The rain came heavily, and appropriately. Quicksilver listened to the rain batter stone beyond the safety of his private quarter, heard the biting wind as it howled through the caverns. Somewhere farther off, a rumble of distant thunder; tragedy had befallen Vanderfell Woods and Shiroshika both.
It pained him to think of Orlaith, and the bad blood that'd been long harboured between them. He didn't think he'd ever done anything to warrant her suspicion of him, and over time her blatant mistrust had never seemed to cease. Quicksilver did his best to avoid her and, with news of her demise, he sorely regretted his decision to refrain from extending that olive branch.
Guilt bore heavy on his shoulders, yet there was much to be thankful for. He turned then to @Reiko, who'd been understandably quiet, and concern was clear in his eyes should she choose to look upon him. The marring of her face would scar, he knew, and he'd done his best to tend each fierce wound made by the cat's claws with care, but he worried for those that were not visible. He wanted to reach for her, to press his lips to her crown, but he was afraid she'd reject the contact.
“The rain isn't permanent,” he tried to smile, but it was clearly feigned - simply hopeful. “Soon, we will dance in the sun again - you and I.”
The tiger lived and thus, the war wasn't over. But there could be light at the end of the tunnel.
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It pained him to think of Orlaith, and the bad blood that'd been long harboured between them. He didn't think he'd ever done anything to warrant her suspicion of him, and over time her blatant mistrust had never seemed to cease. Quicksilver did his best to avoid her and, with news of her demise, he sorely regretted his decision to refrain from extending that olive branch.
Guilt bore heavy on his shoulders, yet there was much to be thankful for. He turned then to @Reiko, who'd been understandably quiet, and concern was clear in his eyes should she choose to look upon him. The marring of her face would scar, he knew, and he'd done his best to tend each fierce wound made by the cat's claws with care, but he worried for those that were not visible. He wanted to reach for her, to press his lips to her crown, but he was afraid she'd reject the contact.
“The rain isn't permanent,” he tried to smile, but it was clearly feigned - simply hopeful. “Soon, we will dance in the sun again - you and I.”
The tiger lived and thus, the war wasn't over. But there could be light at the end of the tunnel.
the staff team luvs u