[ If there was one song that he could still recognize in this state, it would have been the song of the void. Contrary to popular belief, the void has many layers. The deeper one goes, the more visceral it becomes - and the refrains of the song grow stronger, pressing down from all directions; smother, consume, dissolve. All becomes nothing, in the end.
Of course, he cannot sing it. Not here. ]
You... are fine with that?
[ Technically, he poses little danger in this form unless he actively extends his influence, but the hesitation is still there.
Still, if Mozart insists, he will make his way over and settle himself down. He is careful to keep his tendrils and hair to himself, pooling his grey-green hair on his lap.
tentagoals - auste, 2018
Of course, he cannot sing it. Not here. ]
You... are fine with that?
[ Technically, he poses little danger in this form unless he actively extends his influence, but the hesitation is still there.
Still, if Mozart insists, he will make his way over and settle himself down. He is careful to keep his tendrils and hair to himself, pooling his grey-green hair on his lap.
He emits a slight, but noticeable chill. ]