#serpentah

CROUCHED,    TWIG    DIGGING    INTO    DIRT,    drawing,    scribbling.      while  his  chin  rests  in  his  hands,    his  eyes  are  lost,    as  distant  as  the  stars  that  limn  those  skies    &    almost  as  clear.      just    like    them,      they    dim;    as  seasons  go  by  they  come  near    &    distance  again  as  he  fumbles  through  the  entrails    &    carcass  of  grief,    steels  his  face  so  that  it  translate  in  boredom    &    disinterest.      would    you    know    better    than    to    think    it    so?      a  brittle  chill  takes  his  spine,    hollows  his  chest;    this  emptiness  takes  the  form  of  dread.        ❛      doesn’t  change  anything.      ❜        ‘o!      where  is  that  child’s  amuse,    the  innocent  excitement    &    wondrous  glee!      it  sleeps,    somewhere,    but  he  too  is  tired.      his  eyelids  are  heavy  above  the  oceans  before  them,    if  truly  they  see  what’s  in  front  of  them  subject  of  questionable  matter.        ❛      if  we  know  about  it,    if  we  don’t.      things  won’t  be  any  different.      it’s  just  there.      ❜

                 @serpentah    ( SC. )

Generally Remy is ok with monsters and the like since he’s seen some shit, but he would not say that Horus is visually appealing or sexually desirable. However, he would be fine to be friends if Horus wanted. 

“Up here, big guy.” Quinn announces as the mutfruit is plucked from the tree. She leans down, just enough to hold the fruit out for him to see. “Want it?”