( cat scratch fever / open )

[SUITEKIT.]

THE TELLTALE HEART

I never learned to trust a love song
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It was not because the words were trite[/SIZE]

A safe harbour located within depths fraught with choppy waves, a brewing storm warded off with the simple gesture of unfettered kindness. Beneath surface it had arisen in kind, storm a make its own the bubbling accumulation, rage burning and laid against soft, clumsy tongue. Many the attempts staged to dispel, reassurance that whereabouts many be located for grand may seem the archipelago to young eyes but memorised those shores by inhabitants.

They never were able to locate her. Various factors impeded the search, recall a delicate glasswork cracking beneath gentle queries, the days gathering into a tater patchwork as hope dwindled.

It was a frightful night when their cries arose among broken sobs, clung to and pushed away the comfort offered in equal measure, always gentle even as the tiny claws had cut at flesh. Fitful the poor rest, how they coiled against her, terrified and at once soothed by the thunder her heart made with each strong beat. Another, more tentative, cocooned in their warmth until exhaustion drew disquieted mind into darkness.

Impossible to understand, placed within knowable context mind so youth and inexperienced may make sense of, all that was known the ache that pulsed with each fluttering beat. Sharp the manner in which they roused, held in cradle where arms joined, careful distance between for choice was theirs if such contact was to be initiated. Frightful the wide eyes that swept over visages smoothed by slumber, familiar in an abstract, disjointed manner, known as welcome were they in forgein home. Lengthy the action of untangling themself, scrawled across pale lips a grimace as ears settled against skull.

Their nerves slightly soothed with the lack of movement they ventured forth, hesitation briefly halting them upon edge. No further might they go if not conquered the simple incline, along sides paws sliding. Those who said cats always land on their feet got it wrong. There is no grace in what is more fall than jump, hard the contact where stomach met floor, momentary their lounging in such an awkward position. Fabric dragging over fine strands, a grating sound but one at least of minor assistance, clumsy the steps drawing them through shared abode.

Brine. Heavy that which tainted each hastily drawn intake, cruel as it scraped along throat, settled among flesh and blood with a dwindling sting. In wake open lay door, rousing assured with the manner it had been hastily thrown open, thoughts only on escape. From what. Mind reeled at such, an unknown that it grappled with yet bore only a futile stake against, resolve breaking apart as the realisation bloomed with crimson soaked petals.

If she were truly gone, swallowed along foliage grown dense and wild or beneath the waves slipped alone were they, lost and adrift in a sea they knew nothing of.

Collapse was marked by broken, pitiful little sounds, each tear harshly rubbed away. Unbeknownst how claws tugged at delicate flesh, ribbons cheeks grown painful with the mingling of blood and tears into one, choked the single word filtered through chattering teeth. "Mama."

code by Reggan

[Simon F.M.]

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i'd do anything for you
but would you do that for me, too?

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DIYA F.M.

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4 YEARS

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TYPHOON

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WERE-VAMPIRE

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Growing used to having a little one was slow coming but, Diya had enjoyed every moment of it. She had freed her girlfriend would reject her or the kitten that now shared their bed, but she had welcomed the small one with open arms. When Diya had originally stumbled against the bobtailed kitten, she hadn't intended on keeping them for her own, planning to pass it off to one of those recently to give birth, But, by the time the sun rose the next morning, Diya had already found herself fond of the small kitten, gently whispering a name above their head. "Suitekit."

Named after her own mother, the one who had always twinned with the vampire. There had been an ache in her chest upon knowing her mothers would never bear witness but, the joy she felt had drowned it out. She hadn't expected the kitten to latch onto her, to view her as any form of mother but, her heart had skipped a beat the first time that tiny voice squeaked out a "mama".

Diya had rose early before her lover and child, intent on making a good breakfast for them both. She milled about the kitchen, her voice filling it as she sang softly to herself. A thump brought her merriment to a pause, snowy ears pricking to the best of their scarred ability. "Roxanne?" she called out softly, wondering if that had been the officer climbing out of bed. As soft whines met the feline's ears, she dropped the cup she had been holding onto the counter. "Suitekit...?" she called out, heading quickly towards the sound.

Upon finding the kitten sprawled out on the floor, she clicked her tongue and lowered herself to the floor. "mon amour je suis ici," she would whisper in reassurance, pressing her nose against the kitten's back. Carefully wrapping a paw around the small kitten, she would aim to draw them close. She began to groom the top of the child's head, whispering soft reassurances of her presence.

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BUBBLEGUM:

GENERAL INFO *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
— diya folie-mikaelson
— 3 & 1/2 years
— the typhoon
— crewmate
— trans, mtf, she/her
— amorphous, domestic feline and polarbear
— dating roxanne roux

APPEARANCE *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
—  she has a yellow and blue bead necklace with a heart-shaped pendant that says Diya, along with her three piercings on her right ear.
— scars cover the snowy feline, as well a bite mark on one hind leg.
— her polar bear form keeps her scars and jewelry.
— reference sheet

[lovekit.]

IT TOOK A LITTLE TIME
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IT'S ONLY GOING UP

JUST ONE THING THEN ANOTHER

lovekit — the typhoon — tags

The Typhoon was certainly not a place known for its lack of children. It was simply a fact of life that the group was simply crawling with newborn litters and various little ones, mainly due to the wide variety of families that resided there. Despite this, Lovekit often found himself venturing out, eager to see what other children he could find and interact with. Yes, he had his siblings at his disposal at pretty much any of time of day – Seapaw in particular, considering how anxious the other was as of later – but they grew boring, after a while. Lo often yearned for new experiences, and what better way to enjoy new experiences than with new friends as well? This was what had ultimately led to Lovekit approaching Roxanne and Diya's home, having learned that the pair had taken in a new kit very recently. He didn't know how old or how big the new little one was, but that hardly mattered, really. He might've been the largest of his hybrid siblings, but he didn't intend to play rough with anyone. He could still remember that one time that he had shoved Lawkit just a bit too hard, and Roan had practically chewed his ears off reprimanded him.

When the kit found himself growing rather close to the couple's home, he was caught off guard by the succession of sounds that he heard from inside. First, there was a rather firm thump, the force of which caused Lovekit to flinch slightly. Then, there was the sound of tears, gradually building up into a small and pained call. Even if he didn't yet know the new child that was around, Lo already felt a wave of sudden protectiveness come over him. He needed to make sure that his fellow minnow was alright, and he wasted little time in pushing the door open to let himself in. He hoped that Diya and Roxie wouldn't mind, but he highly doubted they would, considering Roxie was more than used to her family coming and going as they pleased. Surely, that would eventually extend to Diya as well. Even if they did take offense to him just trotting in, he did have the defense that he was genuinely worried for Suitekit, especially from the painful sound of the thump.

It wasn't long until Lovekit found his way to where Diya had pulled Suitekit close, very clearly seeing the upset expression on the other kit's face. His form immediately began to droop, his short tail between his legs as he moved in closer. He said softly, his words mostly directed at Diya, "Are they alright...? I heard a loud noise from outside, and it sounded like it hurt..." While Lo had gotten his fair share of cuts and bruises from tussle matches that he had initiated, he had never fallen down accidentally and hurt himself. He imagined it was even worse, when you didn't just have yourself to blame.