SHOULD HAVE LET GO - open; weekly prompt

[Elon]

You spoke of roses- all I feel are thorns ・°☆ } ——— [size=10pt]info

Elon seems to be the only one out in the rain specifically to do so this night. Maybe it's odd for a cat to want to be soaked, but often she finds herself craving water on her skin for some reason or another. She swears that sometimes she can hear the sound of the raindrops sizzling as they strike her though she just believes it's her imagination. She can feel pines and leaves scratching at her too even as she traverses the soft, plain ground. She looks small, withered and scrawny without her fluff and sarcastic rambling- just like old times. It's during this indulgent trek that she spots someone she saw earlier trailing after a ghost. Elon can't exactly see the phantom and cannot confirm that it is in fact of that variety, but she's never known anyone to go running off like that after anything else invisible unless it really is just illusions. Carolina didn't seem the type to her.

The white cat stops nearby the scene and watches the broken up soldier. As someone who only has ghosts and cages these days, Elon can relate and perhaps could even empathize with the fretting feline. She could offer a shoulder to cry on with big sloppy steroid cat tears or maybe a few kind words. But will she? She's not sure. The domestic has her own problems and she doesn't really want to indulge in someone else's just on arrival yet it might do her well in the long run to make some friends early. Folk get sappy when they think someone else cares and it might benefit her greatly to make some big allies who can prevent her being eviscerated by some equally big enemies before her power returns. Still Elon isn't certain if she can be bothered with this. Once she used to not be such a hard ass on the inside but a lot changes when you've been trapped for hundreds of years; even when you've not exactly realized that you've been trapped for hundreds of years. It doesn't even take a hundred years to become an asshole either so she's in over-exposure at this point.

It suddenly occurs to the cat that she sounds like Malone right now. The fake pleasantries and mad plans of her former mentor cause her face to crinkle up in disgust. Elon doesn't need so many faces yet, like any user of the craft, she must utilize them to stay ahead of the crowd. Malone wanted to take it farther and if being trapped in this little cat tells Elon anything; it's probably that she succeeded. So she'll go a middle ground. Not too fake but of course not too truthful either... And everything's always better with a pinch of sarcasm. [b]"Some people are trying to sleep you know." The feline chides with lazy drama before trotting toward the hunched over big cat. "And who can sleep when someone so cute is upset?" Not cuter than her though she snickers on the inside. Goodness no. No one is. There can be lesser cutes however. She'll allow it. Her gaze traces over the lighter on the ground, but not knowing what it is and without powers to sense anything up with it Elon is quick to dismiss.

As for the outstretched paw, Elon doesn't care about interrupting their little moment either. He'll probably just use the situation later to get some smooches off of the lady! And so what if this dude gave her some jerky- somebody else was going to eventually. And he pulled it out of his weird metal clothes too, so how gross. Chest bag meat.... And she still ate it too; pathetic on her end. She looks around, just then noticing Church in the doorway and giving him a questioning expression (seems she's not the only one here for the show and she'll be the audience member that gets to go on stage!) before turning her attention back to the big 'uns. "So what's going on?"