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 Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2007 5:46 pm
It was indeed difficult to be completely sad when one was a ball of fluff occupying the lap of such a sweet boy. So Lissel did her best to comply, at least pushing the sadness away from the forefront of her feelings, so that she could better focus on the moment at hand. Her mourning did no good for her gentle ones, and no good for Kian either.
"Don't worry about me, honey, just memories." She brushed his arm lightly with her tail and rested her head against his chest, beneath his chin. It seemed she was in no way uncomfortable with such close contact. She was used to being coddled.
"Living hurts." She murmured, in something that might almost be called reproach. "I don't like to see you hurt, dear. But I don't want to see you not live."
"It's unfair, isn't it?" She smiled up at him, "We need cookies, don't you think? Or icecream."
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 6:18 pm
"Living does not have to hurt if you know how to avoid it." He evaded her statement carefully and ended up standing almost abruptly. Lissel was put down rather gently so her feet were on the floor.
"Cookies will work. And ice cream. Parental taught me how to make sandwhiches of them." Patrick was a genius. He'd be DAMNED if his children didn't know how to make ice cream sandwhiches. Damned!
Kian hesitated, looking down at the small bundle of fluff before heading to the kitchen. "Almost all things are unfair, ally. What's difficult is trying to figure out if you can handle the unfairness or not."
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