[ tw for mild(?) derealization ] [ click the flag for music! ] Daffodilkit's waving slowed to a stop once Deeppaw left, her eyes eeriely bright as she glared at where he'd been not even a minute ago. It was probably time for him to wake up and go back to his friends and mentor and Frostburnkit – /paw/, it's been two moons since he was a kit – in the real world. The world she couldn't access anymore, the world she forfeited the right to access seven moons ago when she took the paw of a kit with eyes like deathberries, followed him to a cat who couldn't care less about her and let the beauty of the outside world be the very thing that'd done her in. Now look at how that worked out for her, covered in shimmering dust that obscured her vision and cats she didn't know, in a land that was never truly the same as it was mere moments ago. Prey she'd never seen before constantly sprung out of nowhere and where there was nothing but grass mere moments ago, a whole forest could suddenly appear in the time it took for you to look away. It made the moments she wasn't with Deeppaw oh so /very/ boring and monotone, all of the berries she could ever need for her murals were within paws reach, so there was never any real reason for her to do anything besides paint, close her eyes, wake up and talk to her brother, paint, close her eyes, wake up and talk to her brother, paint, close her eyes, wake up and talk to her brother, paint, close her eyes, wake up and talk to her brother, paint, close her eyes, wake up and- Nevermind. She was fine. Everything was fine. She lacked for nothing. She might not feel real on some days – nights? Did time even pass up here? Surely it didn't, after all seven moons has passed by without her even noticing them go by – or mourn her lost adulthood but that was fine. She would be fine. Everything would be fine. It had to be.
Thing by Steampianist ft. Oliver Deeppaw owned by @-ampersxnd-
