for tobias!
Nov. 27th, 2012 02:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wontturntofoamShrieky didn't really care what was happening in the castle anymore. He didn't care what the villagers were doing, he didn't care who was coming or going, he didn't care about who might have been happier than he was. Chiefly, this was because he didn't believe that there was anyone happier than he was anymore. Over the course of a few months, he'd gone from constant, aching loneliness and rage? To constant companionship. He'd gone from brushing the hair of dead bodies, to brushing the hair of someone who could look in the mirror once it was done, and pretend not to like it. He had Tobias, and even though occasionally Tobias seemed like he was trying to pretend that they were not friends? They were definitely friends.
They were playing one of the many games which Shrieky had invented to keep himself occupied in the moat (one which had changed drastically with the addition of a second player) when it happened. Sunlight was reflecting through the water in blinding golden shafts, and Shrieky was swimming a lap of the moat, going full tilt through the crystal moat. It was a summer that felt like summer, and perhaps it was because he'd neglected the comings and goings of the surface so much, lately, perhaps it was because the day had seemed so infallibly perfect, or perhaps it was just because the fishing line was so fine that it was lost in the froth of the moat, but Shrieky didn't notice the billowing net stretching across the width of the moat, until he swam straight into it.
He did give a slight yelp, but honestly, he was too surprised to even shriek. It wasn't until the far edge of the net began to gather in around him that he even realised what was happening. His tail thrashed through the water, trying to break the threads in the net as it hauled in towards the bank and despite the slightly delayed reaction, panic finally set in and he began to let out a stream of ear-splitting shrieks.
They were playing one of the many games which Shrieky had invented to keep himself occupied in the moat (one which had changed drastically with the addition of a second player) when it happened. Sunlight was reflecting through the water in blinding golden shafts, and Shrieky was swimming a lap of the moat, going full tilt through the crystal moat. It was a summer that felt like summer, and perhaps it was because he'd neglected the comings and goings of the surface so much, lately, perhaps it was because the day had seemed so infallibly perfect, or perhaps it was just because the fishing line was so fine that it was lost in the froth of the moat, but Shrieky didn't notice the billowing net stretching across the width of the moat, until he swam straight into it.
He did give a slight yelp, but honestly, he was too surprised to even shriek. It wasn't until the far edge of the net began to gather in around him that he even realised what was happening. His tail thrashed through the water, trying to break the threads in the net as it hauled in towards the bank and despite the slightly delayed reaction, panic finally set in and he began to let out a stream of ear-splitting shrieks.