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Post by Honeystorm on May 31, 2019 22:14:12 GMT -5
It was a bad day for Killian. He hated himself today. Hated his high voice, his slim body, the fact that outside of BrookClan, no one understood he was a tom without him explicitly saying so. Why Cauil couldn't have just let him be born in a boy's body, he didn't know, but his dysphoria hurt today.
He wore a broken smile as he wandered the territory aimlessly, hoping to be left alone. If he didn't have to speak, if others didn't have to see him, perhaps he could minimize just how unhappy he felt, like his skin was crawling beneath his blue and tan bengal fur. Today, his blindness was a comfort, that at least he didn't have to face the image of himself that they hated, as small as that comfort was.
It seemed that only a moon ago they were on opposite sides of the line; she, tears streaming down her cheeks, and he, an unsuspecting support. She hadn't intended for her presence to act as such as she walked through BrookClan's territory, though when she caught sight of the tom, she found her heart oddly clenching in her chest. When everyone else looked at her with scorn, a mere kadet that had been thrown the world despite the fact that she didn't want it, Killian had been surprisingly understanding and compassionate. She felt that day some sort of connection had sprouted between them. The tsar didn't have many friends, but perhaps...
Often confident and sure of her words, she was shocked by what exited her mouth when she stopped in front of him: "Um."
Wow. A+ for communication, Loki.
"Hi. Killian. How are. You." The full stops in her words caused her speech to sound unnatural and robotic, but she wasn't used to expressing herself in this way.
