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Post by Nightingale on Aug 11, 2017 22:44:41 GMT -6
 "I am sorry," she meowed respectfully, and the understanding, the empathy in her voice was actually genuine, for the first time in God knows how long. Because for once, she understood. She understood the feeling of losing parents; not to death, but to her it was ultimately the same.
"I'm sorry, although I know it makes no difference." She then kept quiet; her own troubles suddenly seemed a lot less significant, mere annoyances in the grand scheme of things.
When she spoke again, she felt a little obligated to let a little of her own past spill, even though Loki had already predicted the loose structure of it all.
"Princesses aren't meant to socialise with those of other Kingdoms," she meowed lightly, as if it wasn't anything important. She realised that as observant as he was, he would understand.
"It's not proper. It's frowned upon."
She glanced lightly at him with deep blue eyes.
"It's traitorous."
NOTES ;notes here |
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Post by Loki on Aug 12, 2017 12:47:01 GMT -6
I'm nuts, baby, I'm mad
The craziest friend that you've ever had You think I'm psycho, you think I'm gone
Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong
"It seems you are breaking your code, then," Loki stated, casting her a mischievous look. His own sister was a princess, and him a prince, but their kingdom was long since dead. They could never return to their home, they could never claim what was theirs. Two of them had left on purpose, and one, Loki, had been tricked into leaving. Still, last time he returned, it had been in bad shape, and he'd lost his brother in the same day. That palace could never be rebuilt.
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Post by Nightingale on Aug 12, 2017 12:54:14 GMT -6
Rose was faintly shocked at the mischievous look tossed her way, not realising that the tom was capable of anything of that sort, but recovered quickly and flashed a look back.
So Loki was from another Kingdom as well. Royalty too, she assumed from the grace with which he handled himself. She almost admired him in a way.
Almost. Rose didn't admire. She was the one admired. Or at least she used to be.
"I'm not much of a princess anymore, though, am I?" she tossed at him dryly, almost a little bitter. But again, not quite. "God, I walked past a stream the other day. I had to look away. The state of me..." she shuddered and shook out her fur, which had become messier and more dishevelled as the days came. Turning back to the tom, she flashed him a mischievous grin.
"Won't you tell me your secrets?" she meowed teasingly.
NOTES ; ohmygod tom hiddleston and melanie martinez in the same post are you tRYING to kill me
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Post by Loki on Aug 12, 2017 13:03:05 GMT -6
I'm nuts, baby, I'm mad
The craziest friend that you've ever had You think I'm psycho, you think I'm gone
Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong
WORDS: 235; NOTES: this template could kill everyone xD i cannot read those words above without singing them in my head
Loki found it satisfying that she gave him her own mischievous look. So he found another cat that would play his games. Few did. "Out here, your not much of anything," he stated. Out here, you had to build a name for yourself, a reputation, and Loki was quite sure he had officially done that. Or at least, it felt as if he had. Yet he still met cats that didn't know who he was, and the game reset. It was interesting to him, just to see how different cats reacted to his behaviour. Some thought him too sly, such as Rot, and they came enemies. Some, such as Sky, sat on the neutral level. And the ones that made it to the friend level never lasted long. Loki had gotten used to never having friends. Growing up he never had friends. He wasn't even truly sure what a friend was.
"My secrets... no one gets to hear them. I have too much of a past for it to be entertaining anyway." His sly look returned to his face as he watched her, his green eyes hidding all thoughts. Through his years, he had mastered the mask, being nearly completely unreadable.
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Post by Nightingale on Aug 12, 2017 13:16:08 GMT -6
"Out here, your not much of anything,"
Rose tipped her head ever, ever so slightly, realising how much those words resonate with her. It was true. Ever since she (foolishly) threw herself off that roof into the woods, she'd met a wide variety of cats, some who were fearful of her, some who challenged her, some who tried to befriend her and some (or maybe just one) like Loki, impassive, completely neutral. The ones before she could deal with. She could read their eyes, the way the moved, the way the either stuttered their short sentences or spoke, long and full, with confidence in their meow.
With this cat there was nothing. And it infuriated her.
"I guess so," she meows indifferently.
"My secrets... no one gets to hear them. I have too much of a past for it to be entertaining anyway."
The sly look had returned to the tom's face, and Rose narrowed her eyes.
"I'm sure it's interesting enough," she meowed lightly. "There's not much to do out here. Sleep, hunt, listen to songbirds, regretting that you didn't kill that songbird as your stomach grumbles, trying to escape the jaws of death, sleep some more..." She shrugged. "So if you ever want to let it all out, I'm always here."
She tipped her head again.
"And what about friends?" she meowed. She didn't have any, not really, anyways, but expected the tom to have at least a few.
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Post by Loki on Aug 12, 2017 13:28:58 GMT -6
I'm nuts, baby, I'm mad
The craziest friend that you've ever had You think I'm psycho, you think I'm gone
Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong
Loki tipped his head toward her. "You can make it better, if you try," he meowed to her, furrowing his eyebrows just a bit more. "Have you not tried?" He had ideas and plans blossoming in his head almost constantly, but never really followed through with them. Where he was from, he wasn't technically an adult yet, just an adolescent, yet he was so much older than many cats around here. He almost never acted like an adolescent, however.
Loki's eyes darkened. "Friends aren't my thing," he stated so plainly, it was almost as if he'd said nothing. If he kept quiet, it probably would've sent the same message.
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Post by Nightingale on Aug 12, 2017 13:40:43 GMT -6
Rose let out a melodramatic sigh. She wasn't trying, no, and she knew it. She was never used to this, and she was never given the time to adjust. She was, quite literally, thrown into this lifestyle.
"I suppose I haven't," she admitted. "But I'm not good at trying."
She watched the tom's face as carefully as she could, still trying to work him out, to decipher him, when she noticed his eyes darken just a little bit as he spoke his next words.
"Friends aren't my thing,"
"They're not really mine, either," she meowed. "I've never had one. I've had those who tried to befriend me, but that never works. And once in a blue moon, I try to befriend someone else. That often backfires, too."
She glances over at the tom.
"I guess we're both useless in that field, then."
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Post by Loki on Aug 12, 2017 13:45:25 GMT -6
I'm nuts, baby, I'm mad
The craziest friend that you've ever had You think I'm psycho, you think I'm gone
Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong
WORDS: 126; NOTES: 10 more posts and everyone will call loki old
At the word 'useless,' Loki sort of gave out inside. On the outside, he simply sat down with a dark expression, but on the inside, it felt like someone dug out his heart and stepped on it, put it back in wrong, and went on their merry way. He felt like everyone in his family died over again, and his fear of his home burning to the ground relit in his mind. He internally screamed, and his ears nearly flattened to his head. He had always felt useless. He had no purpose, he was simply there. His next words were dull, without any life. "I believe so."
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Post by Nightingale on Aug 12, 2017 13:54:25 GMT -6
"I believe so."
Rose was completely shocked at the total lack of feeling, of emotion in the tom's tone. Before, he simply spoke with a neutral expression, but now... his voice sounded lifeless.
She wondered if it was something she did, and with a pang of dread she realised it probably was. Deflating a bit, she tried not to look too dejected. Whatever it was, she didn't mean to. She really didn't.
And now she had to fix it, whatever it was.
"I don't think you're too bad at all," she meowed lightly, hoping that the tom would understand the undertones beneath the words. It was the closest to a compliment the Siamese could give.
NOTES ; oHMYGOD NOW I FEEL SO BAD POOR LOKI MY HEART POOR LOKI also omg i did not know he was that old
also unrelated question if rose were to extend a friendship olive branch to loki would he completely throw it back at her face
(im asking because rose needs to keep whatever's left of her dignity)
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Post by Loki on Aug 12, 2017 14:00:40 GMT -6
I'm nuts, baby, I'm mad
The craziest friend that you've ever had You think I'm psycho, you think I'm gone
Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong
WORDS: 131; NOTES: he's not that old, he'd be a senior warrior, which is only a more experienced warrior, but everyone thinks that's old, besides me. And he might accept it?
Loki found that she was trying to comfort him in her own way. He nearly wanted to roll his eyes, but he refrained as he saw she was trying to be kind to him, to build him up. Yet, he had gotten use to the feeling of being torn down. "You don't know me very well, it seems." Loki wanted to claw himself. Whatever he said just sounded dark and a strange kind of rude.
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Post by Nightingale on Aug 12, 2017 14:07:59 GMT -6
"You don't know me very well, it seems."
Okay, the words stung, but Rose chalked that up to a lifetime of not having anyone be nice to him. She refused to give up. She was determined to fix her mistake.
"Yes, but you're a lot better than the others I've met around here," she meowed, with a note of genuine to her voice. "And I've been told I'm an excellent judge of character."
Not really. She liked to think that she was an excellent judge of character.
"The others are... too chatty. You don't say much, but the words you do actually hold meaning," she offered up.
NOTES ; that's like firestar's age after the second/third arc-ish, so you're right that it's not that old. i applaud your dedication to him (i could never have that with my characters xD)
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Post by Loki on Aug 12, 2017 14:14:32 GMT -6
I'm nuts, baby, I'm mad
The craziest friend that you've ever had You think I'm psycho, you think I'm gone
Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong
WORDS: 144; notes: thank you. I never did finish the warriors series
As Loki listened to her, he could hear the seriousness in her voice. What she was saying was genuine, not just something one would say to build another up, but wasn't actually true. He didn't know how he felt, here was a cat that actually tried to be kind, or kinder, that was observant like him, and smart, keen, sharp. Plus, she was complimenting him on how he didn't talk much. His father used to yell at him for this, his mother wondered what was wrong, his sister rolled with it, and his brother wished he talked more. But this cat, this cat was truly giving him something that meant anything. He didn't know how to respond.
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Post by Nightingale on Aug 12, 2017 14:20:58 GMT -6
This time, her words were met with silence. Deep blue almond eyes blinked. An ear flicked. She tried to scan the tom, tried to read anything off of him and came out unsuccessful, and she was reminded again of why she didn't try to be nice. Perhaps she just didn't know how.
"Did I say something wrong?" she meowed, a tiny note of worry in her voice at the tom's complete lack of a reaction. At least before he'd actually reacted. She'd probably said something so horribly wrong that it hurt him to the point where he couldn't even speak.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."
NOTES ; i never did either lol, i gave up somewhere after the fourth or fifth arc i think.
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Post by Loki on Aug 12, 2017 14:27:22 GMT -6
I'm nuts, baby, I'm mad
The craziest friend that you've ever had You think I'm psycho, you think I'm gone
Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong
Sometimes, it wasn't the best that every emotion had to be hidden. "No, what you said..." he started, finding himself searching for the right words. It was something he didn't usually do, almost never did, but here he was. It was odd, and it felt wrong, but it was happening. "Thank you." The two words that rolled off his tongue felt foreign. He had nearly never said them before in his life, if ever. The siamese had literally dumbfounded someone who couldn't be dumbfounded.
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Post by Nightingale on Aug 12, 2017 21:58:37 GMT -6
Rose blinked. Blinked again. Three times she blinked, stunned by the reaction.
"You're very welcome," she meowed, feeling weirdly warm and soft inside from the thanks. Is this what it was like to be nice to cats?
...she should do it more often.
"Wild proposal here," she announced, flicking her tail back and forth behind her. "We're both friendless. Both so far away from our own Kingdoms. Both gifted with elegance and grace," she smiled teasingly.
"I say we form an alliance. No need to call it friendship, merely just an acknowledged link of affiliation." She glanced over at the tom. "After all, you did just get me to be nice, and if you knew me you'd know how extreme that is. So, what do you say?" her deep blue eyes sparkled with hope.
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