[It’s when Sunny jerks back like that, flinching away like he’s been struck, that Basil remembers himself. He’s…not a human anymore. He changed all at once at the Palazzo, gruesome and painful, and now he’s a Gargoyle for real. A Pangolin, more specifically, but he doubts Sunny cares about semantics just now. He tenses, his tail and ears perking, before all at once he just…seems to fold into himself. He brings his limbs close- tail and wings included- as if to try to get as small as he possibly can. And like this he is actually quite small, only a little taller than Sunny but not much bigger.]
I’m sorry! I- no…
[He can feel it. The panic, trying to well up in his chest. It makes him want to turn and flee, to leave the city and go back to the Palazzo and pretend this didn’t happen. It’s probably just another hallucination, but…
Why does it feel so real, this time? Why is this happening?]
I’m…I’m not going to hurt you.
[Basil is unrecognizable right now, yet…maybe some parts ring oddly familiar. His wide, green eyes. The overalls he wears, a crochet sunflower pinned to his chest. Instead of his pink flower, the horns growing from his head grow flowers themselves. Incidentally today they’re cherry blossoms, bright pink blooms with petals that shake from his head as he trembles.]
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I’m sorry! I- no…
[He can feel it. The panic, trying to well up in his chest. It makes him want to turn and flee, to leave the city and go back to the Palazzo and pretend this didn’t happen. It’s probably just another hallucination, but…
Why does it feel so real, this time? Why is this happening?]
I’m…I’m not going to hurt you.
[Basil is unrecognizable right now, yet…maybe some parts ring oddly familiar. His wide, green eyes. The overalls he wears, a crochet sunflower pinned to his chest. Instead of his pink flower, the horns growing from his head grow flowers themselves. Incidentally today they’re cherry blossoms, bright pink blooms with petals that shake from his head as he trembles.]