#glamzakis

                                             𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝘂𝗱𝗴𝗲.                        budging leads to leeway, and leeway means that bonnie would                 simply get far too  𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑨𝑩𝑳𝑬  with the idea of exhausting himself out.

SHE TEMPERS THE THOUGHT PHYSICALLY.     plucking her hand back to her side,   musing with her frame and visual form. 

      stella is eccentric in that way. in the same way that sun gestures about as if made of feathers and moon crawls with ease like a widow  ---  she is the same but so very different. prying about in her thoughts as if they were  petals  of a flower   ;   as if she weren’t simply wire and metal,  hardware built from technology created long ago.  (   perhaps that’s exactly why she pushes so hard.     unlike her,   there is age to him.   and it grates, and it breaks, and it wears and tears at his form.  oh yes  ---  she can see it, she sees it almost too well.      𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒘𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕.   )   

                            ❝     --- ---    𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄  .     ❞     she relents.                  ❝     .  .  .   but only as long as i  g  -  ge  -- get  to watch .     ❞

Trash, trash, TRASH! Did they ever throw out anything USEFUL? Where was the love for the stage, for design, for things anew? Did they wear out the same old decor each year ‘round? Foxy scowls to himself as the next part turns up as a soggy paper cup -- (ENVIRONMENTALLY FRIENDLY, THE SURFACE CRIED!) -- and he casts it aside with the rest of the JUNK.

Then... Deep, deep down in the basin of the beast... metal! METAL! OH, he could use this. He’s not sure what yet, but something! His claws hook around it and bring it to the surface, making it swiftly apparent how heavy it is. His parts squeal as his anchor is dropped, rooting him to the ground so that he can leverage back without the threat of toppling over. Eventually, it comes free.

His anchor returns and he looks over his prize carefully.

An... endoskeleton. Well, it wouldn’t do to scrap it! What would he do? Attach it to the other endoskeletons?

...That didn’t sound awful.

NO, Foxy, FOCUS. This is a new audience member! It would only do to treat them to an introductory show, and his next hour is almost at the door! He wraps his arms around the base of the husk, pulling it to his chest to accommodate the difference in heights.

@glamzakis​ asked :  “ so what do I owe the pleasure for this visit , hm ? “ he comments , momentarily before taking her hand in his & placing a gentle kiss along the back of her hand.

                EVER    SO    PATIENT    IS    SHE    AS    SHE    WAITS    FOR    HIM    TO    BECOME    FREE    .    hands    were    behind    her    back    ,    fingers    laced    together    as    she    rocked    back    and    forth    upon    paw    pads    .    she    watched    him    ,    enjoying    seeing    going    about    his    duties    .    she    was    able    to    take    time    away    from    hers    for    a    short    while    ,    so    why    not    go    see    him    ?

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There, before him, stands a ghost.

It’s not easy for a phantom to recognise one - the similarities are far too prominent. From the jaded edges to the eyes that barely manage to see, they are one and the same in the emblem of a soul once lived.

However, a ghost comes first.

Fresh with their weariness, and sad in their song. A phantom comes next, with time, evolved to be as tired as they once were but with something new to share - a comfort in what they are now, while thinking fondly of what they once were.

The steps between the phantom and the ghost close, quickly, and the phantom’s ancient thumbs brush the ghost’s ragged cheeks to pull their foreheads together and share the fire that still crackles within them.

Foxy meets Bonnie’s eyes. He’s missed him so.