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☀ — and till the end you're my very best friend
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Pierce had been excited for this, he really had, but now, he wanted nothing to do with it. There were people everywhere, people who certainly weren't from their world- not that they didn't look like regular animals, but they definitely weren't normal. There was a strange aura to them, one that gave Pierce a sneaking suspicion that they weren't quite, to put it simply, alive. He had seen ghosts before. Whether they were hallucinations or dreams or not, he'd definitely felt similar presences before, and at this point, he wasn't even surprised.
But god, was he scared.
He knew he'd lost people before. Sisters, children, lovers, friends. He'd held the mangled corpses of close friends, watched as someone he dearly loved took their final breath- death wasn't new to him. Hell, he expected it by now, and it was with that expectation that came the fear. There were people he still cared about that were out there, people he was waiting to see again. His stomach churned at the thought of seeing Riddler, or Clem, or even Hana - though he couldn't really remember what she looked like, he was sure he'd know when he saw her - in the sea of people, and the effeminate serval chewed his lower lip anxiously, his ears angled back as large amber eyes searched the crowd of slightly translucent, though rather beautiful, creatures. Riddlersgame and Clementine should have been here months ago, and Hana had told him that his old home was dangerous. Had something happened to them? What would even be the point of continuing on if it had? He would do anything to ensure their safety, to see the two of them just one more time.
As he ignored the blood blossoming under his clenched teeth, Pierce began walking through the crowd, murmuring soft "Excuse me"s as slightly translucent figures stepped out of his way. Huh, at least they were conscious of the Snowbounders' presences. Moving along, the dappled feline spotted the familiar figure of a slender snow leopard, a cup of what looked to be tea in one paw, out of the corner of his eye. He couldn't see her well, but he still knew her anywhere- it was his lovely sister, the one really responsible for his only daughter's name, and possibly entire existence, since Pierce may or may not be alive without both her words of comfort and her medical training.
When he turned, however, she was gone, either a trick of the eye or devoured by the crowd. She looked like she'd been smiling, though. God, he hoped she was happy. That was all he'd ever really wanted for her.
Pierce continued on through the swarm of partying spirits, but he saw no one else he really knew, though one kitsune and a boy in a witch hat sitting together did catch his eye. They smiled and waved, and he did too, simply out of politeness, as one called, seemingly toward him, "It's the third Musketqueer!", but he couldn't recognize them, so he moved on. After a five or ten minute walk through the crowd of strangers, save for the sighting of his sister, Pierce gave up, though there was a smile on his face. They weren't there. They were okay. Everything was going to be okay. And, with that in mind, he chose to socialize a bit more with the living gathered for their beautiful festival, warm gaze searching the Snowbounders dotted along the surrounding area and eventually resting upon London, all alone. He could definitely understand that.
"Hey," the freckled man greeted as he approached, holding a simple cup of water,
"Do you, uh, know any of these people?" Part of him was glad none of his current family was there, but he couldn't help but wish Lottie had stopped to see him, or that he had even gone to talk to those other two "Musketqueers". "I don't think I do," he would add, taking a little sip from his water.
"speech"
[member=215]london r.[/member]
But god, was he scared.
He knew he'd lost people before. Sisters, children, lovers, friends. He'd held the mangled corpses of close friends, watched as someone he dearly loved took their final breath- death wasn't new to him. Hell, he expected it by now, and it was with that expectation that came the fear. There were people he still cared about that were out there, people he was waiting to see again. His stomach churned at the thought of seeing Riddler, or Clem, or even Hana - though he couldn't really remember what she looked like, he was sure he'd know when he saw her - in the sea of people, and the effeminate serval chewed his lower lip anxiously, his ears angled back as large amber eyes searched the crowd of slightly translucent, though rather beautiful, creatures. Riddlersgame and Clementine should have been here months ago, and Hana had told him that his old home was dangerous. Had something happened to them? What would even be the point of continuing on if it had? He would do anything to ensure their safety, to see the two of them just one more time.
As he ignored the blood blossoming under his clenched teeth, Pierce began walking through the crowd, murmuring soft "Excuse me"s as slightly translucent figures stepped out of his way. Huh, at least they were conscious of the Snowbounders' presences. Moving along, the dappled feline spotted the familiar figure of a slender snow leopard, a cup of what looked to be tea in one paw, out of the corner of his eye. He couldn't see her well, but he still knew her anywhere- it was his lovely sister, the one really responsible for his only daughter's name, and possibly entire existence, since Pierce may or may not be alive without both her words of comfort and her medical training.
When he turned, however, she was gone, either a trick of the eye or devoured by the crowd. She looked like she'd been smiling, though. God, he hoped she was happy. That was all he'd ever really wanted for her.
Pierce continued on through the swarm of partying spirits, but he saw no one else he really knew, though one kitsune and a boy in a witch hat sitting together did catch his eye. They smiled and waved, and he did too, simply out of politeness, as one called, seemingly toward him, "It's the third Musketqueer!", but he couldn't recognize them, so he moved on. After a five or ten minute walk through the crowd of strangers, save for the sighting of his sister, Pierce gave up, though there was a smile on his face. They weren't there. They were okay. Everything was going to be okay. And, with that in mind, he chose to socialize a bit more with the living gathered for their beautiful festival, warm gaze searching the Snowbounders dotted along the surrounding area and eventually resting upon London, all alone. He could definitely understand that.
"Hey," the freckled man greeted as he approached, holding a simple cup of water,
"Do you, uh, know any of these people?" Part of him was glad none of his current family was there, but he couldn't help but wish Lottie had stopped to see him, or that he had even gone to talk to those other two "Musketqueers". "I don't think I do," he would add, taking a little sip from his water.
"speech"
[member=215]london r.[/member]