☣️ the court, the church, love, all left behind | OPEN

[enblightened]

Who: Bigby the Abomination, OPEN
What: Catch-all for January! Includes a prompt for the Snake Den and Shedding Ceremony. Prompts will be broken up into comments for ease of finding and tracking.
When: January
Where: Snake Den and other various locations

Content Warnings: References to severe depression, self-loathing, forced transformation/body horror, torture, and religious zealotry. Snakeden is considerably lighter in tone if that's what you're looking for. Crimson curse prompt includes cannibalism, gore, and body horror.

Comments

[hopticulture]

My entire life has been a gamble. [Said plainly, upfront and direct. Even with this new body, she still understands how vulnerable it is to larger animals, the need to be cautious around men. She might no longer be a rabbit but...being a woman remains all the same.

She's not necessarily a skilled dancer, though resistant to let this man completely lead her around the dance floor.

There are people she knows from home who'd be better for this kind of scene...

No doubt there is still a bit of a height difference where she has to look up to keep eye contact with him, but instead she looks around, watching others as they dance along, learning as she goes.

...stepping on his toes on accident here and there.]

Oh! Sorry. I don't dance all that much.

[enblightened]

Such is the way of life itself, I suppose.

[The fortunate thing is that his skin is leathery to the point that it might as well be armor on its own, but he does still feel her feet on his toes. He grunts, but doesn't look too irritable about it, all things considered.]

Quite all right.

Just follow my lead. Though I am hardly graceful, I should be passable by now.

[hopticulture]

[Maybe it's the drinks she's had, or something else about the Snake Den and its affects, but her sense of danger continues to dull the longer she dances. His skin may be rough and leathery in contrast to hers, but she doesn't seem to mind.

Her hands tense against his, stopping herself to recheck herself and her dance partner, and with a steady and careful voice:]

All right. I trust you.

[She's human now, and he's...human enough. Perhaps she doesn't need to prove herself as much as she used to when she was a full head and a half shorter with bones so weak they could easily snap.]