[The deer stays asleep(?) for a long time. His eyes dart under his lids, indicating he's very much active, even if he's not present. In the Horizon, he explores, and he creates his own world, and he is utterly at peace being only himself without history.
The smell of blood fades now that Louis isn't walking on his temporary prosthetic. He hadn't thought to hide his foot before going under, so it glints in the light. It's polished wood and metal that may look familiar from Thorne's style of engineering, a temporary stopgap and apology for taking his actual prosthetic away in transit from home to here.
Occasionally, his ears twitch, flapping from side to side. Without the imperious, stern expression he usually wears, he looks young. Young enough to still be in school, even, though it can be hard to tell what's just his face and what is a reliable tell of his age. The flapping ears could almost be described as cute by someone who didn't mind their head being bitten off.
As the sun sets, Louis still hasn't woken up, and he shows no signs that he will.]
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The smell of blood fades now that Louis isn't walking on his temporary prosthetic. He hadn't thought to hide his foot before going under, so it glints in the light. It's polished wood and metal that may look familiar from Thorne's style of engineering, a temporary stopgap and apology for taking his actual prosthetic away in transit from home to here.
Occasionally, his ears twitch, flapping from side to side. Without the imperious, stern expression he usually wears, he looks young. Young enough to still be in school, even, though it can be hard to tell what's just his face and what is a reliable tell of his age. The flapping ears could almost be described as cute by someone who didn't mind their head being bitten off.
As the sun sets, Louis still hasn't woken up, and he shows no signs that he will.]