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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2015 1:50:11 GMT -5
Gilbert had only left Demeter's den minutes ago, when he felt the exhaustion. Because it had been so long since he had gotten a full blown memory crammed into his head, he was ill-prepared. Normally, getting a single memory transferred to his mind, wasn't enough to make him feel as lethargic as he was. However, he wasn't use to it anymore, with as many precautions that Gilbert now took, with the added weight of the horrible memory and that memory bringing his own negative memories to the forefront of his mind; Gilbert's steps were already losing momentum and speed. Gilbert knew he wasn't going to make it back to his den before passing out.
The black and rust tom's eyes drooped as he searched the area. He had wound up in the center of the junkyard, and decided the trunk of the car was the most private area of the center. Gilbert managed to stumble his way to it, and after some effort rolled into the trunk. The lid didn't close all the way, but was hopeful that with it being night already, most the jellicles would be in their own dens sleeping and he'd largely be undisturbed. He also fell asleep in the back corner, curled up with a smile on his face. After his time with the golden-black calico, Gilbert was content in the knowledge that for once, in a very long time, he was going to get a good night's sleep.
A couple hours passed by. During those hours Gilbert began to sweat, as well as toss and turn. It was restless, and before long whimpers began to fall from his mouth. His body was shaking while he 'slept', barely in a dream state as he hovered the line of consciousness. He still clung to sleep however, even when his fur bristled out in fright and he screamed,"Macavity!"
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Post by Cayran on Mar 10, 2015 21:25:27 GMT -5
August couldn’t sleep. He rarely had such a problem, but his mind was racing and he couldn’t seem to shut down. One would think that a tom that primarily saw “black” his whole life wouldn’t have a problem sleeping, but those who thought that didn’t understand that there were colors - there were colors and pictures that gave him thoughts and ideas, and those thoughts and ideas rarely let his mind settle.
So, for that reason, August sat out amongst the stars, basking in the silence of night.
Nevertheless, the cream colored tom was aware that Gilbert was in the trunk next to him. He could hear him breathing, and he could smell the sweat coming from his body. He hadn’t left because Gilbert’s presence didn’t bother him, nor did he believe the tom would ever know that August was there. He had planned to be long gone before the other tom woke up; however, as an hour passed and then another, August became more and more aware of the other cat’s subconscious struggle.
He wasn’t going to wake him though…he knew better. Even though August grew nervous just listening to Gilbert’s whimpers and heavy breathing, waking someone from a bad dream usually made matters worse. It wasn’t until the other tom cried out that he felt the need to get involved, and August moved from his place against the side of the car to the trunk.
”No, its’ August,” he said, hoping to lighten the situation just in case Gilbert had startled himself awake. Tilting his head, August rapped his fingers across the trunk in order to get a visual of Gilbert’s outline, and with a sigh, he reached in and lightly shook the other tom’s shoulder.
”Gilbert?”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2015 21:54:25 GMT -5
Gilbert could still remember the ginger tom's eyes so clearly. After getting hit, cowering against the wall, everything was still fresh. His subconscious was still traumatized by the memory of Demeter's. More so then he had let Demeter believe. But he had always been good at pretending. And she being his first friend, Gilbert wanted to be strong, for her. But as much as he felt the fear, Demeter's fear, from Macavity...the form in his nightmare soon changed. As his restless sleep continued, a tear leaked out of the corner of his left eye at the new form.
Despite being under, lost to his sleepless memories, her memories, his instincts were still honed. Years of avoiding physical contact and years of looking out for any sort of physical contact, it had almost become second nature to him. Gilbert subconsciously felt the paw on his shoulder, lightly shaking him, and he was able to shake it off and back further against the corner of the trunk. As much as it had allowed him, away from the contact. Unfortunately at the same time, in his sleep, Ny'mm was there standing before, back in the rundown hovel that he was raised in. Beer stains in the carpet, and the foul smile across his father's features were enough to make him shiver in fright, even as an older teen. Though, Gilbert was nearing the young adult age.
It was when Ny lunged at him in rage that forced him back into the waking world. Afraid, he nearly screamed in terror. But he was so overcome with emotions, that his voice was low and hoarse. "Don't Ny,...please. I'll-" Gilbert was able to cut himself off when reality sunk into view. He was still panting harshly as he stared at his would-be assailant. He squinted his eyes,"August?" His voice was so soft, it came out in almost a squeak. Self-hugging himself, Gilbert sunk back down, and held himself in the corner. "Didn't...know. That you were sleeping in here." If he hadn't been overwhelmed with his recent encounter with Demeter, he may have noticed that the trunk was occupied.
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Post by Cayran on Mar 11, 2015 10:50:07 GMT -5
August flinched as Gilbert startled himself awake, and the blind tom withdrew his hand, bringing it to rest against the head of the trunk.
”I wasn’t sleeping here. Actually… I couldn’t sleep so I came out here to enjoy the silence. I heard you. I didn’t want to wake you, but you were talking in your sleep, so I figured I would. Sorry…” The cream colored tom smiled apologetically at the other, red eyes dipping down. The slight movement of his head caused a few of his longer dreads to fall past his shoulders, though none were long enough for him to consider a bother.
”If you want to try to go back to sleep, I’ll leave you alone. If not, I’ll be glad to sit up with you if you need company.” August was curious as to what caused telepath such horrid dreams. It was obvious that it had to do with Macavity, but was it an actual bad dream, or visions? He was curious as to know how such a gift worked, but he didn’t want to be rude. In other words, he didn’t want to pry, especially if Gilbert wasn’t willing to share.
Regardless, he felt bad for the other tom. The sound brought about by their voices allowed him to briefly see the outline of the tom now curled in the corner of the trunk, but he wasn’t sure how to comfort him. Kittens were one thing…grown toms were another.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2015 20:42:36 GMT -5
Gilbert had still felt slightly disorientated. But at least he hadn't completely lost his sense of self. The contact hadn't been that long. Slowly, his breathing finally evened out, as his head came up and his eyes narrowed in August direction. Had he? Gilbert carefully sidestepped that issue. Even if he had been talking in his sleep, without a direct question, he had the liberty of pretending that it didn't happen.
"No." Gilbert spoke shortly. He didn't wish to go back to sleep, nor did he think he could. "I couldn't sleep after...that." Gilbert spoke quickly in amendment. Gilbert was still curled in the corner, but more so because the trunk felt like a 'trap'. He tilted his head to the side, and thought it over. "...Company...sounds alright." Gilbert slightly cringed at how pathetic he was sure to have sounded.
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Post by Cayran on Mar 12, 2015 9:57:57 GMT -5
August smiled at Gilbert - a sweet and beaming smile. The more he thought about it, the more August realized that he wanted a bit of company too. He might not know Gilbert well, but this was all the more reason to acquaint himself with the mystic.
"Okay, I won't leave then,"he said softly, his smile never leaving. August tapped the hood of the trunk again, and quickly turned his neck to better inspect the interior of the trunk before the pulses faded. He could easily fit alongside Gilbert, but all in all, it would be rather cramped.
"Do you want me to come in there with you, or..." August paused, chewing on his lower lip. He motioned quickly to the open area of the junkyard, hinting towards Gilbert coming out of his hiding place. He definitely didn't want to force the other tom out - he'd would get in if it was preferred, but he had figured that a little fresh air would do Gilbert good. More so than remaining in a stuffy old car trunk. A trunk that smelled like Tugger and the sweat of a queen he didn't recognize.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2015 22:34:52 GMT -5
((Oh Tugger, you naughty boy.))
Gilbert was still uncertain about the whole friend thing. He'd gone his whole life (until last night) without a single friend. Especially the fresh image of Ny'mm still in his mind. His father always put him in a foul and unpredictable mood. His ears were slanted down, but he didn't need to be told a second time. He moved quickly, yet cautiously out of the trunk of the car, breathing in deeply.
He had stumbled a few steps away from August, but it was best that way. His ice-blue eyes studied August intently before his licked at his dry lips. And what felt so uncomfortable? Gilbert's paws touched at his head and down his neck to his shoulders. Sweat. Most likely from his nightmare. He began to lick his paw and clean himself, all the while keeping precautions to avoid further contact. "So what were you doing around here? If not sleeping."
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Post by Cayran on Mar 15, 2015 22:14:53 GMT -5
(( I know, right? ))
August nearly attempted to help Gilbert out of the trunk; however, he quickly decided against it. He knew how Gilbert was - the tom didn't liked to be touched. He quickly brought his arm back to him, rubbing his thumb against the pad of the other hand out of nervous habit. He didn't know why he was nervous. The only explanation he could come up with was that he didn't know Gilbert all that well. In fact, he didn't know many of the cats in the yard' that well. Some avoided him...
"Fresh air does me good when I can't sleep. Helps settle the brain," August smirked and tapped a finger against his skull. "I think a lot, and often, it keeps me awake." The cream tom shrugged. August snapped his fingers against his side, looking towards the ground so that he could map out where to step. He didn't like asking for help, and didn't expect to get it from a tom that avoided physical contact, so make sound was his only option. Finding the step down he had been previously sitting on, August lowered himself onto it, using his hands as support and stability.
"What were you doing sleeping in the trunk?" Red eyes blinked curiously in the general direction of Gilbert. "Surely it wasn't your first choice..."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2015 10:37:41 GMT -5
Gilbert stiffened slightly at the mention of Rum Tum Tugger. He himself had never run into the tom, but given his reputation, the blonde leopard was a 'hands on' character. Gilbert actively worked to avoid him. Besides, the tom was in a different social structure, and it'd be pointless to get involved with a tom like that.
The Rust and Black mane had fallen into his eyes when he nodded at August, more on autopilot then anything else. Though he did pipe up with his two cents, as a mere afterthought. "Maybe you over-think things." His arms naturally folded across his chest, though it was a bit of a self-hug as well.
His off putting defenses couldn't be erased overnight, and he was certain August at least heard his hesitancy and awkwardness in the tone of his voice. He didn't want to not talk with August, he was just not comfortable or knew really what to say. He usually didn't do idle conversation. His ears flattened against his head at August's next words.
"I guess...I passed out." He looked away and bit his lip. He felt the comforted feel of the gloves over his paws, but there was so much those gloves didn't cover. He didn't like to talk about his gifts. And this was so close to that. Figuring that August might ask why he passed out, Gilbert decided to go ahead and tell that much.
"One of the downsides of my...gift." Still, gift was not the right word, but he didn't want to sound too bitter over it. There was nothing he could do about it anyway. This was something he'd live with until he died.
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Post by Cayran on Apr 9, 2015 15:24:39 GMT -5
"I probably do," August agreed, nodding his head. "But I've heard that many blind cats have vivid thoughts. If we can't see, we might as well think." The cream tom shrugged, and the dreads across his shoulders shifted with the motion. His "sonar sense" allowed him the ability to pick up on the outlines of his surroundings, but color and consistency was foreign to him.
Tilting his head towards Gilbert, his eyes squinted. "Did you touch someone then? Or did they touch you?" August had heard rumors that that was how Gilbert's gift worked. He had never been a witness to it, but the source was a reliable one and August assumed it was true.
"Does it always make you pass out?" He could only imagine that being in the head of another was a taxing task. He didn't ever want to do it. His own personal thoughts were enough to keep him going - he didn't want anyone else's.
"Sorry for all of the questions...just curious." August smiled bashfully, chin tucking towards his chest.
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