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 Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 8:14 pm
Ember always felt the safest when he was being held, touched, but he'd found that his blanket was the next best thing. The almost-flat comforter that he kept in the room he shared with Yrre was therefore one of his most treasured objects, right up there with the book Remus had given him (but no, he reminded himself- he'd left that on the porch with his letter, that wasn't his anymore) and the strange feather that he'd been told he was clinging to when Autumn found him- though that had been taken to Autumn's room for safekeeping, and he hadn't seen it since. His comforter was where he'd hid when he wrote his last letter to Remus, and it was where he hid now. It had been three days since he'd seen Remus, or Nari, or anybody, really, and he'd halfway decided not to leave the house again, ever. There was nothing his friends could do, if he did, after all...none of them knew where he lived, and as far as he knew, Yrre didn't know Nari or Remus, and therefore couldn't tell them, or lead them...
With a sigh, he burrowed more deeply into his blanket, willing the world just to go away and leave him alone.
Upon entering the room, Yrre cocked his head to the side curiously. The Worrier was Worrying again-an activity that got a capital letter in his mind, for it made the whole house gloomy. "For why is the Worrier Worrying?" he asked, trotting over to prod the tailed ball of blankets on Ember's bed, which contracted and recoiled from his touch with a muffled demand to go away. "Em-beerrrr," he whined, tugging at the blanket, "Please to be getting up and going to see your friends and stop to be Worrying."
Why couldn't the blasted teenager just leave him alone? It wasn't as if he didn't get enough attention, after all, he thought grumpily. "Yrre, I'm not in the mood to play..." he informed the overgrown kit (for that was what he saw him as) hollowly, pulling his tails inside his makeshift cave of stifling cloth. Maybe he'd overheat and die, he mused grimly. Then at least he wouldn't have to face Remus and Nari, or annoying 'family' members trying to pull him out of bed. "I don't want to see my 'friends'", he snarled, his heart twisting painfully at the suggestion. "I don't want to see anybody, including you. Just- go pester Autumn, or something. I'm sure she'd be glad to fawn over you."
"The Yrre is fawnable, but the Yrre are not being wanting to be fawned over!" Yrre pointed out, pulling more insistantly at the blanket. Such growling and tugging and protesting continued, until a ripping sound tore through the air, and both kitsu froze. By this time, Ember had been pulled enough out of his cacoon that he and Yrre could stare at each other, and Yrre's eyes widened. He knew he was in trouble when he looked down to see a rather large tear in Ember's blanket, and his fur stood a bit on end. "Please to be...the Worrier not...to be harming the Yrre!" he mumbled, dropping his bit of blanket and backing up at bit. "It is not being the Yrre's fault..."
His blanket. His substitute for real touch- torn. Rendered into pieces by this, this...weird-speaking, nosy teenager! "You are so dead." he seethed, staring at the damage that had been done. Preparing to pounce- and possibly injure- his 'sibling', he watched as he raced for the door, probably to run to Autumn for protection. The wimp. Ember tore after him, and, drawing on energy he hadn't known he had, caught up to him, leaping to catch one of his tails and sending them both tumbling. "Maybe you should have gone out to see your friends today, you miserable little brat.." he snarled, using his full body weight to pin the younger kitsu beneath him. "Instead of bothering your stupid bloody 'Worrier' and destroying his stuff. Now, what are you going to do about it? I would be very careful about what I said, if I were you..." he continued, growling and glaring furiously.
(( more to be added))
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 7:33 pm
Sweet, sweet Ember...
I don't think there was anything more wonderful than finding that note waiting for me. Your words were so... I can't even think of the word to say. But they warmed my heart so much, and made me want nothing more than to hurry to you.
The best way to go about this is to just answer you simply...
Yes. Yes, yes, yes, I'll most definitely be your mate, your love, your everything, providing you're still willing to have me. I love you more than I can express, and it would be the best thing to ever happen to me if you would let me be your mate.
You are the best thing that happened to me, Emmy... Without you, I would still be lost, hungry, and distrusting, hiding in the shadows... You mean the world to me, and I love you so very much.
Love, always,
Rhian
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