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 Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 8:30 pm
 He loved her. Truly and deeply. But he couldn't share her. That was something Weylyn didn't have the strength to do. He wouldn't know who she'd be with at nigh; him or her. And it was hurting him so bad. Weylyn had been in a bad mood for a while now, he'd avoided Mir every chance he got. He couldn't face her and let her know how he felt. He was supposed to be supportive, right? That's what a lover did; supported their other through anything that happened. And he tried. Oh, did he try. Forcing smiles, trying to talk himself into being comfortable with the whole situation.
That left him empty and hurting; lying to himself. To her. It wasn't what he was supposed to do. He sat on a bench outside the post office and looked down, curly hair in his blue eyes. His freckled skin pale in comparison to the clothes he wore. Black tee shirt, faded jeans, cowboy boots. He was just a normal looking cat. Maybe that's why she felt the need to go else where. He just wasn't enough for her. His tail and ears flicked at that thought, like a piece of a puzzle had just fallen into place. Maybe that was it. He just wasn't what she needed anymore. It hurt.
Pain. Guilt. Self loathing and pity. He no longer had the glow around him, no longer had his flirting swagger and teasing tone. He didn't feel up to flirting. And after this heartache, he probably wouldn't flirt anymore. He didn't want another lover; not right now. Just the thought made him shiver. He hugged himself tightly and looked down the street with a hard sigh.
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 1:06 am
Mir walked the edge of a building in view of the post office, balancing without needing to think about it, lost in thoughts she would have preferred never to have to consider in the first place. She had been in the plaza territory for about a week and a half now, meaning to spend time with Weylyn and fulfill her duties to her territory as well. The latter had happened easily; she patrolled when it was her shift, she checked in with Aidan, and performed every other bit of minutia that was part of her place in Kokitsu Plaza. As far as the former… well, that was proving rather difficult. Wey was being… distant; going as far as outright avoiding her in the past week. The one possible conclusion she had reached was that Wey was upset with her, and she thought constantly over the times they had been together recently, picking over everything, trying to figure out what it was that she could have done to the tom that was such a gentleman and a comfort to her.
Reaching the corner of the roof, she looked up and leaped easily across to the next building which was directly across from the post office and continued walking along the edge of the building. Mir sighed, looking down at her feet morosely. This was starting to get a little too much, a thorn in her side; digging in painfully when she recalled times when Wey had left at the sight of her. She sat down, her legs dangling off the side of the building, confused and sad thoughts building slowly inside her.
She wasn't sure if it could be anything in the recent weeks. Nothing had really changed in their routine or in the way she had behaved around him. In her musings, Mir wasn't entirely sure she wanted to find out what she had done wrong, if it was causing her partner to act like this.
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 6:17 am
He had to go talk to her, to end this on, at least, decent terms. Maybe he could salvage this and at least they could be friends. Blue eyes shone with near tears as he got up from his spot and sighed heavily. Where to even start looking for Mir? Well, she was usually by the post office; they crossed paths there frequently. Maybe that's where she was right now. Perhaps she was sitting and thinking about her.
Weylyn had no problem with lesbians, but he was greedy, needy. Wanted Mir to himself and not to share her with another girl. Brows furrowing, Weylyn raced toward the post office as fast as his legs would carry him. By the time he got there, he was panting, sweating and looking around for her. He didn't smell her, didn't see her. But that didn't mean she wasn't here. He knew Mir better than that. Which made this that much harder. She was the one he knew best, who knew him best. But they'd have to carry on and live separate lives. Putting his hands to his mouth, he hollered her name once. "Mir, you here?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 7:22 am
Wey’s shout startled her, cutting through her revere. Her ears flicked towards where the sound had come from and she gazed down at the street. Sure enough the mane coon tom was looking about, apparently for her. He seemed… frantic? No… determined? Hurried? Worried? Sad? Mir couldn’t decide; through her own fog of worry, she couldn’t think as clearly as she wanted too. But at least he didn’t seem like he was going to leave this time. Taking a deep, but slightly shaky breath she called back down to him. “I’m here, Wey.”
Staring at him for a few beats longer, trying to decide if indeed he was going to stay in the same area as her she got up and moved over to the side of the building, heading for a storm drain. Taking hold of it she slide down as fast as she could while still being safe, worried that he wouldn’t be there when she touched ground. She wanted to talk to him, to find out what was going on. She hopped off the storm drain when she was close enough to the ground and half-raced to the opening out onto the street in order to catch him if he had decided to walk away again.
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 11:09 am
But he wouldn't run away. He called her, why would he do that. When she approached him, he hugged himself a little tighter and let his tail tense up. She didn't know what she did wrong; honestly. Wey thought himself a little s**t because of how he acted towards her. He reached out and ruffled her hair a little before letting that sad smile sweep across his face.
"I'm... sorry we haven't talked in a while," he said softly, hardly above a coarse whisper. His voice was tight and rough with emotion. This was going to be so hard and he didn't really want to say goodbye. But, she'd be happier with someone who wasn't so needy, so... clingy. Mir was alive; she radiated life. In everything she said and did.
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