i'm coming home : prestige

[emil]

[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;"]it was definitely weird to be back. after all this time, his home, this place of so many memories, was bustling again. he'd spent years on his own, trying to push the memories from his mind, never imagining that anyone would remember, moreso regathering them. it was nerve wracking to be among others again. to have a few familiar faces around again, to even have a few people recognize him. it was terrifying, and thrilling, everything he'd always dreamed of and everything he was afraid of, all at once.

he didn't recognize her, not at first. so much had changed, so much going on, his mind couldn't process it all. he'd been trudging through the halls, so late at night he'd figured everyone else would be asleep. seemed there was more than one night owl in the rosebloods. his paws slowed to a stop when he heard another set coming down the hall toward him, blue eyes slowly dragging up from the spot on the floor where they'd been focused, gaze finally settling on the woman's face. they stayed there for some time, wondering who she was, why she was running around the halls at this hour. prestige gave a small frown, laced with mild concern for her, until finally he opened his scarred maw to croak out a few words. "are you alright?"

the tuxedo fell silent again. he swayed ever so slightly as he watched the pretty blue tortoiseshell, brow furrowing the longer he stared. she seemed familiar. "have we met?" he mumbled after a moment, head tipping to the side. fuck, he was tired.