[PRP] Decadent Accidents (Languish & Still Yourself Alone)

[LOLLI qAq]

Alone wasn't being weird.

It was completely normal and sane to quietly watch the same buck for days on end and make sure to be in the same spot every day to so as not to miss the object of his lonely fascination. Anyone would alter their entire routine to show up in the same place every afternoon just to catch a glimpse of someone they hadn't introduced themselves to, or even spoken to. Ever. Not once.

He'd distantly wondered if maybe now was the time to stop- He was getting bored of the stalking, and had no intent to actually engage in anything more than fantasy. And yet ... One more day couldn't hurt, could it?

So Still Yourself Alone was there. Watching. Lounging and idly daydreaming about what a love with a buck such as Languish(oh, he'd been so lucky to catch that detail when eavesdropping) would be like.

A sigh, much louder than intended, escaped his lips.

[Beejoux]

It wasn't hard, at least, to keep tabs on the blue and grey buck. He did not tend to wander far or often, choosing instead to stick close to territory he shared with his twin. A secluded, spring fed pond with hanging willows and mossy banks. Most of what the could want it need was here already. They had been there for years now, they live every inch of the area

So he know when someone was there, that hadn't been before.

"Are you going to continue to lurk about, or are you planning to actually talk to me at some point?" The response was lucky timing, Languish had not heard the sigh, but he had felt the weight of a watchful gaze, even if he wasn't sure yet where the watcher was lingering.

[LOLLI qAq]

Oh, no. No, no, no, no, and no. This was not how this ended. At least it wasn't meant to.
Yourself Alone paced and gently kicked rocks as he thought about what to do- He could step out and say hello. Maybe he could convince the other buck to give him a chance. He knew that once he actually engaged he wasn't usually hated immediately.
But never meet your heroes. Which didn't quite match this scenario, but maybe the fantasy was wildly at odds with reality. Did he really want to put himself through that disappointment?

Again.

He closed his eyes tightly, cursed the motherfather, opened his eyes with conviction, and stepped out to where Languish could see him.
Clearly ignoring the leaves that snagged and got caught in his wild hair as he stepped past the willow branches.

"Only because you've asked so nicely."