I need you right now ) P - Danse

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 8pt; color: #2ee668;]Jester was curled up in the corner of his cabin. His mice friends, Corvus and Dor, had brains enough to leave him alone and were currently curled up in their homemade rooms up in the castle.


    The tiger's pelt was flickering between colors, his would be too, but they were closed at the moment. His pelt flickered slowly, the colors dulling with each new fast. Eventually, he'd be a solid white tiger if this continued. Each flash represented the surge of guilt, longing and sadness he felt at any given time. Usually, he was working towards shutting down his powers and forgetting he has them. No one knew of them yet, but the minute anyone walked in they would know. Liszt... he thought as a row of tears descended down his muzzle and dripped to the floor.

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    Danse had been out with his friends, not that he really had many, but he was out with them and, after a long day of trying to get his mind of of his mother, had decided to come home because it wasn't working. No matter what he did thoughts of his mother threw themselves back into his head, scrambling for a piece of his brain to take with them.. To make him forget. Well, it wasn't going to happen. The tiger's shoulders sagged as he dragged himself up the stairs and towards the Spire. Nosing open the door, he spotted a almost fully white tiger and wondered who it was until he realized that it was his father. He could tell by the way that he was crying.


    For a moment Danse stood at the doorway and waited, debating on whether he should leave his father be, or whether he should go over there and at least try and comfort the large Count. Finally, he thought better of it and started towards Jester, eyes filled with pain. "Hey, dad. I'm home" he meowed quietly, watching his sulking father with sad eyes.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 8pt; color: #2ee668;]Jester blinked open his eyes. Their colors revolved from every pale color of the rainbow, an endless kaleidoscope of sadness. He immediately tried to force his emotions down to gain control of his power but he only succeeded to have it flicker back to a duller shine of orange and black. It started fading almost as quickly as it appeared.


    The tiger took a deep breath and forced a smile onto his maw, a sad excuse for a smile but a smile none the less. "Kiddo." he said, his words soft and barely audible. "Lay with me..." he said, closing his eyes to keep his son from seeing the color jumble.

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    He hesitated for a moment and a half, watching his fathers rainbow eyes watch him. Danse did feel that way, but his eyes weren't changing color.. Why not? the tiger was frozen in place for a moment until his father asked him to come and lay with him, and being a good kid, Danse did what he was told, and proceeded to go and lay next to his father. He closed his eyes and breathed in deep, pressing his muzzle deep into his father's shoulder blade. He held back heavy tears, his voice quivering up and down silently within his throat. Danse sprawled out against his father, the back of his head facing Jester's elbow, as he stared up at the wall in wonder. "I wonder what mom's doing right now, dad." he asked quietly, his voice weak and frail. He, for once in his life, pretended. "I bet she's hunting solo. I bet she's going to bring us some rabbit back.. Like you always used to" he whispered, closing his eyes as he lay there against his fathers warm figure.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 8pt; color: #2ee668;]The older tiger let off a small, weak purr as his son pressed against his side. He soaked in the warmth, his eyelids flickering slightly and the color of his pelt gaining a slight saturation. His body was quivering with silent sobs, the tears dripping against the floor. That was the only sound for awhile. The steady drip, drip, drip of tears on wood.


    Danse was the first to break the silence. He could tel by his voice that he was holding back a sob. At his son's words, Jester's pelt shimmered, the orange and black just barely visible on his pelt. Memories like that forced a combination of sad and happy tears out of his eyes, an increase to before. "You can cry Danse." he breathed, turning so his head was pressed against his sons. He gave his neck and cheek a weak lick before a quite sob shook his frame again. "You remind me so much of her. I just..." he trailed off, his tongue coming out to lick the side of his sons head again.

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    The 3rd Class's eyes shut tight against his frame and his ears pressed back against his head as he cried silently. The only thing that erupted from him after a while was the slight out of wheezing and then a shaky breath as he tried to regain himself and make himself more presentable. Danse turned his head so it faced his father as he pressed his muzzle against his cheek. The tom curled closer and tighter against him as he held himself there for many moments. "I do?" he whispered lightly, pulling back with big watery eyes to watch his father. Did he really remind him of her?

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 8pt; color: #2ee668;]"Why do you think I keep you around?" he gave tiny, weak laugh that sent the colors of his fur brightening and the rotation of his eyes slowing. Danse was everything to him, now. He was before, but he had never realized it until this point. "The way you smile... how you laugh." Jester leaned forward and laid his head across his sons chest. He listened to his heart beat, his quivering body slowing until it was only a trickle of tears that wetted his sons belly fur.

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    The tiger smiled weakly and gave his father a lick across the ear. He then got to thinking about his mother. How much he missed her.. How much he couldn't get over the fact that she was finally gone.. How he would never get to smell the smell of her fur again.. Hear her voice again. He shut his eyes and stayed strong, because he knew that his father was in much more pain than him. Sure, Danse was heartbroken that his mother was dead, but he hadn't really known her all that much. At least with his father.. They were mates.. Soul-mates. "Do you know what Soul-mates means to me, dad?" he asked gently, tail flicking up onto his father's back leg gently. "It means that even when they die.. They're still together" he whispered into his ear, blinking a few times. "I think that's what you guys are.. I think you'll be together forever."

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 8pt; color: #2ee668;]"Danse..." Jester breathed, his eyes squeezing shut as a fresh wave of tears poured out and onto his son's fur. That was the nicest thing anyone had said to him. It was the most comforting thing anyone could have said to him too. Danse was shaping up to be a great tiger, a beautiful tiger. "I love you so much, kiddo." He said, a louder and more confident purr escaping his lips and vibrating his throat.


    Jester shifted himself so he was leaning over the younger tiger. He cocked his head to the side, the tears that flowed freely before now stemmed, and gave another sad smile. "You do know that, right? And don't be a kid and say dad's aren't supposed to love because I love you incredibly."

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    "I love you too, dad" he meowed quietly, lifting his chin to the sky so he could lick his father's muzzle. The dark pelted tom's smile cracked slightly but he mended it with the happy moments that crowded over the bad ones of his mom. "I'll always love you, no matter what"

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 8pt; color: #2ee668;]"Good." Jester said as he sat up and leaned back against the curved, stone wall. He would most likely have issues for the majority of his life because of Liszt's Departure, but Danse's words had hit home and he was a little more at peace. From the looks of it, his emotions had started to settle, and with it came a pelt of color. It was still more dull compared to his original pelt, but at least the oranges and blacks were visible. "Things will be changing soon. I might be away for awhile, but I just wanted you to know that I loved you."

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    Wait.. His dad was leaving for awhile? The tom backed away slightly, eyes narrowed. "What do you mean 'away for awhile?" Danse meowed, voice cracking gently. He couldn't leave.. Not now. Not after Liszt was gone. His brother had gone missing and he had nobody left, not even Citadark, his grandfather. The young tiger frowned slightly, looking up to his father with big eyes. "What do you mean leaving?" he asked quietly, tilting his head.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 8pt; color: #2ee668;]Jester looked down, closing his eyes for a brief second before looking up and offering a small smile. A smile that never reached his eyes. "There was been word of an old friend of mine down in the Loner Lands. I won't even be gone a full day, but it's dangerous..." The father's body felt weak, drained even. He was nervous, border line scared, of what would happen if he got into a conflict down in noman's land. "Just incase." He let the words hang there before standing up and shaking out his pelt.

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    "Oh, okay.." he meowed, nodding to his father. He knew that he would be safe. His dad was strong and stealthy, the perfect father in his eyes. The young tom smiled and reached forwards to lick his cheek. "Say safe, dad" he added, nodding to himself. He hoped that was enough to keep him safe.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 8pt; color: #2ee668;]"I will for you." he said, returning the lick with a one to the ear. "Now do you want that rabbit?" If they left, it would be the first time he left the Spire in three days. It would also be the first time he had eaten in two days. He could already feel his stomach starting to gnaw itself. It had probably been doing that for some time, but hadn't been in the right mind to actually feel it

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    "Yeah, sure," he nodded, closing his eyes as his dad's tongue rasped over his ear. The tiger stood on his paws and padded towards the door, leaving his dad behind. He had eaten the last day during the afternoon, but had only taken a few bites off of a rabbit. Let's just say the freshkill pile was getting rather big without him or his father eating, but still he didn't want to go there to pick something out. He wanted to pick something out on his own and catch it on his own, because it just felt better knowing that somebody he knew personally caught it: himself. The tom turned and watched his dad with a small smile, tail flicking around his leg. "C'mon, dad!" he meowed happily, although it was almost slightly mock-happiness. "Let's go hunting."

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 8pt; color: #2ee668;]Jester watched his son pad away, his mind flickering to images of him playing around the Spire, kicking down pretend towers and fighting pretend enemies. He wished his brothers bad been around longer, and the feeling of their lose pained him just as much as Liszt's. He wished he could have one more day of that life back. The days without powers, without the worry of Cusun, with Liszt, and with the three bundles of joy.


    Danse's call pulled him out of his reverie and followed quickly behind. The time was here and now, so he would deal with the here and now. "I'm coming." he said, his voice still not quite what it use to be. Danse's didn't sound any better, so Jester didn't feel quite so bad. "Go down to the battle tent."

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    "Alright," he nodded, nosing the door open again. He figured that his father would be right behind him, and so he went down by himself to the Battle Tent. Soft brown paws flopped lazily down the stairway, and a flood of emotion came over him as he came to the spot that he had finally noticed that it was really his mother that was laying their dead. The tom shut his eyes and turned his head away, choking back a rather loud sob. Danse stood in the spot that his mother had been laying and then padded out the door slowly, heading for the Battle Tent.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 8pt; color: #2ee668;]Jester made his way out of the Spire more slowly than he cared to admit. He moved like a frail elder, each paw-step careful, head held low and tail dragging. He feared if loosened his muscles he would end up collapsing into a pile of fur, bone and sobs.


    He made it to the stairs after a few precious moments of careful steps, his eyes darting around the entry room. Letting the other's see his still slightly flickering pelt and eyes wouldn't be good. Danse's frozen form was the only thing he saw, and he carefully picked his way down the stairs. He purposely looked on the other side of the room, his eyes studying the finer details of the wooden benches. "Keep moving." he said to Danse as they walked out into the sunlight. "That's all you have to do."

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    The tom nodded solemnly and looked behind him towards his father. He was going to say he was sorry, but what was the point of doing that? He would pretty much be saying sorry to himself, because Liszt was his mother. The young tiger cub huffed and turned back around, walking towards the tent. "I love you dad," he meowed again, just feeling like he should say that. It felt important to him.