#miscreating

          “Helloë Lílìth Mænchæster.”

It is behind her. Standing under the awning of the diner. It is smiling. Its mouth opens like a wound.

          “The níæíæght spreæds once more aloft the skyæyæ ænd yoü are foünd alone beneath it.”

It tuts and the noise echos within its mouth, cavernous. Delayed and rigid at the wrist joint, it wags its finger.

          “I cannot leave yoü.”

roëmænce partnær + li manchester ( @miscreating ) from here.

Its black gaze follows hers, delayed in its comprehension, the only hint of this mental process being the turn of its chin as it pivots to and away and to again.

    “excuse me. ah, yes, hello. while i recognize how terrible a gaucherie it is to barge in upon one’s, well, much-needed time of leisure, something’s the matter with our payphone. it isn’t so much about profit, mind you – lord knows we’ve a steady enough flow tonight – but if the bar’s main line remains so busy, we may miss tending entirely to an important, uh, business-related matter.”

yes. precisely. one of those.

   ...

    Spring was in the air, the sun was in the sky, and pollen was in the breeze! There were also bugs in the grass, squirrels in the trees, and miscellaneous beasts and creatures and beings all hiding in the woods, waiting to embrace the change of seasons! And on campus? Everyone was embracing spring break! Basically everyone was gone and the few people who were still there were hightailing it out of their dorms, including Vale and Sarah! With bags in their hands and only the bare essentials packed, Vale happily bounded towards the wooded paths on the outskirts of the town. 

    “Alright, first thing’s first, I gotta warn you, my family and friends are like...total party animals! Not just in the literal sense either! I’ve seen all the Spring Court get blasted on ambrosia and strange brews. Never feel pressured, though!” Vale’s hooves pressed into the soft, recently rained upon mud, leaving hoof prints that almost immediately would disappear. The forest kept its inhabitants safe, and it even worked hard to keep its distinguished guests safe too, as the foliage of bushes and trees would completetly block the path behind Sarah. Sure, yeah, that seemed a little spooky and like the forest was trapping them in, but it was fine!

There is a goat loose on a college campus. Well. Only technically half goat. Maybe an argument could be made they were closer to a solid sixty or seventy percent goat, a high content goat person-being, otherwise known as a satyr! Born in the summer woods, they spent a mass majority of their life evading capture from hunters and toying with humans. But as they approached the human age of twenty-three, Vale found themselves taking their tricks and games into a world of knowledge and academia! And guess what! Whilst on campus, Vale made a friend! A very perceptive friend! A friend who could see their horns and hooves and fur past all their hats and pants and boots!

With such a perceptive friend who knew of Vale's kind, they could see no reason to hold off on inviting their friend, Sarah, back to the woods they lived in! Most humans? They'd be elated! They'd be in disbelief! But Sarah? She was different. She was...grimacing? Vale cocked their head to the side and pouted at that fact. But! She was still excited!