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 Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2008 5:27 pm
After that nightmare, and finding her gone, Nyota hadn't been quite sure what was wrong with him. To be honest, he had no idea why his whole world had turned upside down so quickly the moment she stepped into it, or why she was so good at making him worry or freak out. She hadn't really been a part of his life that long, yet, she already belonged in it. Was that normal?
He groaned as he put a paw on his mug, rubbing it and staring down at his feet. The grass around him was high, covering up to his cheeks when he was sitting - perfect for a little alone time to think. That was what he so desperately needed, even if he worried when he was away from her. However, as he looked down, he noticed the strangest little flower growing there. Pink and purple, growing up from the ground, shrouded by the tall dark grasses around it and nearly crunched by his feet.
For a moment, he just stared, and then something hit him - hard and fast. With a groan, he dipped down to snap the stem up in his teeth and he pushed himself to his feet, intending to find her.
Amazingly enough, Mbawa was not out and about trying to find him. She'd... managed to calm down, if only jsut a tad, since the time she'd met the male and had come to realise she could simply NOT stick herself to his side 24/7, that he needed some time to himself and that she ought to grant him that much. So thus, the female had lay herself down by a random tree, her side cradled against the bark, the shade the branches produced covering her body.
All in all, she thought it strangely reminiscent of the day she'd met Nyota, a while back. Not all that much time had passed, and yet... here she was, happy and living life the way she liked; to the fullest. She did regret leaving her parents' side, but not that often, for while she missed them and her sibblings, she had gained so much more here.
She'd gained somewhere where she really mattered. Where she was an individual, not merely part of a litter. She was important, cared for and worried over. She was special, and now, if only she could cause Nyota to crack a smile, her life would be that much more complete.
He stalked along for a while, carrying the flower in his maw, his eyes scanning the area around them as he searched for her. He didn't think she'd be in the den, not at this time of day. She just wasn't the sort to lock herself away in the den when the day was beautiful and there were things to enjoy. He had appreciated the fact that she had slowly begun to give him a little bit of breathing room, but it didn't help when he was actually trying to figure out where she was.
Just as he was about to give up, his eye caught sight of dappled white beneath an old tree, and he let out a mental sigh of relief. If she had wandered off somewhere and gotten hurt again, he didn't know what he'd do after last time. She didn't seem to be the most careful of creatures. He altered his course to head in that direction, his head low so as not to catch the flower on anything, sheltering it in the curve of his neck against his body.
As he got close, he leaned down and lay it at her feet, taking a deep breath now that he didn't have to worry that a hard one might blow away the delicate petals. "Is that what it looked like?" It was a blunt question, but he figured she'd know what he meant.
In the distance, she could see some thunder clouds rolling in their den's direction; she figured that they'd go over them sometime the following day if the winds helped them, "Rain, rain," she whispered to herself, "Go away, come again another day. All the world is waiting for the sun~" her eyes looked up to squint against the branches at the sun, and she couldn't help but snort; few apreciated the mid day sun.
Her eyes closed then as a breeze passed by her side and the dog would have purred had she been a cat. Alas, she contented with smiling slightly. That is, till a voice dragged her out of whatever day dream she had been enjoying. Her eyes snapped open to find Nyota there, and she smiled up at him in greeting, her tail waggling enthusiasticaly, "Mmmm?" it took her a few moments to catch on before she looked down. Her jaws parked and for once... she seemed out of words, "Yes! Yes! That's it!" she seemed horribly happy over such a small, insignificant flower. She looked at it for a long moment, her eyes sparkling with mirth and her grin wide before she jumped to her feet, the flower left on the floor, her head reaching to nuzzle him enthusiasticaly, "Thank you, thank you!" she squeaked at him as she licked him.
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Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2008 5:28 pm
He blinked for a moment at the onslaught of emotion from her, having expected something of that ilk, but not quite prepared when she licked his mug. It created a.. fuzzy feeling in his gut and oh, he wasn't prepared for 'fuzzy feelings' one damn bit. It only added to the fact that his life seemed 'complete' with the one soul he never thought he'd want to stick around for any length of time.
"You're welcome," he said weakly, offering her a small smile, a very small one but he couldn't help it. He was being overwhelmed by thoughts and feelings and he had no idea which way was up and down and his head felt full to bursting with all of this. He felt awkward just standing there though, with her nuzzling him, and he opened his mouth as if he might say something before he quickly shut it again and just looked away. What in the world.
And oh, if anything, his smile only spurred her on even more; her ears perked and for a moment she seemed surprised, for whatever reason. Perhaps she'd half expected him to grump and tell her moodly to stop licking him. She sure as hell hadn't expected him to smile at her, of all things! So thus at his words, she found herself showering him in a few more licks, her ears flat against her head. The fact she was busy rubbing the top of her head under his throat obviously meant she missed th way he was out of words and was unable to do more than open his mouth and then snap it shut.
What she DID notice was that he'd turned his head away and rather than moody, he looked awkward, and so she extracted herself from where she'd tucked herself under his mug and looked at him, "What? Is something wrong? Did the flower had thorns?" Ooh, it probably had had thorns! And he was upset! For a moment, her ears flopped back and she looked horribly upset
His smile did grow the more she showered him in affection, his eyes shutting, though he didn't grow any less awkward. In fact, it looked even worse. His smile was more present, but his body was stiffening because his thoughts were more confused and he just bloody didn't know what this meant. What did it mean when he didn't hate her anymore, when he couldn't sleep when she wasn't there, when he worried when she was gone for more than an hour? When he had damn butterflies in his gut and her licks and cuddles made him smile brighter than he had in ages?
"It's.. it's nothing. I, it's everything," he mumbled, making absolutely no sense as he began to jumble his sentences together. His brows furrowed and he let out a low groan in his throat. He didn't move away from her though and that was quite possibly the biggest upside to it all. "I'm confused," he whispered, as if he were telling her a great secret.
If she noticed how increadibly awkward he was acting, and how horribly out of character it was for him, she was doing a good job at ignoring it. At least for the most part, for she looked at him with a mere tilt of her head, her tail waggling only slightly as she frowned. WAS there a thorn in the end? Her nose lowered to his neck and then lifted to the line of his jaw; she could smell no blood and could see no wounds. Not knowing was agitating her. When he finaly spoke, she was even more confused than she'd been before, "Nothing?" she asked, only to feel even more confused as he added more words, "Everything?"
Well, if he was confused, so was she. At least he wasn't hurt though, right? Which was good. Calming herself down, she sat down beside him, looking up to his face with that pathetic expression she was so damn good at making, "Why?" she asked, "Why are you confused?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2008 5:29 pm
As she looked up at him with that pathetic expression, he let out a loud groan, plopping himself down to sit next to her. That face just made it worse because now not only did he have to figure out what was wrong, but he owed her a reason for acting so ridiculous too, or she was going to be confused and upset before long. Why on earth did these sorts of things have to keep happening to him?
"I'm confused because I never wanted you around, but now I want you around all the time. I never cared about silly things like flowers, but as soon as I saw that one I had to pick it up and bring it to you. All I ever wanted was to be alone and now.." he trailed off, chewing at the inside of his cheek, "now I'm afraid whenever you're gone."
While it was true she was confused, it'd probably become clear over time that there was very little (if anything!) that could keep Mbawa down. She was rarely upset, and when she was, she usualy found even the smallest, tinest of things to be heartwarming enough to cheer her right on up. It was the rule of thumb when it came to her... it was simply imposible to keep her depressed. It anything, she wished to help him, and that much wasobvious upon her features. She'd come to him in such a selfish way, practicaly forcing her presence into his life, telling him she'd 'liked' him. She'd come to notice that that 'like' was hardly what she felt now. It was a much more powerful feeling, and with it, the selfishness of her earlier actions were washed away.
That was why she'd given him his space and why though she hadn't left, had decided that if he was ever going to 'like' her back, she'd need to start thinking more about him and less about her romatic daydreams. As he spoke, her ears perked, and for a moment she tilted her head, but soon enough, the agitated look vanished, replaced with a smile, "That's because you like, me, silly!" it was said horribly bluntly, as if it made perfect sense to her, "I really like you too!"
He frowned and turned his head to look at her as she spoke, mulling her words over and over in his head. He liked her? She had told him once that she liked him, she was saying it again now. Liked, liked? What in the world did 'like' mean? He liked a lot of things. He liked food, he liked water, he liked to be warm and he liked to sleep. He liked his siblings and he loved his mother.
The last thought struck him, like a kick to the stomach.
"Oh god," he whispered, putting a paw to his head and blinking rapidly as if it might help clear away the shock running through his system. He loved his mother, he loved his father, he loved his family, and he bloody loved Mbawa. "No, Mbawa, I don't like you at all," he whispered, almost croaking it out, "I love you. That's what it is. I love you." He was shocked, his eyes wide, the revelation having hit him full force.
She watched as he tried to process her words, and for a moment, remain silent. It was clear to her, really! Why couldn't he see it? And then, he spoke again, a hushed whisper and her ears perked again to pick up what he was saying, "Love?" she pondered this for a moment and then tilted her head to one side, the movement childish, "Well, that's the same thing, sort of. That's what I meant when I said I really liked you," then again, he was right, because the like she'd had before... was not the same as the like from now. As she pondered the change over, her mouth opened and then formed a small 'o' like shape.
She was having a better time processing the information though, for no sooner had she breathed that single, "Ohh...." that she turned and smiled at him, "That's okay though! I like it that you love me. And I love you too. Because love is simply like... only intensified. I won't go anywhere," she'd left that more than clear before, "I want to stay with you! Because you complete me. You need my happyness and I need your... youness," it made sense in a strange way; he needed him to keep her down to earth and he needed her to see the bright side of life, "You're violet and I'm pink. Like that flower. We're good. Everything's good."
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Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2008 6:00 pm
He watched her in silence for a long time, letting the shock wear off slowly. It was okay. He loved her, and it was okay. She was right, she was goin to stay with him, he supposed he had known all along that she was never going to leave his side again. She was going to stay with him, he loved her, and this was the most twisted happily ever after he had ever imagined. Had he ever even imagined a happily ever after?
He sighed, a mix between content and resignation, and leaned in to prop his head on hers. "You need my meness?" He chuckled, but he did know what she was going on about. In a weird way, they balanced each other out. "I'm the purple in your pink," he whispered, shutting his eyes. It had been a long day and his head was starting to hurt, no matter how much he had come to accept it.
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