[thread] my soul to keep
Who: tree!Ashura, sleepy!Cain [closed]
What: Cain goes to visit the tree because he has so much love for Ashura that it hurts was told he'd be allowed to
Where: The tree in the remains of Ashura's church (?)
When: Between helping Allen and going to see Ayame; because I said so
Rating: G for lamb-like innocent-ness [subject to change]
It took him a moment or two to get used to the tree that wasn’t a tree.
As odd tree-like things went, Cain supposed it wasn’t the most intimidating he’d ever encountered. The face in it was something like peaceful; at rest, at least, as if finally come home from a long hard journey, finally passed out on a pillow in the luxurious comfort of a favourite place. Not necessarily at peace, just… resting. Looking at the face alone, a person could become rather groggy, as if wishing nothing more than to join the other in sleep.
Then one considered the fact that the face was, in fact, in something like a tree.
He could afford to be stubborn about this. The fact that the tree wasn’t a tree or the sleeper wasn’t a sleeper wasn’t going to bother him. He was here to see Ashura. That was all that mattered at the moment. Not that he could really ‘see’ his friend, apart from the tree-like-thing. Still, he wanted to be there, needed to be there. Ashura was lonely. Cain knew that he was poor company, but he wanted to do what he could. Now, when it might still help, rather than wallowing in his own self-loathing and incredibly stupid self-pity. This was more important. This was someone he could reach out to, sort of, whom he could properly lay himself bear before and accept the love or indifference that was cast his way. If it pleased Ashura to allow him to stay, he would stay. The tree…ness could be handled with a reasonably sane mind. After all, it wasn’t as if things could possibly become any stranger than they already were.
Although really, he had to smile in incredulity when the little black-headed sheep trotted calmly into his line of vision.
Slowly, carefully he approached the tree, crouching down beside it almost in the attitude of a person at prayer. The sprint sun felt warm on his back, as did the lamb’s breath as it moved close enough to nuzzle curiously at his shoulder. With an absent smile, content that he hadn’t received a sign to back away, Cain quietly settled himself in on the ground, one hand extended comfortably over the roots while the other tangled absently with the thick wool of his new fuzzy friend. A person could drift off to sleep like this, with the resting face and the soothing sunlight and the gentle bleat of the timid creature settling in beside its fellow black sheep…
[[ooc: ... tree. o_-]]
What: Cain goes to visit the tree because he has so much love for Ashura that it hurts was told he'd be allowed to
Where: The tree in the remains of Ashura's church (?)
When: Between helping Allen and going to see Ayame; because I said so
Rating: G for lamb-like innocent-ness [subject to change]
It took him a moment or two to get used to the tree that wasn’t a tree.
As odd tree-like things went, Cain supposed it wasn’t the most intimidating he’d ever encountered. The face in it was something like peaceful; at rest, at least, as if finally come home from a long hard journey, finally passed out on a pillow in the luxurious comfort of a favourite place. Not necessarily at peace, just… resting. Looking at the face alone, a person could become rather groggy, as if wishing nothing more than to join the other in sleep.
Then one considered the fact that the face was, in fact, in something like a tree.
He could afford to be stubborn about this. The fact that the tree wasn’t a tree or the sleeper wasn’t a sleeper wasn’t going to bother him. He was here to see Ashura. That was all that mattered at the moment. Not that he could really ‘see’ his friend, apart from the tree-like-thing. Still, he wanted to be there, needed to be there. Ashura was lonely. Cain knew that he was poor company, but he wanted to do what he could. Now, when it might still help, rather than wallowing in his own self-loathing and incredibly stupid self-pity. This was more important. This was someone he could reach out to, sort of, whom he could properly lay himself bear before and accept the love or indifference that was cast his way. If it pleased Ashura to allow him to stay, he would stay. The tree…ness could be handled with a reasonably sane mind. After all, it wasn’t as if things could possibly become any stranger than they already were.
Although really, he had to smile in incredulity when the little black-headed sheep trotted calmly into his line of vision.
Slowly, carefully he approached the tree, crouching down beside it almost in the attitude of a person at prayer. The sprint sun felt warm on his back, as did the lamb’s breath as it moved close enough to nuzzle curiously at his shoulder. With an absent smile, content that he hadn’t received a sign to back away, Cain quietly settled himself in on the ground, one hand extended comfortably over the roots while the other tangled absently with the thick wool of his new fuzzy friend. A person could drift off to sleep like this, with the resting face and the soothing sunlight and the gentle bleat of the timid creature settling in beside its fellow black sheep…
[[ooc: ... tree. o_-]]