the world is up for grabs
Ikigai
Surprising him with her boldness, Ikigai shrugged off her garments and slipped free of the silken embrace to rush forward. Though she was a fair bit smaller than himself, she reared up onto her hind legs and wrapper her pale forelimbs around his slim neck. Even his own sisters weren't so readily affectionate with him, and it shook him up for a moment. "I'm going to miss you too. I'm so sorry." his cousin murmured into the fur of his chest and neck, followed by the soft sounds of sorrow. A few quiet sniffles, and she buried her features into the dark fur of his chest. One of his own ebon forelimbs lifted hesitantly, his pale violet gaze fixated on the drying mud that painted it. He couldn't sully her pristine fur like that, it wasn't right. Instead, he lowered his narrow head to tuck her head and neck beneath his jaw. A careful tilt of his head kept her from being caught with one of those long, deadly fangs, and he pressed his cheek against the back of her neck. Ikigai's mournful crying only seemed to escalate from there, a warm sensation of dampness spreading through the fur of his chest as his fur soaked up the steadily falling tears. As she pulled away, the godling lifted his head to let her move. She did not relinquish her hold on his neck, but he didn't mind. His sisters were all quite a bit bigger than her, and so he didn't find himself straining under her weight at all. Her glassy silver eyes held his, their faces barely a few inches apart. She looked so sad, he almost wished he hadn't called for her. It wasn't fair to make her feel this way, she didn't deserve it. Purple brows pinched together as he sniffed lightly, desperately fighting the fresh wave of sorrow that washed over him. It felt so horribly selfish to put her through this, all for his own desperate need for comfort as he clung to memories of a life he was no longer allowed to lead. "Promise me that you won't forget me, okay?" she pleaded softly, mercurial gaze glistening with fresh, unshed tears. He bobbed his head mutely, choking on the sob that threatened to force its way up his throat. Blinking away a few tears, they rolled silently down his cheeks while he sucked in a deep breath. "I wouldn't dare," the godling promised with a sad smile. "You don't hate me?" he questioned, auds tipping back anxiously as he surveyed her expression. After all of this, and the way their mothers had fought, he wouldn't have been surprised to have sat here all night, cold and alone. He had followed Toxicity's orders when she had pulled the small family from the territory, and he felt a pang of guilt for thoughtlessly marching away. Clearly Ikigai was made of stronger stuff, willing to disregard the potential orders of her mother to attack on sight if she ever saw them again. What had become of their family, in the last few days? "speech" |
