Got A Fear of Falling Under (Active) Who: Mighty (awarmred) and Blaze (momentsflare) What: Angsty firekitty is angsty now that Silverhedgie went bye-bye. Mightydillo's a'comin' to snuggle the stuffin's outta her. When: Shortly after Mighty said so here. Where: Blaze's Room (B 198) Warnings: Angstings and probable snugglin's. To be added. <3
She doesn't like crying.
Sliding under cool waters to cool temper was something Blaze had always loved. The flicker-caress of flame to rouse spirits was no different. But intermingled together as they were, too much heat like a boiled temper with the water that falls too easily? With the burning trails they trace through fine white fur, scarring deeper than memory she's sure, it seems something so obvious to hold contempt for.
So she doesn't like crying.
She honestly is beginning to regret those moments aside when she'd worried herself into a bit of a fret. When she'd trod to the hedgehog's room and found...
Blank.
Devoid not only of him. No. She's half-come to suspect such things. But a blankness of wall, lack of strange order he kept, lack of things placed so in the manner she's come to expect.
And then she knew.
Even so. She doesn't like the tears.
Do you? he'd said. The armadillo she'd taken as friend, what he'd said when she'd said if you should wish it. Do you...? Strange perhaps how she'd pulled a blank card before her screen. Merely sat and stared for long moments before trying to clear the haze of tears enough to type properly and not appear as much in pieces as she felt. Do you...?
She thinks that, if anything, she should wish to stop feeling shattered.
She walks as if in numb trance. To put on water. To unlock her door. Then to merely... sit. Again. Sit and wait, far from any usual, intent alertness that is characteristic her. Merely sit and... wait. She can't wait for the tears to stop so she can stop feeling as much. So she can miss him objectively. And stop feeling so shattered.