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Vulturemalice had not been expecting the morbid present, but his heart welled up with gratitude. "You didn't have to do that you know," he said, sort of shyly. Not many knew or accepted his odd fasination with bones and the dead. "Plus unless you want to eat that," he said with a slight curl of his lip, "it'll be best to bury and check back at a later date." He leaned forward to examine the bat, ears forward and eyes wide. Using a paw, he stretched the wing, watching the membrane between the tones stretch with a fascination. Turning his olive eyes back up towards Doe, an eye squinting grin was spread across his face. "It's so delicate!"
He looked back down at the small, black furred creature with concentration, looking at its smushed up face and large ears. Turning back to Doe, he tilted his head to the side in question. "What are things that you love? I mean, how I like what I like. What about you? Do you have any interests, besides making young, totally willing toms smitten for you?" There was a teasing, playful tone to his voice, that rare flirtation flaring up once more.
He sat back to watch Vulturemalice inspect the bat, heart flooding with pride at the look of scientific fascination that came over the medicine cat as he studied something he had caught. His gaze followed the wing as it was stretched out. When he looked back at him with that big, delighted grin that made his olive eyes scrunch up, Doe met it with a grin just as bright, exhaling a little rush of joyfully relieved laughter through his freckled nose. He'd never felt pride in himself like this before, or such pure love at seeing someone so happy. "Lemme know when you think it'll be ready to dig up," he purred. "I'll come with you and pretend to not be grossed out while you clean the bones up."
Vulturemalice's question caught him off by guard. He listened, hoping he didn't look as uncertain as he felt; at the medicine cat's flirtatious joke, he let out a soft, breathy little laugh, ducking his head away. Doe was always more than happy to talk about his past, about the cats he'd known and the things he'd done - but when it came to talking about himself, about who he really was when he wasn't smiling for someone and no one else was looking... He was still so afraid that if someone looked at the reality of him - the vapidity, the vanity, the fact that being in love and making others happy was so much of his personality - they'd curl their lip and turn away, their daydreams of who he might be disappointed and smudged. He'd never truly taken the time to work out who he was when there wasn't someone else to care for, to complete him. He always just felt hollowed out. Maybe that was why he chased one love after another, to make himself brighter, funnier, cleverer, to bring out the best in himself that he was so afraid wouldn't exist on his own. He was a social butterfly - that was who he was.
"To be completely honest," he replied, sounding vulnerable for the first time that night, still not looking at the younger tom. He brushed his broken forepaw over the soft black fluff of the bat's chest. "I've never loved anything the way you love this. I could lie and say it's because I've never stayed in one place long enough, but I know that's not true. I just... I think maybe you need to like being alone. And I don't." He liked talking, he liked pretty things, he liked sharing things, he liked watching other cats do what they loved. He'd always said he liked flowers and flower crowns, but even that wasn't entirely true - what he liked was resting his chin on his paws and watching others make them, which flowers they picked and which they didn't and how their paws worked and which ones they found pretty. He just liked love - for friends, for lovers, for stupid little moments. Love was his hobby.
Doe turned his head to smile back at Vulturemalice, softly apologetic, then stood to pad across the rock beneath the moon shadows and sit down close beside him in front of the bat. For a long moment he just sat there beside him, their shoulders brushing, gazing out at the cool peace of the night and breathing in the damp air that smelled of the slow-moving stream and the night-time rushes. Then, letting out a purr, he hooked his paw around the younger tom's neck and forced him down so he could lie down beside on his stomach him and lay his chin across Vulturemalice's throat, looking out over the dark marshland where the last of the bats were straggling in the night sky. "Don't tell anyone I'm so horribly boring," he murmured, voice little more than a soft, intimate whisper.
There were three words in his life that he had never uttered, never even thought about saying. But after Doe had presented his morbid little gift, Vulturemalice found it hard not to say them. There had never been anyone, besides his adoptive sister Sunpetal, that had understood and accepted him like this. He knew this was just for one night, that they would have their little fantasy and forget about it in the morning, but there had never been anything so real for him in his entire life. Even though Doe claimed he had no interests, Vulturemalice could taste a lie as easily as blood. Empthy was not something that had come to the young tom easily, but with becoming a meidince cat he was able to read emotions and body langue on a level he never knew existed.
This tiny, dapple pelted, freckle-nosed tom saw him and understood and cared, and even loved him. He knew Doefreckle wanted what was best for him, he knew Doe would care for him until the end, but he knew that the black and ginger and white tom didn't know the depths of which he carved into his soul. The faint touch of his fur against his sent shivers down his spine, eyes closing slightly and a rare purr rumbling up from the depths of his narrow chest. I think you maybe you need to like being alone, Doe had said, causing a small frown to appear on his maw. "I had never minded being alone until you," he whispered, leaning into the embrace.
When Doe pressed them back to the ground, his back pressed to the damp earth and a sweet-smelling neck across his own throat, he let out another long purr, enjoying the feeling of their fur melding. "There is nothing boring about you, Doe," he whispered, matching the cadance of the dappled toms voice. "You are far from boring, you are eye-opening and life changing. You are the solar eclipse of my life, and the only one I will ever expierence." His throat bobbed as the last few words choaked him. "You're going to be my only love and my great perhaps, and I'm okay with that."
