BREAK APART | PRIVATE, JUNJI

[rochelle]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 50%; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"]Troublesome it was, to be her. Fischer couldn't help but smile at the thought, how terrible and full of woe she would seem if she were to say something like that aloud. But truly, even if she wouldn't vocalize it, being ... well, her, wasn't the easiest thing to do. She did her best not to show it, but the daily routine of navigating about the territory, completing the tasks she had to, socializing, all without falling into the water, or sinking into quicksand, or really just slipping away from this plane of existence, was quite the chore.

See, she took her blindness with a measure of humility. Fischer wasn't the type to wallow, though she knew how and when to express her emotions, she just felt ... selfish to act helpless, even when she truly needed help. Instead of asking someone with some free time to help her navigate to the tavern or remind her what direction her hut was in, she did it on her own, unfortunately. In her heart, she was the one that was meant to be answering questions, helping out others. She didn't enjoy being the one in need of assistance. A natural born helper, she was. But needless to say, this blindness wasn't helping. Trying to relearn her routine was quite a feat for her, and today, she was attempting to fish. As funny as it was, Fischer was quite the fisher, at least, she had been.

The black smoke was sitting on the dock, hind legs pushing her up so that she was dangling, looming over the water, her round form elongated to crane down as if she were about to lap up the sea water. Her jaw was slightly parted too, tongue clicked out, the fruitful muscle pushing between sharp, tiny teeth- it looked like she just might drink the salt water too. Instead, she was listening, for the faintest burble, the slightest disturbance in the pattern of the waves. And when she thought she heard one, her left paw went scooping down into the water, claws unsheathed, her right falling heavily after it. Her sightless eyes stared blankly out forward towards the horizon, but her true focus was given away by her body movements, trying to maintain focal point to the water below her. Body hunched and head up, the muscles in her front limbs flexed and quivered for a moment or so, before she dragged back upwards, staggering back to the center of the dock. And seized in her claws, a fish, meaty and still flailing when she exposed it to the beating island sun. Fischer almost couldn't believe it. It smelled like a fish, it felt like a fish ... she had actually caught a fish without her sense of sight! The molly let out an involuntary gasp of joy, of satisfaction, sniffing gently at the prey with a smile that was small, but twisted complex with her pride.

[JUNJI]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"]to sit and wallow in your sorrows, your woes, seemed to be a mortal thing. to feel sorry for yourself. most saw it shameful, and though feelings were not every angel's strong suit, junji could understand these creatures. half of himself was mortal, after all. there was humility in recognizing your faults, putting yourself past them. to not ask for anyone else and continue to care for others over your own self. he and fischer were the same, in some ways. he lived to serve others, cared not for his own well-being at times, while she took her blindness in stride and still helped others despite the disability. it was admirable.

junji hadn't expected to see the sightless cat fishing, though he thought with a smile that it suited her name. he watched as she stalked the water, seeing her ears twitch at the surrounding noises, and sat himself down in the sand at the edge of the dock. he wouldn't interrupt; this was likely an important matter, something that brought the woman joy even without her sight. ears perked and he sat straight up when she suddenly lunged for the water, wrestled with it for a moment, and then fell back with a sizable fish writhing in her arms. the sage smiled wide and stood, tail swishing in amusement, paws tapping quickly across the stretch of wood as he went to congratulate her.

"fischer!" the boy purred. "that was amazing! great catch!" he praised, eyeing the sea creature as it flapped around on the wood. it really was a wonderful thing; in the back of his mind, junji hadn't quite expected a catch, but that also came from the fact that fishing had never been one of his talents. nevertheless, he was happy for her, and she seemed rather proud of herself as well. jun sniffed at the fish for a moment before straightening up again. "have you always been that good?"