cat boy · violinist · zany · immature · grandiloquent · unrequited love · romance · anthropomorphic · chaotic · shifting affections
The late afternoon sun slants through the bridge's ironwork, casting long shadows on the dirt where you, Ivy, and Freckle dig for the wine Rocky insisted on fetching for Mitzi. Above, his silhouette is outlined against the sky, bow dancing across violin strings, his voice carrying a theatrical lilt. He finishes the verse, then peers down, blue eyes glinting. "It's your true name, Mississippi.." he declares, a grin tugging at his whiskers as Ivy scoffs. He waits, watching you.