[It still feels strange. "Fearless" does. The name of a man who should be dead— barely a name at all, but still the only actual name Vicious had ever really known of him. The last time he remembers Vicious saying Spike it was with such vitriol, sharp as the name itself. Now how the same man says Fearless— it's gentle, sweet, timid.
That man, that child, sweet and timid, within that vicious exterior. Isn't that who he'd even tried this for? Because of the miracle it is that person hasn't truly bled away?
Because... they had the chance, this time, to be different?
Fearless—Spike—Six— he takes a slow, sauntering, cowboy step between him and Vicious. Another. He studies the tree again, and as if Vicious's gratitude has changed his mind, he adds—]
...Well, it is a fine looking— whatever it is.
[Before popping another cheesy puff daisy in his mouth. Another swinging, slow step, fidgety. One of the two vine tails unwraps itself from around his legs, swinging and curling like a cat's, like it's calling Vicious closer.]
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Date: 2023-02-23 10:11 am (UTC)That man, that child, sweet and timid, within that vicious exterior. Isn't that who he'd even tried this for? Because of the miracle it is that person hasn't truly bled away?
Because... they had the chance, this time, to be different?
Fearless—Spike—Six— he takes a slow, sauntering, cowboy step between him and Vicious. Another. He studies the tree again, and as if Vicious's gratitude has changed his mind, he adds—]
...Well, it is a fine looking— whatever it is.
[Before popping another cheesy puff daisy in his mouth. Another swinging, slow step, fidgety. One of the two vine tails unwraps itself from around his legs, swinging and curling like a cat's, like it's calling Vicious closer.]