#blue flaaaaaaaaaames B[

[simiansmoke]

//🔥🌀

A light drizzle from the canopy kept him tilting his head back to observe the streaks imbued with the light above the tight compaction of trees and their foliage until they reached the bottom where he lounged amongst moss and ferns within the jungle's dark underbelly.

He'd picked up humming lowly to himself once the sound of each drop shattering onto wide, monstera leaves faded into monotony. The sensation was not unknown to him, of course. Though he wasn't sure if he could assign the term of true monotony towards what it felt like to struggle uncertainly with a fighting rhythm picked up in training easily enough, especially when attempting to apply it to the next and hardest lesson he had to learn: matching nervous breathing to the ever rising speed of a force that crashed behind him and threatened to consume more than its fair share if only because that's entirely what it had wanted all along.

It had taken him a while to stop mulling over the encounter and picking apart what he should have done knowing what he did now. He was so sure that he was finally rid of the rent-free thoughts when of course Bowser decided that he would have to face those not only in his head, but head on once the Koopa king had dragged him kicking and complaining and ensnared to that island across the several bays that kept it secluded, and in turn - kept those furious forces trapped upon it. And he'd seen him again there - the first to greet them, of course.

Though greeting was not...an activity that DK would have liked to define as what that particular Kong had subjected them (mostly the prince) to. Larger and with his own initials "DK", it was always clear to why he referred to the prince as a little donkey; it was in their basic training...something to be understood that the little ones were to listen to their larger leaders and hope that one day they listened well enough to grow into such power themselves. Perhaps that was why Dread had detested him so...the fully grown, weakling of a prince would always have more power over him at the end of the day, no matter how hard he himself worked.

A faint feeling much like a large hand dragging down his thigh gave the prince pause as he shook out some raindrops in his fur. A squeak of sorts beneath him caused him to clamber up and away from whatever was lurking beneath the half hollow stump he'd taken a rest on with the intent on getting the rolled up jungle weed he'd brought along alight...no thanks to the turn in the weather. As he circled back around and peered into the hollow, his hair drifted down over an eye, but he could see the lot gathered and cowering in together from the intermittent raindrops - a group of fireflowers grown carefully in the nook in an effort of preservation to whomever had planted them. Well...that solved his getting a light issue.

Back to the stump's side, he positioned himself back to the opening to feel the warmth within radiate out and work at drying his fur. "Mm. And of course-...I'd get away from you. Just not...the idea of you." Lips pursed at the admission made to the quiet of the jungle's solitude, he shook his head and twisted the fresh blunt around in his hand. Images of fire escaping breath worked on singeing out the stains left by Dread, though... they seemed to just be adding more depth to the spread, wiping free the previous legacy if only to leave him with an expanse of burned flesh that wouldn't come out as easy as a stain would. Yeah, that seemed more like the Koopa king's style.

"Can I really say he fucked it all up, though?" DK sighed, reaching down to slide his hand into the gaps of the hollow and stroke at the heat of the hidden petals. When someone unearthed an unwanted memory, were they the ones at fault when he did such a poor job at burying it in the first place? Well, buried it and forgot to check up on it occasionally to make sure no one would find it until after it had truly broken down into nothing. Would it ever?

A soft huff escaped him as he curled fingers around a stem and picked one of the flowers, being careful not to let its face meet a lone rain drop as he pulled it close to his chest where his chin could serve as an umbrella and it could serve as his blunt's lighter.

"Just when are ya gettin' over it? You're dripping-" A tremble in place was caused by a small chill that breezed through, but he wasn't sure it was from the still, humid air around him. "...like a saturated sunrise." The sunrise colors in the flower glowed a bit brighter as he held the blunt into its midsection, then took his first puff and exhaled sharply. "...and spillin' like an overflowing sink. You're ripped- at every edge-" The words came half melodic, as if working up the energy to drift along smoothly, but finding it easier to aim halfway there. "but you're somebody you never met...burniiiin' red."

Exhaling smoke, he wondered...that night he'd been forced to fight alongside Bowser much like he'd been forced to fight for Dread when it was not even duty that drove him to either place - rather what...was expected of him, despite his thoughts on why he should or should not partake. "-flying through the free fall. Like the colors in autumn just before they lose it all...and now I'm covered in the colors, pulled apart at the seams." Finding the flower's heat a small comfort, he stroked its petals carefully until his fingertips tingled.

The worst was knowing that the past was trying to birth itself anew...well, no. The worst thing was not even recognizing it by a different name. One that he heard called out of desire for more power - more expansions. Who was he to heed such a call anyway? Just the vessel that needed convincing.

"Tell myself it's time now - gotta let go. But moving on from him...he's so devoid of color so he don't know what it means. When I still...see it all in my head." Figuring the flower might help dry his fur off if he let it envelop him, DK gave it a few more strokes to coax the spirit out of the middle. Once freed, it seemed to give him a curiously blank stare before sidewinding up his arm on its way to the power-up point in the sternum.

"...and it's burnin' red. But everything is...blue." As his fur fluffed out with warmth, he felt the flame snap up into his open palm, and as he took another drag of the blunt, he noted how the flame's blue ends bobbed in his grasp as it observed the dull, azure sheen the Kong's fur had taken. "Now...he's so devoid of color. He don't know what it means-"

#aesthetic;//blue flame #//freestylin' the mashups eeesh but these two work so well #//also needed to let DK vent before he does summore fatherless things >>...<< #long post #blue flaaaaaaaaaames B[ #tw suggestive #koopzilla #drabblin'