02-12-2017, 10:39 AM
As the other drifts his way Frankenstein trains his crystal blues back on the earth. It appears he might be taking particular interest in the critter that rests just at his feet and that is his every intention. Meeting people made him uncomfortable as he had learned to expect some sort of ridicule or game to follow, the how-dos always being at his expense. By the time the snow white stallion reaches him his legs are trembling, a quiver racing up their lengths that he tries his best to steady. The fact that he had recently taken a keen liking to patches of locoweed did not help the matter. It was not becoming of him or anyone to display such a discomfort at casual interaction but the psychoactive effects of his most recent meal left him with a sense of paranoia that was even greater than usual.
Small is the smirk that grabs his lips, the other greeting him in what he found to be a humorous observation, even if it was, in a sense, true. Perhaps it did look as though snow traced patches and spots along his back and his pelt in whole, it was an interesting comparison though he had heard it few times before. “H-hello,” the conversation led to an awkward stutter that stole his words.
“F-fr-frankenstein,” that part was almost a whisper, just audible as he quickly looked up at the stranger and then back to the decomposing creature, nudging it gently with a hoof.
“I am interested in the s-science of it. Is the boundry of life and death imaginary, can it be breached?” It seemed that talking about his interests, specifically this had eased the chatter to his speech. The moment the other male brushed gently against his skin he was once more an awkward and babbling virgin, hands and thumbs and fumbling grasps at normal interaction. What is normal though?
“Life is a f-fine interest but what is life exactly, s-specifically? Is it merely a series of reactions, the working of all the proper physical components, or is life dependent on the soul?” There was no simple response to the question, Frankenstein could muse ever long on the complications of the matter at hand but he found himself silenced. He had been speaking so much and hijacked the conversation.
Small is the smirk that grabs his lips, the other greeting him in what he found to be a humorous observation, even if it was, in a sense, true. Perhaps it did look as though snow traced patches and spots along his back and his pelt in whole, it was an interesting comparison though he had heard it few times before. “H-hello,” the conversation led to an awkward stutter that stole his words.
“F-fr-frankenstein,” that part was almost a whisper, just audible as he quickly looked up at the stranger and then back to the decomposing creature, nudging it gently with a hoof.
“I am interested in the s-science of it. Is the boundry of life and death imaginary, can it be breached?” It seemed that talking about his interests, specifically this had eased the chatter to his speech. The moment the other male brushed gently against his skin he was once more an awkward and babbling virgin, hands and thumbs and fumbling grasps at normal interaction. What is normal though?
“Life is a f-fine interest but what is life exactly, s-specifically? Is it merely a series of reactions, the working of all the proper physical components, or is life dependent on the soul?” There was no simple response to the question, Frankenstein could muse ever long on the complications of the matter at hand but he found himself silenced. He had been speaking so much and hijacked the conversation.
frankenstein
i have been half in love with easeful death