#michaelsable.

[ardorment]

A girl could get used to this. ( w4rds )

baldur's gate 3. // @w4rd

if he was capable of laughter, the shape thinks he'd laugh now, though the only noise that leaves him is a huff of air, exaggerated through the latex of the mask that the entity has practically molded as his skin.

there's a twisted irony in her gratitude considering the strewn bodies of her team practically discarded around the yamaoka estate, leaving the two of them together. she could be among them.

instead, his gaze trails from the ajar hatch between them to the lit totem behind him, back to her, stepping out of the way to see what she'll do, if she'll choose to stay instead of returning to the embrace of the campfire to do all of this over again.

if he was capable of hope, he thinks he'd hope for her to choose to stay longer. though, conveniently enough, he could make that choice for her, too.

[craveyardshift]

THIS PARTICULAR MANIFESTATION OF THE SHAPE IS NOT QUITE RIGHT, though above all else he is human-shaped. the skull mask feels particularly foreign, but it's a fleeting thing, his real face securely stashed in the depths of the barn attached to the massive tower farm. the cheap fog machines have set off the smoke detectors from within the house itself, prompting a mass exodus of the teens and college students inside. most leave in their cars in pursuit of the next tailgate or rave. but not her. she waits in the barn, sat atop a bale of hay, presumably waiting for a friend to pick her up. the red-headed girl, most likely, whose face is an inconsequential blur among the masses. she notices him when a boot crunches a pile of dead leafs neatly raked in the barn's entrance.

"very funny, asshole," she says when he doesn't respond to any of her attempts at garnering and eventually provoking a response. she must know silence is a response in itself. the only response she gets is an intentionally audible exhale as he steps forward.

unfortunately if she retreats any further, she'll notice the body of the boy whose mask he's borrowing for this occasion, barely but intentionally in her line of sight.

the shape is nothing if not curious.

@w4rds — the shape & sable 🎃 ↪ saint maud.