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☀ — 'cause i love you's not enough, i'm lost for words
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Nostalgia had been hitting Pierce pretty hard lately, and in the strangest of ways. Since he couldn’t quite remember the more specific details of his life before Snowbound, some of the feelings he was struck with seemed to be without meaning, but he knew there was something to them. In most recent days, though, he’d just been thinking about old friends. Those two other boys, who though he forgot their names, could remember what the three of them had called themselves- the Three Musketqueers. He’d cared deeply for both of them, trusted them both, but something terrible had happened to the both of them. What exactly, he had no idea, but it was nothing good. There was his sister Lottie, Hana, Mike, Clem’s father, that one man named Robbie, whose full name was lost to Pierce; so many he had loved so much gone, most probably forever. He hadn’t really met anyone like that in Sunhaven or Snowbound, and he was starting to worry he wasn’t going to.
Even with Clementine at his side, things just weren’t the same, and that part of Pierce who cared so much for his friends, who wanted to love and take care of so many people, was starting to resurface. He’d tried to avoid those kinds of things in his “new life”, far too afraid of things ending up the way they had in every relationship- the other person getting hurt or leaving him in one way or another. He couldn’t do it anymore, and the Goldenblood had promised himself he wasn’t going to.
So, what was he doing now? Breaking his own promise to himself, of course. Getting a little bit friendlier with some of his clanmates wasn’t going to hurt anyone- he just needed to be careful. To not get too attached.
Pierce was standing near the fountain with a little wicker basket filled with what looked to be string sitting at his paws, a small, slightly nervous smile upon his maw. "Hey, uh, I was hoping to get to know some of you guys better, so I made some friendship bracelets! Come take one or two, if you want," he called with an uncertain wave of his tail. Were the bracelets childish? Perhaps a bit. But he was getting older, and maybe it was good for him to get a bit more in-touch with his inner child. The others could probably use it, too.
"speech"
Nostalgia had been hitting Pierce pretty hard lately, and in the strangest of ways. Since he couldn’t quite remember the more specific details of his life before Snowbound, some of the feelings he was struck with seemed to be without meaning, but he knew there was something to them. In most recent days, though, he’d just been thinking about old friends. Those two other boys, who though he forgot their names, could remember what the three of them had called themselves- the Three Musketqueers. He’d cared deeply for both of them, trusted them both, but something terrible had happened to the both of them. What exactly, he had no idea, but it was nothing good. There was his sister Lottie, Hana, Mike, Clem’s father, that one man named Robbie, whose full name was lost to Pierce; so many he had loved so much gone, most probably forever. He hadn’t really met anyone like that in Sunhaven or Snowbound, and he was starting to worry he wasn’t going to.
Even with Clementine at his side, things just weren’t the same, and that part of Pierce who cared so much for his friends, who wanted to love and take care of so many people, was starting to resurface. He’d tried to avoid those kinds of things in his “new life”, far too afraid of things ending up the way they had in every relationship- the other person getting hurt or leaving him in one way or another. He couldn’t do it anymore, and the Goldenblood had promised himself he wasn’t going to.
So, what was he doing now? Breaking his own promise to himself, of course. Getting a little bit friendlier with some of his clanmates wasn’t going to hurt anyone- he just needed to be careful. To not get too attached.
Pierce was standing near the fountain with a little wicker basket filled with what looked to be string sitting at his paws, a small, slightly nervous smile upon his maw. "Hey, uh, I was hoping to get to know some of you guys better, so I made some friendship bracelets! Come take one or two, if you want," he called with an uncertain wave of his tail. Were the bracelets childish? Perhaps a bit. But he was getting older, and maybe it was good for him to get a bit more in-touch with his inner child. The others could probably use it, too.
"speech"
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