[prp/log] A rugrats angst [ Abila x Jelani ][ FIN ]

[Chi Sohma]

Jelani sighed, "You're troublesome...and I fear giving you what you want will never be best for you. If this happens again," he started which he doubted it would since he had threatened the juvenile, even a low for him, "then I will not spare you from your parents because I already think this hobby of yours is dispicable. Is that clear enough for you?" he inquired. Basically their training to him was that of a high priced whore and he did not want that for any mate of his. Making his way down the crater to his designated 'room' persay he let her down. There was a small spring and the room was littered with cloth and bedding he wasn't sure where it came from. "Make yourself comfortable," he rumbled. "I'll be back." Moving down the hallways to her parents room, it was clear they were upset and after much considerable arguing reluctantly they agreed. Not that Jelani cared much, it was probably a bad thing. He then made his way to find something to wrap her wrist though, he had suffered through worse without she was still royalty and was used to these kinds of luxeries. He wondered what would happen when she would have to do without. Moving back to his room with the bandage his dark eyes loomed over for the juvenile to wrap her wounds and sleep near the entrance. A promise to her parents of sorts.  

[Chi Sohma]

That feeling of disappointment within his words... Even if she only half understood them. Being brought up to want to be an incredianble Geisha.. How others would want to be like them, be as graceful and beloved.. And famous, and her mother had become a council woman, and she first started by being an entertainer... How could he sounded so against it? She wouldn't understand. Not yet anyways.

When he put her down, and once he left she literately waited til he left to cry as much as she wanted. As hard as she wanted and exhausted herself that by the time he'd come back... she was almost knocked out. Maybe even already asleep as she didn't stir but she made a puddle of tears under her and her paw was fanned away so she wouldn't sleep over it. The hardest day of her life- and there would be more to come. And she wouldn't stir not til after hours...
But she did wake, and felt... cold... This was the first time waking to it, and still dead and half sleep walking she looked for a source of heat.. Limping around, and looking like quite the hot mess with her fur all sorts of ways.. Her golden eyes slitted until she found the huge shadow cast.. And limped over. Flopping her body down and snuggling up against him.. Its what children wanted... to be loved.. could one blame her? No matter the brattiness- the rudeness- the smart remarks or rebellion, she still needed that warmth..

After curling up on him, she let her head flop around as if even that was missing something, until her chin finally found his arm, and thus draped her head over his arm... A purr left rumbled as she found it easy to sleep just...like this...  

[Death Resurrected]

Jelani wrapped her wrist while she slept as best as he could, as painlessly and silent as possible.The female was a mess, but the warrior had no intentions of cleaning her up by any means. Watching her for a moment as she curled in the cloth before he moved to the opposite side of the chamber near the door, to keep guard as well as sleep. How he missed it, seemed with this one she liked to be up at the brink of dawn chasing butterflies or whatever she did. He hadn't exactly observed her that much aside from at the 'entertainers' place. Settling down in the dirt he felt all the tension relax as darkness seeped in.

It wasn't too much longer later that he felt something by him, warm soft. Abila? He wanted to cringe at the fact, he felt as if he was desecrating something, taking away an innocence by just being there. But oddly he found it comforting, though he wished he could say otherwise. Watching her for a moment he finally found himself back into his peaceful slumber awaiting the next trial this little one would give him.