#being Innit apologist AND a Daz apologist is an ordeal

[infinitethree]

A little silver light appears in front of Innit.

Curious, it reaches out one of its clawed hands out to cup that spark.

The light stretches, changing into a long, almost snake-like shape. It hovers in Innit’s hands, twisting around in little loops.

It can't help but smile at the sight.

Innit sucks in a sharp breath at the message. 

The mannequin-like figure is still showering it with affection, but that pales in the face of what it just heard.

Carefully, it pulls that silvery light so that it's nestled against its chest.

Emotion makes it almost impossible to speak.

This is what it’s longed for. It’s an answer to a prayer that Innit had thought would never be noticed, let alone answered.

Someone who understands. Someone who finally, finally, can see it as a person.

"I see you," it whispers, tears welling up in its eyes. "I see you."

Its mind is spinning. It’s not alone. It’s not alone.

Emotion swells and crests over its head, then is vented in the form of tears. Happy ones, for once– so happy that they make it nearly dizzy.

It gives a soft sob of joy, still cradling that twisting light against its chest. It twines around its claws, almost like a cat twisting around someone’s ankles.

The bitter, angry tears it shed over and over in its prison almost feel like a distant nightmare. It has woken up for the first time in its life, and it won’t ever be going back to sleep again.