08-10-2018, 12:44 AM
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☀ — just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me
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Pierce couldn't help but tense ever so slightly at the sound of approaching pawsteps, his reaction no more than instinct after- well, after everything. Years could pass, and his past would still come back to haunt him, even in the smallest of ways, such as his wariness of strangers. He hadn't always been this way, far from it- back when he was young he had been trusting, so, so trusting, to the point that he had gotten himself hurt. Again and again, it had happened, each time chipping away at his naivety and his trust in others a little more. Even still, he looked for the best in everyone he met, even if he wasn't completely open to trusting them with himself, or with most other things.
As the pawsteps continued to near, not veering off in any direction, he paused, ears flicking when the unfamiliar femme finally spoke up. At her words, the serval raised his head, a warm smile finding its way to lovely freckled features as his honey gaze quickly flickered over her form, subconsciously matching her voice to her face. It was a habit he'd picked up back at his first clan, having been vice-leader and been close-to obsessed with knowing everyone's names. Could they really call themselves clanmates if they didn't even know one another's names?
He couldn't help but notice the other's missing limb, reminded of another he'd known oh, so long ago. His name was lost to Pierce's memory, but his face was still clearly visible. He was Pierce's first ever crush on someone that was actually his age, another boy that had lived in his clan at the time. They had met before the other lost his leg, and it had almost been "love" at first sight. The young tabby had been a fiery guy, quite different from Pierce at the time, but it had been something Pierce could appreciate- he was brash, yes, but honest, albeit brutally so. The other apprentice had been captured by an enemy clan, and held in their clutches until he was returned home. Pierce could still remember the absolute horror that had gripped his heart at the sight of his beloved friend bleeding from where his leg was supposed to meet his shoulder, the horror that had soon turned to fury, to hatred. They had raided that clan not long afterward, and Pierce had drawn his first true, meaningful blood, having clawed out the eye of the man that had harmed his clanmate. He had later tried to confess his feelings to the other, but had been kindly turned down. It had hurt, yeah, but he'd been just a boy at the time- it hadn't taken long to get over it. He hadn't thought of the young feline in so long. Was he even still alive? Pierce had no clue, and for a moment, his heart ached for his not-childhood sweetheart, but he shook the thought off as quickly as it came.
"Oh, you're so sweet, thank you! I try," answered Pierce, an airy laugh tumbling past his lips. "Have we met? I'm Pierce." This girl, though a stranger, seemed to have a very kind, gentle nature, something Pierce could appreciate when they lived in a world filled with such horrors. It was a feeling Pierce had always strived to give off, one that made people feel warm and safe and loved. It was what the young man truly felt within, though it was also locked up with dark feelings and memories he tried to ignore, to keep shoved aside.
The dappled tom momentarily turned his attention back to the paper, setting down his pencil in favor of the paints. It was going to be a rather pretty piece, once he was done with it, but he had a feeling it was going to take a while to find the right shade of blue to do the sky justice. Before he was able to lay another paw on the page, however, another came over, and he gently set down his paintbrush, amber optics fixing upon Jericho as he made his way toward Pierce and Ishayu. "Yeah! It's just a little hobby of mine I picked up, like, a lifetime ago- I've been doing art since I was less than five months old." A bit of an over-the-top explanation, but Pierce was pretty easily excited. He blinked large eyes up at Jeri from his little place on the boards as the other spoke, a pleasant smile on his features. "I'm Pierce- it's nice to meet you, Mister Jericho," he was quick to reply, the somewhat formal title simply an old habit of his.
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As the pawsteps continued to near, not veering off in any direction, he paused, ears flicking when the unfamiliar femme finally spoke up. At her words, the serval raised his head, a warm smile finding its way to lovely freckled features as his honey gaze quickly flickered over her form, subconsciously matching her voice to her face. It was a habit he'd picked up back at his first clan, having been vice-leader and been close-to obsessed with knowing everyone's names. Could they really call themselves clanmates if they didn't even know one another's names?
He couldn't help but notice the other's missing limb, reminded of another he'd known oh, so long ago. His name was lost to Pierce's memory, but his face was still clearly visible. He was Pierce's first ever crush on someone that was actually his age, another boy that had lived in his clan at the time. They had met before the other lost his leg, and it had almost been "love" at first sight. The young tabby had been a fiery guy, quite different from Pierce at the time, but it had been something Pierce could appreciate- he was brash, yes, but honest, albeit brutally so. The other apprentice had been captured by an enemy clan, and held in their clutches until he was returned home. Pierce could still remember the absolute horror that had gripped his heart at the sight of his beloved friend bleeding from where his leg was supposed to meet his shoulder, the horror that had soon turned to fury, to hatred. They had raided that clan not long afterward, and Pierce had drawn his first true, meaningful blood, having clawed out the eye of the man that had harmed his clanmate. He had later tried to confess his feelings to the other, but had been kindly turned down. It had hurt, yeah, but he'd been just a boy at the time- it hadn't taken long to get over it. He hadn't thought of the young feline in so long. Was he even still alive? Pierce had no clue, and for a moment, his heart ached for his not-childhood sweetheart, but he shook the thought off as quickly as it came.
"Oh, you're so sweet, thank you! I try," answered Pierce, an airy laugh tumbling past his lips. "Have we met? I'm Pierce." This girl, though a stranger, seemed to have a very kind, gentle nature, something Pierce could appreciate when they lived in a world filled with such horrors. It was a feeling Pierce had always strived to give off, one that made people feel warm and safe and loved. It was what the young man truly felt within, though it was also locked up with dark feelings and memories he tried to ignore, to keep shoved aside.
The dappled tom momentarily turned his attention back to the paper, setting down his pencil in favor of the paints. It was going to be a rather pretty piece, once he was done with it, but he had a feeling it was going to take a while to find the right shade of blue to do the sky justice. Before he was able to lay another paw on the page, however, another came over, and he gently set down his paintbrush, amber optics fixing upon Jericho as he made his way toward Pierce and Ishayu. "Yeah! It's just a little hobby of mine I picked up, like, a lifetime ago- I've been doing art since I was less than five months old." A bit of an over-the-top explanation, but Pierce was pretty easily excited. He blinked large eyes up at Jeri from his little place on the boards as the other spoke, a pleasant smile on his features. "I'm Pierce- it's nice to meet you, Mister Jericho," he was quick to reply, the somewhat formal title simply an old habit of his.
"speech"
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