Macklyn Warlow (sexytrap) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2015-04-05 15:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | macklyn warlow, zz:status complete |
Waiting (Narrative)
Eric needed time, and Macklyn understood that. His mate's hurt and anger still flooded him, he would not block out the pain. He had been the one to cause it. He had his own sorrows for what he had done, but he would not share them until Eric was ready. Right now, the Dark Avenger needed space.
He introduced Mara to her new home, showed her the garden and the animals within it. Let her fly and explore the roof where Bran liked to sit. Then he brought her inside to show her the rest. It was then that Macklyn heard the small mewling.
"Oh." He shook his head. He'd forgotten about the kitten.
He was still in the dish box, sitting in the center, looking up. It didn't appear to be distressed, just lonely. Macklyn bent and picked him up, and Mara inspected him closely, her head turning this way and that.
From the fridge, the fairy got some milk, realizing he hadn't even prepared for the kitten correctly. There wasn't food, or a litterbox, or toys, or anything. He really really had not thought the whole thing through. Much like a child, he'd seen the kitten and hadn't considered the rest of the responsibility. Before turning away, he grabbed a bag of grapes as well.
Macklyn put the milk in a teacup and set it on the table, then put the kitten next to it so that he could drink. He sat in one of the two mismatched chairs - he was hunting for a better situation, a matched set, but they needed something to hold them over - and urged Mara from his shoulder. For her he opened the grapes and put a handful onto the table. He knew she would like them. She grasped one between her toes so that it could not move, and began to eat it.
There was a moment that he was able to forget the mess he'd made, and instead think of the family he'd created. How fantastic they all were. Eric, Bran, Mara, they were all extraordinary. Even the kitten, who was the most normal thing of them, was extraordinary because of his ordinariness.
He sat watching the animals eat, waiting for his soulmate to return home.