06-19-2024, 03:32 PM
(i can’’t be saved) reaching for the life I threw away
watching as it circles in the drain
The cabbit turned to Monty. Her smile wavered, and she blinked rapidly to keep her eyes from misting over. He was, perhaps, the only person in the world she didn’t have to uphold a strong facade for. And she never needed to ask him for help; he simply offered, without her needing to ask. By Requiem and Vayu, asking for help was impossible.
(Was that why she’d dated Meteor? Because he saw past her barriers? Monty was different; she'd let him see her.)
Lucia nodded to Monty. Her long ears lowered, and she attempted to headbutt his shoulder. “Alright. Sounds like teamwork to me.”
She wouldn’t have admitted this, but it was necessary that Monty had crouched down. She didn’t have the energy to jump. Swimming? Easy compared to jumping. In the water, her rear legs never had to carry her bodyweight. And jumping? Put more than four times the strain of her bodyweight on the joints. She’d read that in a textbook while trying to figure out why the agony of her pelvis interfered with certain exercises, didn’t interfere with others. Mysterious.
Now on Monty like a sack of potatoes—front legs and head dangling on his left shoulder, rear legs and tail on his right—Lucia exhaled. The tension slid out of her muscles. Let him carry her home. She had a nice warm nest of furs waiting for her to curl up in… then there’d be a hot meal with the fruits harvested from the River of Life.
All in all, not a bad evening for a pain day. By Requiem and Vayu, she didn’t want another pain day like yesterday. Please let that stay the worst of my life.
Then the cabbit glanced at Mae. She grinned. A fang carrying neurotoxins flashed from between her lips. “That’s excellent advice. Thanks for sharing your weather expertise.”
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