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 Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 6:54 pm
It was dawn outside, the forest covered in the predawn mists, and Valiant found herself restless. In her hands she delicately held a Violin bow. She never had really looked at it up close until that moment. the bow itself was incredible, she could only imagine the violin.
Remi. Her mind sighed as she found her footing in a notch ingrained in a giant oak. He must be missing his bow, for how would he play without it? perhaps it was cruel of her to take something of importance, but had he not taken something of importance from her? She sighed and sat on a thick branch.
What would she say to him next? Everything she thought of was way too cliche. The scene just wouldn't play, she couldn't say shes in love.
She laid the bow onto her lap, and pulled out her own flute. Remi, her mind thought as the first Melancholy note filled the dappled light. Haunting, she played thinking of the things she could never say aloud.
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2009 6:49 pm
((*Sings* That's ancient history, been there, done that! 8DDD))
Remi was up at dawn, before Neptune, before most cats in the territories, but there was a reason. Dawn was something that had to be witnessed, it always had been and always would be. Grandfather had been stern about that, you had to see the new day start to enjoy it most, to take those quiet moments where there was nothing but you and the music in your head and watch the sun rise.
He headed out of his territory now, into the forest and the mist rising amongst the tired trees. He needed to relax right now, since Valiant had stolen his bow he had itched with all the frustration of being powerless to really express himself, though he emulated his hero, Tintin, he could live without the heroic reporter. But without his violin bow, he had no way to express himself and his head ached with music struggling to get out.
A new instrument joined the symphony in his head though, and he whirled around, looking for the source. A haunting flute melody, it could only be one cat and he smelled the air for her. Following his nose to a tree, he clambered up, trying his best to sneak up on the she-cat. What was she holding? He squinted and nearly fell out of the tree when he saw the bow, but clung to the branch. This was his chance!
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2009 9:32 pm
Valiant was so lost in her melody she barely noticed the new addition to her branch. She had been here everyday at dawn for the past week, so she felt it was safe to call it hers. But suddenly the air changed around her, and it was as though she conjured the person on her mind. Remi's sent clicked in her mind.
why would he be awake at such early hours
she questioned herself and tried to ignore that weighing sensation one gets when feeling as though they are being watched. Carefully she placed the flute on her lap and once more found herself at a loss in the beauty of the bow. Her hands trembled slightly as she picked it up from her lap, delicately turning it around in her palms, avoiding the horse hair strings,
he must be missing it.
Her thumb ran across the blade formed at the tip, an interesting weapon indeed.
She looked into the predawn light turning the leaves to a jade green.
"remi." she sighed and stared at the sunrise.
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2009 9:55 pm
Remi flashed her a grin as she recognized him, but whether it was the early hour or the lack of his violin, the violinist wasn't bursting with his usual frantic energy. Glancing at her as she ran her finger down the blade, he looked out at the sunrise for a moment before starting to speak.
"I'm not a violent kind of guy, Val." he said carefully. "I have a blade on my violin bow, yeah, but that's not what good guys use. Being a good guy is about catching criminals, not harming people." Aimlessly, he tugged on his scarf. "But sometimes people will fight back and all, and though I don't like it, I can't keep the cats I care about safe with only my fists and justice. But I'd rather capture villains, even if it's hard, and sometimes it really is hard to keep going..." He looked at her gravely, and for a few moments it was just them, no Tintin, no flute, no violin or good guys and bad guys. Just the mist and the sunrise and the silence punctured only by birdsong and Remi's sad sort of stare. "Anyway," he continued, looking embarrassed, "What I'm really trying to say is..."
He bit his lip. "Can you lean in a little closer? It's important."
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2009 11:04 pm
Valiant jumped at the sound of Remi's voice slicing her thumb on the tip of his weapon. The silly girl had believed she conjured up his smell in her mind!
"shi..!"
She stopped abruptly as Remi began to speak and forcefully stuffed her thumb into her mouth. The coppery taste of blood clouded all senses and then she found it was gone... was Remi trying to explain his ethic on fighting? Was he actually being... SERIOUS? The hell? Was she dreaming? If she was she felt she had to play along.
Then he asked her to lean forward... and her heart filled her throat and she found herself immobile.
"I'm sorry I took your bow... I-I felt really bad about it."
She whispered though her thumb and offered it to him leaning forward slightly. A slight blush floated across her skin as she leaned into him.
"what?"
The word was barely audible.
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 5:06 am
With a guilty stab as she mentioned how sorry she was, Remi leaned in a close as he could, and said "I have to say this..." Reaching out as quickly as he could, he grabbed at his violin bow. "Gotcha, bad guy!" he exclaimed.
Grinning widely, he drew away from her again. "Justice is served." he announced cheerfully. His joke played he went back to focusing on the real, and he unwound his scarf from his neck, offering it to her for her finger. "Too bad about the bleeding though." the shorthair said regretfully. "I would've avoided that if I could."
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 7:28 am
Valiant looked away.
"Its ok. I'm fine."
Her eyes lingered into the vegetation and she felt the song press on the back of her mind.
"I suppose I am the bad guy."
For some reason she felt somber, and mildly morose.
She fell completely silent as she was absorbed by her contemplations.
I should just go now, there is no use for me to be here at the moment, I have half a heart to tell him, and the other half to run away and never look back.
she sighed audibly and picked up her flute, ignoring the internal conversation that had taken place inside her since she first met Remi.
He was her first friend.
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2009 12:42 pm
Remi frowned, tilting his head at her. "Hey, hey now." he said puzzledly. "You're too pretty to be the bad guy! Everyone knows bad guys are ugly and have at least one mysterious scar." He nodded knowledgeably, grinning at her. "And a big nose, too."
His amber eyes were dragged down to the flute as she picked it up with her delicate hands and his own hand twitched towards it before stopping. He looked away, reddening, and focused on the bow he had just retrieved, examining it for damage but finding none but a faint trace of Valiant's blood, glistening at him accusingly from the blade tip. He wiped it off hurriedly, then kicked his feet out to give him something to occupy his mind.
"If anyone's the bad guy, I am." he said suddenly, biting his lip. "I hurt you."
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2009 6:17 pm
Valiant turned to look at him.
"you are NOT a bad guy, if I ever hear you say that again I will pummel you, besides I hurt myself."
Wishing he were happy again she put on a fake smile.
"Besides I do have a scar. Do want to see?"
Immediately she blushed remembering where it was, directly on her hip, and in order to show him she would have to lift her tunic a bit. Because how outrageous the outfits were for the Anubu females she had thrown over her old dress. Though she was painfully aware of the short skirt and half top underneath. He would end up seeing that. Valiant figured he would have to know sooner or later anyway. She was not the Valiant that he once knew. Not anymore. Val was vaguely aware that her thumb had stopped bleeding.
With shaking hands she laid the flute on his lap and smiled feeling his need to touch it. Immediately she felt its loss and a ping of guilt filled her about stealing his bow.
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 11:22 am
Remi shook his head and smiled, pushing the flute back into her possession. It hadn't been the instrument he wanted to reach out for, but the hand that was holding it, and that was something he wasn't ready to admit to her yet.
He blushed and let out a nervous laugh, waving his hands dismissively. "No, no I believe you." he assured her. "Anyway, heroes can have scars too as long as they're cool looking." He seemed cheered by her defense of him though. "Anyway, I've got what I came for, and you've got the mischief I assume you stole my bow for, so we shouldn't be mad at each other anymore, right?"
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 11:34 am
Valiant sighed. She had to tell him, just had to, she couldn't keep this game playing.
"Remi.... im sorry.. it seems that you must not have heard, and I will understand if you want nothing to do with me after I tell you..." Vals voice broke as she looked at the ground, trying to hide the fact tears were welling in her eyes. Her hands shook as she clutched the flute to her chest.
"I could... never be mad at you." She shook her head letting her long moonlight hair fall and cover the tears that were coming freely now.
"but you may be mad at me. I liked you... so much more then friends. But everything has changed since... since the accident happened."
She dared a glance up through her hair.
"I dont think I can see you anymore Remi, it hurts to remember I am no longer what I once was... and that there is no hope for us anymore."
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 11:51 am
Remi stared.
This note was wrong in his musical world, dissonant in the harmony that had been all around him just a few moments before. Blinking, he said "...What?" There were a few things that needed to be addressed, and as his mind flailed in the all-too-familiar territory of abandonment, the only thought that he could cling to rationally was 'She liked me?!' playing in his head like a skipping record.
'Liked' was the operative word, the past tense ringing in his tabby ears. For lack of anything more intelligible, he repeated "What?" again, and felt a little better for doing so. Shaking his head, he said "Val, what's wrong? What happened?" Panic was rising in his chest, what could his friend have possibly done that would make such a speech even necessary?
"Val..." Remi shot her a helpless, lost sort of look. He had no idea what was going on, but he knew he didn't like it already.
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 12:00 pm
((T.T))
Val tried to keep the trembling out of her voice as she gave him the summary of what had happened, but failed miserably.
"My old territory... The mansion had a cat, who I made the mistake of beating. He hurt me badly in our last fight... and later that night, he... he" her voice broke and she drew her knees to hide her face from him, she wanted to run, but the air of those words hung between them. Valiant would never be the same, and he had the right to ask why. Her voice droped until it was a simple whisper.
"he raped me remi."
With those words she let go of the last shard of hope she once held.
"There's no way you would want me now. . . there's no way anyone will ever want me now."
the words were muffled, but held all the emotion that had been building inside.
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 12:47 pm
There was a lurch in Remi's stomach as he listened to her quiet voice, and his hands trembled, so he held his violin bow tighter. "The violin bow made sense, when apparently everything else was not going to anytime soon. "I..."
What did one say to something like that? How could anyone even think of doing that to a girl like Val? Even the most evil Tintin villains would never do something like that.
He couldn't think. Biting his lip he shook his head and looked over at her. "If that's what you think of me, no wonder you don't like me anymore." he said with a weak smile. "Why would I like you less...? Why would I be angry at you?" His expression hardened. "I wouldn't be much of a hero if I didn't know where to assign blame. Whatever scoundrel did that to you deserves a blade in his throat."
Somewhere in him, the little part of Remi that wasn't being swept away by shock and anger reminded him that good guys didn't kill, and incidentally, his grip was about to snap his bow in half. Relaxing his clenched fists, he frowned at Val. "I don't care if you're going to have kittens or if he raped you or whatever." he told her honestly. "My... my feelings aren't going to change because of that."
He had hoped to admit to liking her in some other way, later on, some actually romantic way that didn't involve talking about traumatic incidents, but what could you do?
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 1:30 pm
His words shocked her, valiant lifted her head to meet his eyes. She remained that way for sometime, gathering all of her thoughts. He made her feel like herself again, and she didn't know if she could stand what her true self would say to this. Valiant cursed herself as he spoke, all she was doing was hurting the person she cared about.
Valiant sighed and rested her head on his shoulder, trying her hardest to keep it together.
"Oh remi... I dont know what im thinking anymore, I feel like I have lost myself and am drowning in melancholy song. As much as I try I cant get myself clean.I guess I dont think you would want me because I dont even want me." She started crying again, burying her face into his shoulder trying not to climb into his arms or run away, she knew he wasn't the monster she was running from, but for some reason she found herself terrified.
"Remi... i'm in love with you, and because I ... I know its no use I ... I know you dont feel the same." Her hands trembled as she pushed hair from her face. Valiant couldn't stand more heartbreak and pain, she wouldn't stand to loose him, but she couldn't stand to sit there and worry if what she said is true or not. She lifted her head and buried it in her hands, why did it have to be confusing? Why couldn't it be simple?! Why could it not be I love you and thats all that matters, or the alternative, I'm sorry... I have to leave so that I dont fall more in love with you and hurt myself more?
For Valiant, she doubted her life was ever going to be easy.
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