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 Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2016 12:18 am
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Evan's thought process wasn't quite the same anymore; there were bits and pieces of Evan that flickered through, but usually he found his thoughts wandering more and more. Sometimes he would go hours without realizing that he hadn't had a single thought. Sometimes he'd only think of Zack or Sanidine (and they were one in the same but not the same?) and sometimes he'd think of Evan.
Who he was and wasn't, and who it hurt to think about.
If he didn't think about it, it didn’t make him mad at Zack, or afraid of him.
It was hard to think poorly about him, anyway. Usually when Evan got too worked up his mind just stopped and it felt like he was sleeping with his eyes open. But he wasn't even sure if he needed sleep anymore, because Sanidine had gone to bed an hour ago and left Evan all alone to tend to his own things.
Evan remembered that he hated being out after dark, but Sanidine—Zack? —had told him that he couldn’t stay at the apartment like this. He said they'd get hurt, and even though it broke his heart (Because he knew that was his home and he didn't like the idea of being away from Zack) he had stayed outside.
He didn't wander far—just the alleyway out back. He didn't figure anyone would find him there; if he curled up small enough he was sure no one would see him, and he'd be right there for when Zack woke up.
It was a good plan, until Evan was still awake four hours later with a hunger he wasn't sure how to sate.
He didn't think like a human, but he couldn’t tell what had changed. Sometimes his thoughts came in the form of pictures, or blurs. The only thing that made sense was when Zack—no, Sanidine. No, both? —told him what to do.
A noise was just the thing he needed to snap out of his half-asleep, mostly-hungry daydreaming state, and his furry black head popped up over the boxes he'd been hiding behind. His large golden eyes narrowed as he squinted to see—and then widened once more. He climbed on top of the box, chittering rapidly. The noise was not human, and it did not really sound like it should have belonged to something that looked like him; he sounded a bit like an overzealous squirrel, but almost entirely more like some orca.
He didn't look like Evan, but he knew what Iolite looked like.
Sometimes he forgot how he knew someone, or he forgot that he wasn't Evan—and one minute he was on top of the box, and the next he was leaping at her excitedly, talking to her in his strange, unintelligible language.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2016 3:27 pm
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Iolite's tail swished lazily behind her as she watched the scene unfold infront of her. She had a mouse's tail pinned between her paw and the ground. It squeaked loudly as it furiously tried to scurry away from the cat. As she watched, she was suddenly reminded of that absurd cartoon lion movie Alex had made her watch once. "Life's not fair, is it?" She asked the mouse, quoting the movie. "You see, I... well, I shall never be queen." A little line improvising. Who was gonna know? "And you... shall never see the light of another day." Iolite laughed lightly, ready to finish the deed. "Adieu." However, just as she was going to finish off her little... friend, she was snatched up.
The cat hissed loudly, scratching at the arm that had her. Out of the corner of her eye, she could just make out the mouse disappearing around the corner.
Damn it.
Ears flattened and her hisses mixed with growls as she turned to face her captor. Once she did however, all noises and fighting stopped. A youma. Great.
How the tables have turned.
Kyuseisha no Hikari Well she didnt eat the mouse...
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2016 10:39 pm
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Evan did not see the mouse; he was absolutely oblivious to whatever Iolite had been doing. He knew only that he had her, in his arms, and he continued chirping at her desperately. He wasn't squeezing her unpleasantly, but his grip was strong enough that it was clear he didn't want her to get away. He let out a pleasant sigh and seemed utterly relaxed, flopping backwards as he held her to him and pressed his forehead to hers. His tail twitched excitedly beneath him and he did not seem to care at all that they were in some depressing alley, riddled with mice and bugs and trash, at the far end.
He tried to speak—tried to tell her how much he had missed her, and how glad he was to see her, and to ask things, but he could not remember the words, and even if he had, he could not remember how to form sentences.
So he did what he could remember—he nuzzled her and pet her, not unlike the way he had the last time he had been with her, when he'd still been human, and had his words and thoughts.
But now, he couldn’t remember much of anything, except that he liked this cat, and he didn't want to let her go. He wanted to keep her forever, and wanted to take her to Zack and curl up in bed with both of them.
…But Zack had told him to stay away, so he'd have to find some way to keep her here in this alley with him.
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2016 6:33 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2016 1:18 am
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For a long moment, the youma remained on the ground, watching as Iolite scratched and yowled at the window. She was going to cause a ruckus and he'd been specifically told to keep a low profile. When he couldn’t take any more of the yowling, he hesitantly meandered over to the window. He was larger than Iolite, and he'd lived in this house for a while.
He knew all of its secrets, and all of its weaknesses.
The window stuck, sometimes, but the lock was weak if you knew what to do. Evan knew no one was home; the only consolation of a window that didn't always stay locked was that you had to make a lot of noise to get in.
He planted his hands on either side of the frame and kept his eyes intently focused on the lock. He shook the glass panel carefully, watching as the latch wriggled with it. His nose was pressed against the glass nearly and he continued to shake. It only took half a minute or so before the latch started wobbling—and then was entirely knocked away from the knob it was hooked around.
The youma immediately seemed to perk up and with a few more shakes managed to shove the window open. He glanced at Iolite expectantly, stubby little tail of his wagging behind him as he remained perched by the window.
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