don't think about the splash [war]
Feb 22, 2015 13:13:13 GMT -5
Post by jake on Feb 22, 2015 13:13:13 GMT -5
Crash's brain is an interesting thing. Sometimes he's fine. The well adjusted, friendly, gentle, adoring creature that he used to be will come out to play. He'll take in anyone who'd like him to with open arms, gentle hands, he'll adore whoever strikes his fancy and be the charming creature he used to be. Sometimes he's the Crash from all of the befores. Only sometimes. He's become two sides to the same coin. The befores and the afters taken in the same capacity. Crash can't help that... he's seen a lot, and some days are better than others. He's not sure if that's a good excuse or not, but it's the one he's going with.
That's why he goes bump in the night. He explores because he can, taking time to slide through the shadows and explore all the places that need exploring. Daytime was the scary one, where everyone could see him and pretend he didn't exist. In the night, Crash was the one that existed. He didn't need to, but at the same time... here he was. Over land like a ghost, pale eyes wandering this way and that, a certain tremble gone from his bones, for once. Every muscle actually functioning and firing in the way that they were supposed to.
He was real, for now. The light of the moon shone down on his silvery back, and he picks up a long lope. Buildings scattered here and there, tent platforms, and trees. So many trees. A clearing here, rotting picnic tables here and there. In a momentary burst of absolute somethingness, Crash picks up even more speed. A silvery ghost against the velveteen darkness, off like a shot, and flinging himself to sit atop it. A king and his castle, a place that he could feel... fantastic. Fantastic in. This could be his place, right?