☀ — 'cause i love you's not enough, i'm lost for words

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Nostalgia had been hitting Pierce pretty hard lately, and in the strangest of ways. Since he couldn’t quite remember the more specific details of his life before Snowbound, some of the feelings he was struck with seemed to be without meaning, but he knew there was something to them. In most recent days, though, he’d just been thinking about old friends. Those two other boys,  who though he forgot their names, could remember what the three of them had called themselves- the Three Musketqueers. He’d cared deeply for both of them, trusted them both, but something terrible had happened to the both of them. What exactly, he had no idea, but it was nothing good. There was his sister Lottie, Hana, Mike, Clem’s father, that one man named Robbie, whose full name was lost to Pierce; so many he had loved so much gone, most probably forever. He hadn’t really met anyone like that in Sunhaven or Snowbound, and he was starting to worry he wasn’t going to.

Even with Clementine at his side, things just weren’t the same, and that part of Pierce who cared so much for his friends, who wanted to love and take care of so many people, was starting to resurface. He’d tried to avoid those kinds of things in his “new life”, far too afraid of things ending up the way they had in every relationship- the other person getting hurt or leaving him in one way or another. He couldn’t do it anymore, and the Goldenblood had promised himself he wasn’t going to.

So, what was he doing now? Breaking his own promise to himself, of course. Getting a little bit friendlier with some of his clanmates wasn’t going to hurt anyone- he just needed to be careful. To not get too attached.

Pierce was standing near the fountain with a little wicker basket filled with what looked to be string sitting at his paws, a small, slightly nervous smile upon his maw. "Hey, uh, I was hoping to get to know some of you guys better, so I made some friendship bracelets! Come take one or two, if you want," he called with an uncertain wave of his tail. Were the bracelets childish? Perhaps a bit. But he was getting older, and maybe it was good for him to get a bit more in-touch with his inner child. The others could probably use it, too.

"speech"

MONROE

☀ — 'cause i love you's not enough, i'm lost for words

Pierce's features lit up at the approach of an individual he didn't think he had ever met before, tail giving a small wave behind him. They were young, considerably younger than him, but they seemed pretty nice regardless. Age didn't really matter when it came to friendships, anyway- if you liked each other, who cared? That'd always been his take on it, at least. As they neared, he realized there was an odd sort of familiarity to them, kind of like he'd met them before. Where, he wouldn't know - he'd never seen them before in his life -, but the feeling was certainly a strange one. A smile crossed the tom's features as they spoke, shifting his weight slightly while he listened. "Well, I mean, uh, yeah! I'd be so happy to get to know you! The name's Pierce; I'm a Goldenblood here." Maybe the other had seen him around the clan, but his activity had been less than satisfactory lately, so he wouldn't be surprised if they hadn't.

Next came Jerseyboy. He and Pierce didn't know each other well, but they'd met a few times, and needless to say, they were definitely different. On one hand, there was Jersey, arrogant, witty, rough-around-the-edges Jersey. Then, there was Pierce, softly-spoken, compassionate, and very unsure of himself in many ways. They were very different people, and had lived very different lives, but they did have some similarities. Despite channeling it in quite different ways, they had both been exposed to the harsh, cruel truth of the world, both felt the blows of those bigger and stronger than them upon their face. They'd both learned to become hard in time- it was just that one had grown rough, and the other, though hardened, remained tender, wishing to shield others from the world around them, to protect them from his unfortunate fate.

"I never said that," Pierce returned, feeling his cheeks warm slightly with frustration beneath his fur. "But you know what? If that's how you get to know people, I'll try it." His slight nervousness wasn't detectable in his tone, but the truth was, he was kind of scared of alcohol. He'd seen people do terrible things drunk, and he'd seen alcohol literally rip people's lives apart, people he cared about. He'd always promised himself he wouldn't drink, wouldn't stock his home with any drinks, but just one, one time, would be fine. He probably would hardly drink any of it, anyway.

Gordon followed, and Pierce didn't think he'd ever been happier to see her. "Hey, Gordon!" he greeted, tail giving its usual canine-esque wave behind him. "What color do you want? I've got a couple combos." He had pretty much every color of the rainbow- if she named it, he probably had it. Monroe was close on Gordon's tail, addressing Jerseyboy's slight mocking of the idea of the bracelets. Pierce didn't really mind it that much. Did it make him mad? Yeah, a little bit, but it was a bit of a "kid's thing" to do, so he could kind of understand.

"Anything ya want tae know about me, Pierce?"

Now that wasn't something he was expecting to hear- people typically picked and chose what they wanted to share, something Pierce himself was guilty of. Everyone had secrets, after all, and most people wanted to keep their secrets, well, secrets. "Ah... where are you from? Like, before Sunhaven came around?" Had he always lived here, before the clan even existed? That'd be impressive, but he could have any story, really.

Finally, came Bex. Pierce hardly knew her, but she was nice, and she seemed pretty cool. Calm, so he really couldn't mind her at all. Her words of support were certainly appreciated, but she was being a bit... ramble-y. Was she okay? Probably- Pierce read into things too much. "You know, my daughter, Andi, used to make bracelets kinda like this." Andi; Andi the bracelet-making girl. The name was frighteningly familiar, and Pierce paused, opening his mouth and then closing it before he reopened it. "Andi... Mack?" That was Bex's last name, was it not? Even if not, that sounded accurate- it wasn't something you just made up, especially not when your memory was as fucked as his was.

"speech"

MONROE