everytime I see artwork with that 'lil demon fella crouched on a sleeping person's chest' thing going on, all I can see is elsen impatiently trying to wake up camilla.
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everytime I see artwork with that 'lil demon fella crouched on a sleeping person's chest' thing going on, all I can see is elsen impatiently trying to wake up camilla.
@ulfhrafnx gets a BOY
The meek thing of crooked limbs & twisted grin loitered plainly nearby. Begging her attention by his sudden presence & insistent stare. Those lapis eyes gleamed oddly in the light, somehow dulled of true essence & uncomfortably deep-set. Closer inspection would reveal a complete lack of reactive pupils. Reactive anything, actually- as these eyes were quite dead despite deceptive attentiveness. Straying from the uncanny stare, the rest of him was more consistently animated. While he managed to keep an agreeable distance, for present, it proved difficult to keep from twitching & fidgeting in place ; not unlike that of a very young child just barely keeping a devilish secret to themselves.
“Want to see ?” He asks plainly & without further elaboration. Suddenly appearing much closer to Lira without having actually made a step towards her. He questions her again --- less monotone this time. Strained innocence sung with near perfection as he contorts his features into something meant to be charming or perhaps docile.
“Want to see -- ?” The pitch regressed into further & further childishness ; devolving into harsh whistling rasps, now a blatant bastardization of innocence, echoing when it should not, sounding even after torn lips had ceased forming the words- having reverted back into that peculiar grin.
“Want to see ? Want to see ? Want to see ? Want to see ? Want to see ? Want to see ? Want to see ? Want to see ? Want to see ? Want to see ? LOOK .”
elsen loves playing human, but not very deep down he is just a lil skellie.
make your muse as a little rpg character
tagged by -- @secodont thanks xeno !!
tagging -- all of you ! It's so cute !!!
if you ever feel bad about yourself just know that camilla solstese sold her soul in some back alley, drunk off her ass, no questions asked, to some 'kid' who offered tell off her shitty boyfriend for it.
elsen is jealous of anyone w/ horns/antlers
He could scent something off about the boy. Something he did not recognize. But Leondas' baser instincts would stunt his more... rational thinking. He approached the child as he always did any other, with a warm smile and calm aura. ❝ Hello there, ❞ he spoke, his voice gentle but not patronizing. ❝ You aren't lost, are you? ❞{ Elsen 👀 }
MISC. ASKS -- ALWAYS ACCEPTING
The 'boy' falters in his steps. Shuffling uncomfortably with his back turned to the stranger as he contemplates simply carrying on his merry way through the shrubby clearing. Elsen hated the woods. Too much life. Too many eyes. Too many ... On second thought, it wasn't everyday Elsen was approached by such a beast.
Funny thing, that. There were many in this world that would consider Elsen himself a terrible creature ; come to feed off the naivety of mortals. He couldn't rightfully blame the stranger for his approach, in fact it was rather entertaining to the wayward demonic. Hugging himself in a particularily pitiful manner, Elsen risks a glance behind with lifeless eyes. How long could they maintain this farce ? He wonders. It'd been so long since a suitable, or should he say durable, playmate presented themselves so boldly.
"No!" Elsen cries out in feigned protest, puffing his chest, "I remember that stump from earlier! & that boulder! That one! Right over--" his chest deflates, meek form curling in on itself ever further as he rapidly glances around- silently pleased that there wasn't actually any boulder to be found, "Oh..."
Amusement aside, Elsen couldn't rightfully allow his new friend to follow him back to Camilla's hidey hole. As much of a certifiable killjoy as she could be, there were certain games he'd rather she not take part in. After all, Elsen could only assume it was her scent clinging to his garments & vibrant soul nestled safely in his chest that only added to the beast's confusion. Elsen radiated a pulsing heat, not unlike that of a heartbeat. While in reality it was little more than those souls he did consume, the remnants of pure energy burning off in the furnace of his frame, rushing through his hollow bones in a wicked wind- sustaining him. Allowing movement & other basic functions. That said... it was only a matter of time before the other recognized him as something less than human & so much more than a child. Elsen would see to it that he took advantage of these precious few moments to lure the beast away from Camilla.
"Hey Mister... ?" he begins his performance anew, "Have you seen a big boulder anywhere? Ma's mad at me so I went skipping stones in the creek, but I ran out of stones & then I ran out of daylight &... &... I'll show you my favorite skipping spot if you help me find my boulder!"
elsen will celebrate any holiday in which he is given free gifts or candy.