( everyone in the house has always been so very respectful and tidy, the hatchlings not quite included on account of being literal babies (and thus forgiven when it does happen)- so suddenly having mud and water all over is... concerning. before anything, lily decides it's best to figure out what's happening, so she follows.
the sight before her is-
not great.
not horrible, but not great. and with that look in his eyes...
[ That is a full body flinch upon hearing his name. Not great is right. He doesn't turn to her right away, he's still a bit distant, but he's stopped moving, as though caught doing something he shouldn't.
On some level he knew this was bad, but he couldn't really process why that was.
He was just making it more like what it represented.
It takes pavlova a moment to turn around and... he's soaked. He may have been initially standing in the river, but he didn't last long before his legs gave out, and he can't swim. For better or worse he lost the butterfly wings that way.
( not with how upset he looks. after a moment, she'll gingerly walk over and crouch beside him, gently squeezing his shoulder- "i'm here, you're here, this is real"- before folding her hands together again. )
I found this. When I was looking around town. It had... cut feathers. And... A-and butterfly wings. And it smelled like--
[ He swallows, then fusses with the one if the ends of his ribbons ]
-- The Garden. And someone brushed my hair back... like mother does.
[ She's here, his mind screams. She's here. She's watching him, she's here. His breathing picks up again, and the poor boy is shaking. The cage was a threat.
Come home, or else. But he doesn't know how. ]
I l-lost the butterfly wings when I fell in the river... s-so...
( she's going to kill that bitchass has-been sun god.
ahem.
white lily cookie gently takes one of his hands in her own. )
That was likely our captor, playing with your mind. He is... adept at tormenting us. But, ah. If you're planting flowers, once this is finished, why don't we hang it out in the garden? And then we'll get you cleaned up, okay? Don't worry about the mess.
[ He doesn't flinch as badly when she takes his hand, though he seems a little reluctant to get her dirty, since of course his hands are covered in mud from gardening. ]
It... wasn't her?
[ it seems to confuse him... but he supposes vague warnings aren't really her style. Not like that anyway. Even knowing that it takes a minute for him to calm down from the surge of panic at thinking his mother was here.
He looks back to the cage and winces ]
... I guess that... makes sense. The Garden is all I knew so its all he could use.
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the sight before her is-
not great.
not horrible, but not great. and with that look in his eyes...
lily stands in the doorway. )
Pavlova Cookie?
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On some level he knew this was bad, but he couldn't really process why that was.
He was just making it more like what it represented.
It takes pavlova a moment to turn around and... he's soaked. He may have been initially standing in the river, but he didn't last long before his legs gave out, and he can't swim. For better or worse he lost the butterfly wings that way.
He tells himself he's better off without them. ]
Miss White Lily Cookie..?
[ ... his voice is soft and cracked. ]
Oh, sorry for the mess... I'll clean it up.
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( not with how upset he looks. after a moment, she'll gingerly walk over and crouch beside him, gently squeezing his shoulder- "i'm here, you're here, this is real"- before folding her hands together again. )
... May I ask what you're doing?
cw dissociation/panic attack?
[ He seems to struggle describing it. ]
I found this. When I was looking around town. It had... cut feathers. And... A-and butterfly wings. And it smelled like--
[ He swallows, then fusses with the one if the ends of his ribbons ]
-- The Garden. And someone brushed my hair back... like mother does.
[ She's here, his mind screams. She's here. She's watching him, she's here. His breathing picks up again, and the poor boy is shaking. The cage was a threat.
Come home, or else. But he doesn't know how. ]
I l-lost the butterfly wings when I fell in the river... s-so...
[ he points to the nest with the cut feathers ]
That's me,
[ and the honeysuckle ]
... and those are for Sugarfly Cookie.
BABEY....
ahem.
white lily cookie gently takes one of his hands in her own. )
That was likely our captor, playing with your mind. He is... adept at tormenting us. But, ah. If you're planting flowers, once this is finished, why don't we hang it out in the garden? And then we'll get you cleaned up, okay? Don't worry about the mess.
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It... wasn't her?
[ it seems to confuse him... but he supposes vague warnings aren't really her style. Not like that anyway. Even knowing that it takes a minute for him to calm down from the surge of panic at thinking his mother was here.
He looks back to the cage and winces ]
... I guess that... makes sense. The Garden is all I knew so its all he could use.