09-12-2020, 11:41 PM
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THERE’S VACANCY IN EVERY NIGHTMARE
For the Roux family, especially Goldie, the ocelot slowly walked to the funeral. Her paws sunk into the shore’s wet sand, each wave lapping up to her elbows.
Rosemary, due to her own antisocial nature, knew little about Sam. Now that the woman died, the ocelot looked back on the empty moments with guilt. Had her solitude really been more important than bonding with Goldie and her partner? If given a chance, she would’ve decided differently back then.
She sighed, right ear twitching. From a way’s away, she saw Roxanne comfort Goldie and hesitated. Surely, comfort from Roxanne mattered more; the witch shouldn’t butt in and break up the emotional moment. Roxanne bonded with Sam, knew her personally.
While she argued leaving or going, she spotted the lone tiguar by the shore. She recognized him, of course she recognized him. However, like Sam, they weren’t close. Still. He was alone, wasn’t he? Feeling out of place.
She altered course, stepping onto dry sand. Without a word, the ocelot sat down next to Seapaw. For a brief moment, she glanced at his face, just long enough to see his tear. Then she politely turned her head, though her tail-tips brushed his shoulder.
For a long moment, Rosemary watched the funeral from afar and listened to the waves break. Saying nothing.
“You can talk to me, if you want—now or later. The silence is nice, too.”
[sub][W]isker[/sub]Rosemary, due to her own antisocial nature, knew little about Sam. Now that the woman died, the ocelot looked back on the empty moments with guilt. Had her solitude really been more important than bonding with Goldie and her partner? If given a chance, she would’ve decided differently back then.
She sighed, right ear twitching. From a way’s away, she saw Roxanne comfort Goldie and hesitated. Surely, comfort from Roxanne mattered more; the witch shouldn’t butt in and break up the emotional moment. Roxanne bonded with Sam, knew her personally.
While she argued leaving or going, she spotted the lone tiguar by the shore. She recognized him, of course she recognized him. However, like Sam, they weren’t close. Still. He was alone, wasn’t he? Feeling out of place.
She altered course, stepping onto dry sand. Without a word, the ocelot sat down next to Seapaw. For a brief moment, she glanced at his face, just long enough to see his tear. Then she politely turned her head, though her tail-tips brushed his shoulder.
For a long moment, Rosemary watched the funeral from afar and listened to the waves break. Saying nothing.
“You can talk to me, if you want—now or later. The silence is nice, too.”
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