Grave of the Fireflies

N/A · 06-22-2015, 11:39 AM

His words had been harsh. He wanted to bite them back, to keep them from ever reaching Mystic’s ears, but it was too late. Mystic would lunge at him, and he would feel his leg shift, a yelp part in pain, part in surprise as he was pinned beneath her. Fangs were in his face, and Hypnos would stare up at Mystic in shock. He would frown deeply, knowing he had crossed the line. He had forgotten to take her emotions into account, letting anger get the better of him rather than try to talk things out reasonable. He would swallow hard, rolling onto his side as she got up off him.

Guilt ate at him now. Dammit... Hypnos would try to scramble to his paws, feeling his weaker leg give out under him and cause him to stumble back towards the earth. “Mystic!” He’d call after her. “Mystic I’m sorry!” He called. A sigh would leave his lips as he watched her retreating form, head lowering. Had he messed up his relationship with her forever? Would she come back or just keep going, never to be seen again?

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