with a honey-whiskey laugh. @[Asena] RE: you don't answer when i call your name - Asena - 12-13-2020 |