O’, he’d never had the chance to peer into what made these ‘ yokai ’, and, o’, how he’d desired to. True sight’s eye gave no pause before delving into things a mortal could not know. Like stepping through a door, new sights would greet senses and old would fade away. His lips moved slowly, speaking words that only they could just hear. ❝ Like an eternal night, lit dimly by only one single light. We see no one but you, your FORMER dancing with your SHADOW beneath a starless sky. The light is red, it hangs low, its cycle is soon to reach its peak. Your former looks tired, your shadow looks… hungry. ❞ [ Eyes left visions of human soul trapped in the draconic figure’s claws; blinking back to corporal realm which their bodies resided. ] ❝ How much has this curse taken of you? How much is there left? ❞ || @sanguine-eclipse

 “-- What are you?”

“Goodness, it has been some time since I’ve seen you. Did you do something with your hair?”

        & so, she waits. Having chosen no scene out of the ordinary -         a little grove dotted with fireflies and starlight - she can be         seen playing with the nearby stream, digits dipping in and out         of the flow with a titled head. It keeps her from thinking about         how impatient she’s getting.