TIL DEATH DO US PART | return

[michael t.]

LIKE THE MOON SAYS TO THE DARK — Roxie's absence may not have been felt by some within the group – those who had not yet known the officer for long – but it had certainly been felt by both Michael, and Roan. The feline's brother and son had both been worried sick when she hadn't immediately returned from her mission to bring gifts to others, although they had both expressed it in different ways. Roan had thrown himself into his work, frantically sorting things over and over again just to get out the paranoid energies that flowed through him. He went to the tavern more and more often to play poker, trying his damnedest not to get kicked out because of his sudden even worse irritability. Michael, meanwhile, had just tried to write her longer than usual absence as nothing to worry about. He had tried to push his feelings down, trying to come up with some hypothetical explanation for why she could've been gone for so long when she was just supposed to be delivering gifts. However, as time had continued to pass, the reaver had felt his emotions bubbling up through the cracks in his facade, causing him several sleepless nights, and eliminating his appetite near entirely. He even looked a bit thinner than when Roxie had first gone to deliver the presents. The worst part was that they couldn't even truly go searching for her, considering they didn't know where in her trips she had been snatched up from.

It seemed, however, that fate had finally decided to turn in their favor. Michael had been the first to hear the ringing out of the bell, but as he had grown close, and realized he could smell the scent of none other than Roxie, and blood, he had turned and rushed off towards the temple, shouting loudly, "Roan! Roan! It's your Mom! C'mon, come quick, I think she needs you!" Thankfully, it wasn't long before the siamese came rushing out of the temple, his satchel wildly waving in his jaws as he raced with his uncle towards the bell, and the gates.

Soon enough, the pair of them reached where Roxie was laying, Michael's mismatched eyes filling with concern as soon as he saw the wounds covering her. Letting out a soft whine, the reaver pressed his head gently against his sister's, mumbling, "Roxie... Rox, you're okay. I'm so glad you're back. I'm sorry we didn't get you... don't worry, Roan's here." Roan seemed to nod at that, dropping his satchel to the ground and resisting the faint shaking of his paws as he scanned his mother over. It hurt, knowing that this wasn't even the first time that he had been forced to treat terrible injuries on his own mother. The young sage found himself speaking in a hoarse voice as he moved forward, toward Roxie's side, "Don't worry, mama... I'll get you patched up and feeling better in no time. And then we'll... we'll fucking kill whoever did this to you." The draconic feline grit his teeth as he pulled out his usual salve for treating cuts, beginning to carefully clean the gash on his mother's stomach, before carefully applying it to prevent infection. — WE WILL NEVER BE APART