[open] i still worship the flame, anyone

[Deception]

with each love i cut loose i was never the same --

He stands alone, but his mind is busy.

All around him there is a flourish of color, from the vibrant jewel-tones of the flowers that sway in time with the sea of grass, to the nearly unnatural robin’s egg blue of the sky. Between two trees wisteria has twisted its way up their trunks and along the branches, reaching out and entangling to form an arch of violet blooms. He stands beneath the floral canopy, a few stray petals drifting towards the ground and nestling into the black strands of his mane, with fox fire shifting lazily around him.

He looks around, his eyes narrowed just slightly in thought and concentration. There is something missing, and while he knows what it is, he cannot bring himself to add it to the illusion. It is one thing to architect a dreamscape for himself, to brighten what he considers to be an otherwise dull view. But to fill the space with made-up bodies, to design and orchestrate their voices and white-noise of chatter…that would be a step too far. 

No matter how tired he grew of his own thoughts, he could not allow himself to fall to such a low pit of desperation. 
He would shoulder his loneliness and his boredom just as he always has, in stoic silence and beneath the veil of whatever image his mind has decided to bring to life that day.

And so he continues to add to his existing piece of work, more flowers—daisies, larkspur, and cosmos—manifesting from thin air, more wisteria reaching through the trees, not at all caring if anyone else is around to witness the illusion.

D E C E P T I O N

[Snowshadow]

The pure white coat of the young mare made her stand out some in the green background of the forest. She managed to lose her brother, well for now at least, he'd find her later on.
She loved being surround by plants, could feel their energy all around her, some much so she could walk with her eyes closed as she moved through the trees that skirted the edge of the meadow. It was probably all link to her ability of plant manipulation, she could effectively have them guide her to stop her walking into things.
Well that was at least the plan anyway, occasionally she'd end up walking into something.

With a sigh she opened her eyes, she wasn't use to being alone and as much as it was peaceful here, it was absent of any others. It made her feel lonely. She needed some companionship, some friends even because as much as she loved her brother being in his company an only ever his company could become overwhelming at times.

She was silent when something caught her eye in the distance, moving forward slowly and quietly as not to disturb the artist, because watching what he was creating was art. She watched from a short distance away, memorised by the creation and not wanting to disturb his concentration.

It was only when there was a lull in his manifestation that she finally spoke that's beautiful she said quietly, loud enough that he'd hear here, but not enough to shatter the silence.

[Deception]

with each love i cut loose i was never the same --

The stranger is like a specter in the corner of his vision, and he turns to look at her with jade-green eyes that stand out like jewels against the dark of his face. He is most often alone, and while he does not prefer it that way, it is what he knows best. Conversation did not always come easy to him, but thankfully his illusions were often an easy deflection from his own poor skills.

And as he expected—and hoped—it is his illusion that she comments on first.

“Thank you,” he tells her, his voice feeling rusted from disuse, but the gratitude is genuine all the same.  “Unfortunately,” he begins, focusing his attention on a patch of wildflowers. They shimmer and fade, disappearing entirely—no wilted petals left behind, no earth disturbed, as if they had never been.  “It isn’t real. But lovely nonetheless.”

Finding that he does not like the empty space, he brings the image of the flowers back, just as vivid as before. Satisfied, he looks back to her, his dark lips shifting into the barest of smiles. “My name is Deception.”

D E C E P T I O N

[Snowshadow]

The snow white mare watches as the illusion disappears before her eyes, slightly surprised at just how real it had looked before fading away into nothing.
It is still impressive none the less, to be able to conjure such a creative pieces from nothing but your own mind, that is a gift not many have she say softly with a smile.
Herself included when she thought of it, oh her powers of plant manipulation were good and came in handy, but her artistic streak.. that was often lacking.

She thought for a moment, she wasn't sure how much company he wanted, but so far he hadn't told her to go away. It gave her an idea.
Her eyes brightened slight as her mind called on the vines that were looped around a low hanging branch, instructing them to follow her minds eye in a similar pattern to one he had made.
As the vines curled round each other without touching, small flowers bloomed to life. It wasn't perfect by any means, especially as her mind grew tired.

When she looked back to him she shook her head like i said, an artistic mind is not a gift many possess she said with a grin.

She listened as he introduced himself it's nice to meet you Deception, i'm SnowShadow offering he own introduction in return of his.

@Deception