MR BLUE / a death

[Seakit Roux.]

IF MY LIFE IS GOING

TO MEAN ANYTHING,

I HAVE TO LIVE IT

MYSELF.

tiguar . young . he/him

Seapaw, ever consistent in his habits, had already been trudging across the house when everything went bad. At his mother's cries, his foot steps quickened and his heart rate rose. His foot steps brought him tumbling into the room where he froze, just beside the door. He was numb to the entrance of his crewmates until his brother's voice rang through his ears. His chest heaved, dry gasps rasping out from the brightly colored tiguar as he held back his own screams.

A snarl, quiet and full of rage leaves the normally loving boy, his large claws leaving deep gouges in the wood of his family's home. The home they lived in, they loved in, and they now died in. How cruel the world was to rip those he loves away from him. It had taken his sister from him before they ever met, before he could get to know her and before he could learn to love her. And now? Now it took one of his mothers away from him. One of the most important people in his life was just gone, and he never got to say goodbye.

He dropped his head, shaking his head as tears slapped against the floor, soaking the fur that tufted off of his cheeks. He took A deep breath, standing up and moving towards the bed. He would half lift onto the bed, just his front paws, and press his nose against Sam's side. The lack of motion brought a nausea over him and he he sniffled, whispering something so softly that only he could hear before backing away.

He would move towards his younger brother, wrapping a large paw around him. "Come- Come 'ere, Lovekit, it's okay, just, just give them- give up a lil bit space. Come- come sit- come sit with me." He would gently pick up his younger brother, wrapping him firmly against in a hug. He didn't know what to say but he knew that it wasn't something Lovekit should see, something nobody should have to see.