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Post by sansa on Nov 10, 2014 0:24:24 GMT -5
A whimper tore its way out of her throat at Gilbert's outburst, and tears pricked at her tired eyes, which she blinked back with difficulty. She jerked toward him reflexively, ready to wrap her arms around him, shush him, calm him down like she'd done with Electra whenever she'd woken from a nightmare as a kitten. But her own shame and the knowledge of his powers held her back, and she hesitated painfully where she was, sitting on the side of her thigh with a paw stretched hopelessly toward him.
Her breath echoed in her head, pained and unsteady, as she watched him shake and shudder back to reality. Shame, and embarrassment, and fear pumped through her veins. God, what had she done? And what was she meant to do now? Comfort him, be his friend, knowing what he knew about her now? Knowing that she had betrayed the little trust they had built in their short time together? Why hadn't she just pulled away? Her shredded, bleeding heart tore more and more, and his voice only served to make it worse.
"No... Gilbert, please, no..." She crawled slowly toward him, halving the distance between them. Her paw found the blanket, and she wrapped her fingers around the fabric, pulling it toward her lap. Some small measure of comfort was found in the familiar texture. A part of her wanted to turn away, make him leave the den, so that she would not have to face her shame. Another part was still fighting off the temptation of shutting it all out. Still her weary heart pounded on, and her hazel eyes stayed steadfast on his face. "Please don't apologize, I... God, Gil, I'm so sorry..."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2014 1:05:56 GMT -5
Gilbert stared, still shell-shocked by his experience, but still trying and failing at expressing understanding at the golden calico still hunkered far away from him. He couldn't blame her. He himself was still conflicted, confused and overwhelmed. These were the only words he knew how to describe what he was currently feeling. But the moment he had spotted her crawling towards him, he had flinched. Not only did it just make his paranoia think she was going to come over and hit him. The realization, that he and Demeter had probably looked that small, ashamed, meek and upset when their abusers had gone too far.
Though, she sat back and clutched onto the blanket. As soon as she had, he visibly relaxed. As much as he could, considering the circumstances. Tiredly, he sat down hard and rested his back against the wall of Demeter's den. He was more comfortable, though he knew he was still a bit jittery with any renewed contact, even through a barrier. And he didn't know how to speak this to her, without making her feel worse then she probably already did. Taking a sharp breath in, he released it in a shaky way. Just noticing he was shivering slightly. Biting his lip he nodded, though his eyes were beginning to mist up again. "I was apologizing...for..." He shook his head. "Something I didn't do. I...I didn't.." He placed his gloved paws in front of his face. "What exactly happened? How bad did I get? And...is...is our friendship...still salvageable?" The last word was spoken just below a whisper, his fear of her answer, made him fearful of even asking her.
((Sorry it's short.))
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Post by sansa on Jan 12, 2015 16:54:40 GMT -5
((Short's always fine!))
Her breath left her completely when he flinched. Of course he wouldn't want her to come closer, how could she be so foolish? Her hollow lungs ached for air, but she could not grant them the reprieve until she saw him relax against the wall. A small part of her was comforted by the sight of him relaxing in her own den, rather than staying so tense or even running off from the anxiety of it all. Still, shame blanketed her. She was the reason he was like this. Her and her ridiculous curiosity and insecurities and loneliness. And still, she was almost glad that it had happened, glad that he might understand...
"God..." she sighed, and she drew air back into her lungs with a deep, shuddering breath. "You... Oh, Gilbert, I'm so sorry, really, I..." What happened? She knew what had happened, but could she admit it to him? "You t-" He had touched her, hadn't he? "I-" And she'd held on, long after she should have let go. She forced herself to continue on, mumbling through the words. "We touched, I-I-I don't know. You... were saying things. Things I said once, I... You mentioned N-" She stopped cold. She didn't know who 'Ny' was, but the way Gilbert had cried it out felt painfully similar to all the times Macavity's name had made her freeze in fear. It surely wasn't a name to use lightly.
Salvageable? She felt the prick of tears in her eyes at the sheer grief of such a question. "That's not... Gilbert, that's not how things work. Friendships, I mean, they're not so..." She was trying to seem calm for his sake, and for the sake of her own nerves, but her shaky voice was betraying her. "Have you never... has that never happened? In front of somebody else, at least? It's not..." How could she explain herself when she didn't even know what she was trying to say? She was shaken, incredibly so, but it was her responsibility to see to Gilbert's comfort. Wasn't it?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2015 15:20:20 GMT -5
His long fluffy tail wrapped protectively around his body as he stared at Demeter. His stare was a great many things that could be so obvious with an understanding personality. And while the biggest emotion lying in those depths was consolation; the need to comfort and reassure Demeter was fine, that they were fine...his body language gave off the impression that he wasn't. He felt this enormous amount of guilt, regret. So many emotions that were still warring inside. Crashing against the inner walls of his skull, one after another. And Gilbert was fairly sure that not all of these conflicting emotions were his, and his alone.
"I...I didn't...Did I hurt you?" He spoke trying to slip passed her apology and her telling him that he had been saying things. He didn't want to know what he had said, but he knew after the initial confusion he'd be able to process what he had seen in her mind and what he had done, just not yet. He frowned suddenly, had he already asked that question? "Sorry." He muttered once again, though the puzzled eyes conveyed just how perplexed he was at why he was apologizing once again. His round sad eyes glanced slowly up as Demeter spoke of friendship. His bottom lip quivered but he spoke quickly as he could. "I've never had any friends. I don't know how things....How it's suppose to-"
He cut his words off before making more a fool of himself. Flashes of red did constantly come in and out of focus as the waves of emotion surged within. And he found himself shivering every time the red fur came to the forefront of his memory. Macavity was a sour word on the tip of his tongue and he suddenly looked at Demeter with understanding eyes that shone with more unshed tears. He squinted his eyes on Demeter though to concentrate on the here and now, not what was still rolling around in his mind. Focusing on Demeter, he was able to interpret her last couple of questions. His body was tense as he remembered the first time he had ever experienced this type of thing.
It was just the one time, when he had still be on the streets alone and scavenging for food. But since coming to the junkyard, he took precautions to distance himself from others. He ever only got vague touches, where he'd pick up small things. Brief emotions, or thoughts. And sometimes notions, and habits. But getting lost in a full blown memory? No this had been the first time with a jellicle. His body sagged slightly, but his tail finally uncurled and laid limply on the ground. His body was a bit more open now, not even sure why Demeter could so easily slip passed his defenses and how she was able to get his trust so quickly. But he had to keep reminding himself of that. Gilbert knew how upset he would have been if he had suddenly shut down and kept her at arms length.
His voice was softer, but he spoke clearly. "Its...been awhile. I..." He cleared his throat. "My precautions usually keep it from happening. I still get the occasional brushes of touch, but not long enough to get...full memories." He didn't have the heart to say anything about Macavity, but he somehow just knew that Demeter already knew that his memory from her involved the ginger tom. There was no need to bring it back up. "The last time...something like this happened was when I ...when I was on the streets. Umm, before coming to the junkyard." He spoke no more of it, as it had been a bit traumatic for him at the time, as it was his first time and it had left him completely defenseless on the streets, for a few hours. At least he thought it had been a few hours, time had been the first thing he lost when he was trying to deal with so many memories of someone else in his head.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2015 14:54:48 GMT -5
((Hey Sansa, is there anything specific you want to happen more in this thread. If you do, is it okay if I put this thread on hold and play Gilbert elsewhere for the time being?))
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Post by sansa on Mar 5, 2015 19:22:19 GMT -5
((I don't have anything specific in mind. Just miscellaneous bonding, if anything. You can certainly play Gilbert elsewhere, or we can call it a day on this thread if you'd like!))
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2015 21:05:55 GMT -5
((Oh I don't mind continuing. I do want to see where their bonding takes them. But I'm good with just having them being fine with each others outbursts, then calling it a night. But don't think Gilbert is going to leave Demeter alone. She'll run into him again, but I think I have taken up too much of Demeter's time. XP))
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Post by sansa on Mar 6, 2015 10:36:34 GMT -5
((Yeah, alright, let's just end it here. And haha, he'd better not! They are going to be a biiiig part in each other's lives, that's for sure.))
[DEAD]
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