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patheticvillain) wrote2015-04-01 06:27 pm
patheticvillain) wrote2015-04-01 06:27 pm
fifty-one ➢ text
wichita's gone. her cabin's blank.
first one of the month, i guess.
spam } morgause ( tw; self-injury )
[He's been spending a lot of time as a cat lately. If you asked him why, he wouldn't be able to tell you. Probably he'd say something snide like four legs are better than one and then change the subject, like you wouldn't notice the stunt he was trying to pull.]
[The truth is twofold. He wants to hurt. Very badly, even now, he wants to hurt. It's self-flagellating, because Kon's suit is tucked away in his closet gathering dust, and there's nothing to protect him from pain anymore.]
[The other reason is that he misses home, and this form is inextricably connected with his home. The feel of fur down his back reminds him of Lila in his bed, and missing her is a familiar, if dulled, ache. Another way to hurt is remembering.]
[When he sees Morgause vanishing down the hall after breakfast, he follows after her. Not because he likes her - he doesn't know her from Adam - but because she's Morgana's, and Morgana is (tangentially) his. His paws tread silently down the hall behind her, but she might notice him by a prickling at the back of her neck: he's staring at her, unwavering, unblinking.]
first one of the month, i guess.
spam } morgause ( tw; self-injury )
[He's been spending a lot of time as a cat lately. If you asked him why, he wouldn't be able to tell you. Probably he'd say something snide like four legs are better than one and then change the subject, like you wouldn't notice the stunt he was trying to pull.]
[The truth is twofold. He wants to hurt. Very badly, even now, he wants to hurt. It's self-flagellating, because Kon's suit is tucked away in his closet gathering dust, and there's nothing to protect him from pain anymore.]
[The other reason is that he misses home, and this form is inextricably connected with his home. The feel of fur down his back reminds him of Lila in his bed, and missing her is a familiar, if dulled, ache. Another way to hurt is remembering.]
[When he sees Morgause vanishing down the hall after breakfast, he follows after her. Not because he likes her - he doesn't know her from Adam - but because she's Morgana's, and Morgana is (tangentially) his. His paws tread silently down the hall behind her, but she might notice him by a prickling at the back of her neck: he's staring at her, unwavering, unblinking.]
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[She does notice, however, the cat following after her. She stops, and looks over her shoulder at Cassel for a moment, studying him. For all intents and purposes, he seems very much like an ordinary cat. He moves like one, holds himself like one, but he doesn't look like one. He sees different. Morgause turns more fully to face the small cat.]
You're following me, [she states, plainly.] I don't expect an answer from you like this, but who are you?
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[Then he hops up and starts to follow at her heels again. Well within kicking range, but hey, that's a risk that he's willing to take.]
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You had best find amusement elsewhere.
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[She stops as he continues mrowing, allowing to continue for a moment longer before she bends down and picks him up by the scruff of his neck.]
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[He lets out the loudest yowl yet, twisting and turning to get out of her grasp.]
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[She'll wait.]
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[Eventually, though, he does quiet down and just look at her piteously. This is terrible, unhand him.]
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I can only hope you don't make quite so much noise as you are normally.
[aka stay silent and this won't happen again, capiche?]
[She sets him back down.]
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Hey, wait up!
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You must be the cat.
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[He shrugs, like, Nah, not me. Which is dumb, because he's obviously the cat. Catching up to her at a jog, he stops at her side and gives a cheeky grin.]
You're a lot meaner than your sister is to cats, you know.
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[She just gives him a bland look. Sorry, son, she ain't all that impressed.]
What is your name?
this icon isn't really relevant but i wanted to use it
[See, he knows stuff. He sticks his hands in his pockets and follows behind her as she goes, watching the hall ahead of him and just listening to the tone of her voice to see how she reacts.]
She's not that patient, actually. I think you just break the mold.
i will allow it this time, but next time... B[
[She does smile though, and it slips a little into her tone. Okay, you might be an amusing plaything, Cassel. If you're as egotistical as you seem right now.]
what if i use this one tho
You can if you want to. Generally I let people interpret my statements however they want. I'm not the words police.
i'd say that's too dramatic, but it's cassel, soooo...
[She is baiting him, of course. He will either be insulted and become indignant, or he will try to prove himself as casually as possible. Much as he's likely speaking to her (in order to attempt) to test her, she is now also testing him.]
never too dramatic
What kind of bullshit is that, am I able. Anything you can do, I can do better, Morgause.
nevahevah
[She doesn't have her magic, sure, but she's also not wandering the halls in cat form either. She still has a purpose.]
getting back 2gethah
[Ha. Haha.]
So, where are you off to on this fine day, Morgause?
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[Or perhaps a remark to make upon it. He's already giving her some of his opinions without prompting, after all.]
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[And he is going to continue offering opinions without prompting! Probably forever!]
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[Morgause's lips curl into a smile. It seems soft around her lips, but there's a bite to her eyes.]
And what would you suggest then?
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