05-06-2018, 05:01 PM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]Roy's words did not register in her mind. Or maybe they did. She wasn't sure, for she was too occupied with helping Bastillepaw. This kid... This was her kid. And it killed her soul to see him so upset. She wanted to put a stop to it; she wanted to make him believe everything would be okay, but how? She wasn't good at fixing things. She used to be, but her time alone had forced her into simply breaking them.
Her fur was only slightly burnt, but her mind was elsewhere. She didn't give a fuck. She just wanted Bastille to be okay. A slight gasp escaped her as Roy banished the flames, and she blinked her gratitude at the bobcat. "Thank you," she whispered, knowing that if he had not intervened, she very well might have been burnt to a crisp.
When he spoke, she shook her head. "It's okay. It's just a storm, it'll calm. You'll calm," she murmured, voice soft but heard over the raging weather outside. Lightning struck, loud and harsh, and her eyes left the boy for a split second. When she returned her gaze to him, she found herself checking him for any kind of injuries -- anything -- that would explain this. But she had not the ability to see inside him. She did not know of the swell of emotions inside of him that demanded to be loose.
"Just breathe, kiddo. You're alright." As she spoke, she continued to hold onto him. The embrace was just as much for him as it was for her. And it was only now that she allowed herself to shake a few times as the realization that something awful could've happen to him. The idea of losing Bastillepaw frightened her terribly. But as quickly as she began to shake, she forced the trembling away. She needed to focus on his betterment, not her own.
Her fur was only slightly burnt, but her mind was elsewhere. She didn't give a fuck. She just wanted Bastille to be okay. A slight gasp escaped her as Roy banished the flames, and she blinked her gratitude at the bobcat. "Thank you," she whispered, knowing that if he had not intervened, she very well might have been burnt to a crisp.
When he spoke, she shook her head. "It's okay. It's just a storm, it'll calm. You'll calm," she murmured, voice soft but heard over the raging weather outside. Lightning struck, loud and harsh, and her eyes left the boy for a split second. When she returned her gaze to him, she found herself checking him for any kind of injuries -- anything -- that would explain this. But she had not the ability to see inside him. She did not know of the swell of emotions inside of him that demanded to be loose.
"Just breathe, kiddo. You're alright." As she spoke, she continued to hold onto him. The embrace was just as much for him as it was for her. And it was only now that she allowed herself to shake a few times as the realization that something awful could've happen to him. The idea of losing Bastillepaw frightened her terribly. But as quickly as she began to shake, she forced the trembling away. She needed to focus on his betterment, not her own.
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[glow=black,10,100]GOT MY DEGREE IN THE GUTTER,[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]MY HEART BROKEN IN THE DORMS OF THE IVY LEAGUE