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Pitch Black ♞ ([personal profile] isolophobia) wrote in [community profile] thehometree2015-05-12 02:09 pm

Nightmare 2 || Amber post or Action

amber;

[ Pitch is, well, lounging. There's really no other word for it, and he just so happens to look like someone lounging half-under a warm kotatsu...only it's a bed. That's right you're looking at what appears to be fully grown man lounging underneath somebody's bed while he's making an amber post. ]

Do you know that everyone can see these? Doesn't matter where they are, if they check their magic looking glass, they can all see and hear me.

action;

[ And in case you were worried about it, yes that is an awfully familiar looking bed. Checking on your particular bed would reveal a certain Boogeyman lounging underneath, with his wings neatly folded along his back almost like an extra bit of cape with gold at the edges and fluffy bits between his shoulders. Do you sleep somewhere other than a bed? Well, no big deal. Pitch is just making use of this bed (like a creeper) for the moment. Hey, at least he's not in your space? ]

((OOC; Don't worry about a 'catch up' log, or any kind logging. I'm slower than frozen sap in Winter for tagging, but the plot lasts more than a week, so only worry about having fun, not being plot relevant, elsewise tag your comments amber or action please? Just so I can keep it all straight in my head ;'D ))
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[personal profile] princeandscholar 2015-05-29 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[Finally, there’s a crack in Orcelito’s arrogance and an emotion beyond wary annoyance rears. Awe, because we never really grow out of our respect for darkness. He leans backs, tilting his head to follow those golden eyes, and for just a moment he might as well be six again instead of sixteen and jaded towards all things dark and towering. A spark of fear flickers anew – and of fascination.

Is he trying to intimidate him? Why now, all of a sudden? The question wasn’t meant as a strike. For it to be taken that way, for him to feel defensive, there must be a reason…

Orcelito carefully reviews their conversation and arranges it into a pattern he can understand. And a new impression of this mysterious visitor forms – one based on honest evaluation rather than assumptions. Because, for all that show and shadow and skulking, there’s a promised story with an endless inkwell and a happy roommate.

So Orcelito relaxes. His expression softens with the confident smile that comes from understanding. And he says with childlike simplicity:]


She’s my friend too.