@fauxtricks said : ' words are beautiful. poems are my paintings. they're eloquent and lovely in a way i could never be. that's what makes them so enticing. ' he's rambling, vocally, which was something he rarely tended to do. fox talked a lot, especially when it came to mind messages, but rarely had he space to just let it wander. put it to use in a way that was freeing. ' that's why your voice is so attractive. from the moment i heard it i knew, you could paint something amazing, blake. '
beautiful. an adjective meaning pleasing to the senses or mind aesthetically , &. to many , blake is. she sees herself as deathly toxin , the flower they tell you to look at from afar lest you fall victim to its vile pollen , but to everyone else she is a masterpiece among men. they ‘ d say she was wrought in angel bone , a ‘ sight for sore eyes ‘ so to speak , but not once has she believed it. partially due to annoyance &. lack of interest of such advances , partially due thinking of it as simply untrue , yet here she is anyway. rethinking everything she had decided truth , having mismatched eyes open for the first time in what appears to be an eternity &. what ‘ s more is the fact that it ‘ s fox giving life to this sudden revelation. he ‘ s never been one for many words , opting to keep them bare minimum or kept away from everyone else in the sanctums of their minds , so he ‘ ll have to forgive her for this silence that befalls atropa ‘ s petals. blake has no words just yet ; they are but ghostly hymns in the back of throat , slowly working up tongue &. yearning for release , but she does not grant them that wish. what a trickster he is : engraving his renegade mark into the very marrow of blake ‘ s bones , inciting light &. warmth to blossom where decay &. withering had once lay claim , a cunning red fox always one step ahead of a mind tired of racing. he has been there at one of the lowest moments of her life , stood &. listened to laboured breaths right before she fled into the chaos &. disarray of beacon ‘ s demise , &. he still finds a reason to picture her as a beautiful piece of poetry. blind fox may be , but it is in this moment that blake wonders if he truly has the best vision after all. she moves closer to long lost &. found companion where they sit : the remains of an old temple in the vast wilds of vacuo ‘ s desert , watching the sun set o ‘ er dunes , feeling the welcoming heat of sun upon their skin in these last few hours of daylight.
&. that is exactly when blake rests her head against fox ‘ s shoulder , battleworn hand coming to settle atop his own without any prior warning. ❝ art is supposed to make you feel something , isn ‘ t it ? sometimes it doesn ‘ t always come off as the best , but if it makes you stop &. think , then it ‘ s doing its job. ❞ is she deflecting his blatant compliment ? no , no. just saving time as she processes it over &. over , letting it play on record repeat in psyche. if he connected with her aura now , he would likely hear every bit of it. she also just likes hearing his actual voice when she can ; it ‘ s calming , brings her to a happy place &. sends a plethora of unspoken glee dancing along spine. ❝ i ‘ ve never seen myself that way. i used to think i was just . . . made for hurting people , that my voice was just a warning for whatever bad was yet to come , but — hearing you say that so much makes me realize how wrong i ‘ ve been. ❞ she wonders how big vuples’ ego must be upon hearing this , how wide of a grin or smirk he ‘ s starting to don , but what she speaks is the truth. blake wouldn ‘ t be here if it weren ‘ t for him. dare she say she wouldn ‘ t be who she is now if it weren ‘ t for fox ‘ s constant pestering back at beacon ? it isn ‘ t something the elusive bakeneko wishes to think about. not right now. ❝ . . . you ‘ re lovely too , you know. most people would ‘ ve given up after going through all you have , but you ‘ re still here. &. you ‘ re smiling. ❞ i envy that. i want to be brave like you , not let my past ruin me so. ❝ you ‘ re lovely in the way storms are : fun to look at from afar , but a special treat if you get close. if art is supposed to make people feel , then you ‘ ve made me feel braver. ❞ there she is , rambling something so sweet &. poetic again. before nightshade can say anything further , she can feel a swoop of pink crossing curvature of cheeks &. she clears her throat.
❝ a - ah — maybe we should start heading back. maybe we can grab a bite in the city along the way ; my treat , trickster. ❞
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