Inner Demons and some random dude over there [PRIVATE]

Wendigo · Jul 31st 2014

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[size=14px]It had been blistering hot all day. Like, cook-an-egg-on-the-sidewalk hot. Hot enough to where every cat, dog, mouse, and pet of every other kind didn't even dare leave the shade of the fancy and fenced off trees that dotted the unusually upscale neighborhood. But luckily for the poor human companions, the heat was slowly dying off as the sun dipped low in the sky, spreading it's magenta fingers through the golden strings of flowers as they from the laburnum tree from where it stood, weeping over the neatly arranged fauna in a certain tuxedo cat's garden.

"If you're blue and you don't know where to go to, why don't you go where fashion sits? Puttin' on the ritz." While this oddly melodic voice would be full of life and bursting at the seams with joy, it just sounded kind of... normal. Of course you'd only notice the difference if you've heard it before. Hat jumped off the roof of his old kitty-playhouse and strolled through his housefolk's garden. Everything in this garden was exactly as the tuxedo tom remembered it; perfect. Absolutely perfect. Way too perfect. While Dean, his older male housefolk, had an awesome green thumb, he was also way too anal about pretty much everything. The flowers were arranged into rows according to color. The trees were trimmed and the hedges were cut into perfect cubes and orbs. There wasn't a shred of crabgrass in sight. Everything was tame. Everything was proper. It irked the crap out of Hat.

"Different types who wear a daycoat, pants with stripes and cutaway coat, perfect fits. Puttin' on the ritz." Instead of spinning around and striking a pose as per usual, Hat simply kicked a pebble out of a small rock garden around a flowering shrub he never learned the name of. At least there'd be one imperfection now. Hat sighed, then scratched at the cute little purple waistcoat one of his housefolk's pups put on him. Jesse always liked to dress him up in outfits. Luckily he'd been able to ditch the ridiculously tall tophat before he came outside, but wasn't fortunate enough to escape a pair of pink John Lennon glasses.

"Dressed up like a million-dollar trouper, tryin' hard to look like Gary Cooper-"
A rather raspy and heavily accented voice cut in with a short yet sarcastic "Super duper." A small scowl flashed across Hat's face, but was gone as quickly as it came. He just continued on. "Come, let's mix where Rockefellers walk with sticks or umbrellas in their mitts. Puttin' on the-" "Ya know somefink? I bet I can 'tink of at least twelve uzer songs be'er than tha'un, yeah?" The tuxedo tom turned towards a slab of grey fur that was literally slung over a branch of the laburnum tree. A striped tail dangled towards the ground limply. Hat stuck out his tongue and said, "You know, the song would fit better if you'd quit interrupting." The striped tail twitched, but said nothing else. Hat puffed his cowlick out of his face, straitened his tie, and continued, but this time with a large amount of forced enthusiasm as if he was trying to prove something to the slab of grey fur.

"Have you seen the well-to-do up and down park avenue on that famous thoroughfare with their noses in the air high hats and arrowed collars, white spats and lots of dollars spending every dime, for a wonderful time-" "Puttin' on the ritz!" "Dangit Argie, that doesn't come after every single verse!" "Kiss my stripes, metro!" "Make me, fathead!" "Why don'cha go jump in a lake, yeah?"

A third voice practically ripped through the two fuzzballs' argument, not only scaring Hat out of his wits, but startling the dangling raccoon so badly that it fell out of the tree. "WHY DON'T YOU BOTH GO JUMP IN A LAKE AND LET ME SLEEP IN PEACE!!" Mitzu glared at both the fallen raccoon before climbing back into her birdhouse and slamming the door.
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[c] Wendigo

--SOLA · Aug 1st 2014

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[justify]A deep breath was taken.

The noise was something that the canine could hear from a distance; a long distance counting the fact she had the ability known as super senses, making her hearing much better than it already happened to be. She just had to focus, and focus she did as she searched for someone familiar in this world full of unfamiliar faces.

She had been a border collie, yes, but the female found herself switching into a timber wolf body. She needed a change due to the fact she would be changing a lot.. such as where she was going to call home. It was depressing though. She'd be leaving Lor, and she wasn't sure if she could do that.. He came back and she left.

It wasn't too weird. Sola always seemed to pull this type of trick and despite the guilt tearing her apart, she kept walking, not taking a moment to look back where she had just come from. It was Hat that she was looking for, having been able to find when she hadn't even been close. The male was someone she hadn't seen in a while.

The lupine would come to a stop, watching them carefully with interest. The Mortem was close to breaking into tears, her eyes growing irritated from holding them back, but she continued to refuse to cry. The feeling of being sad was tiring and she needed to travel, so she had to be happy; she had to force herself to smile.

Wendigo · Aug 1st 2014

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[size=14px]Hat didn't bother to check and see if the raccoon was alright; Argie had passed out and fallen off of higher things before. And, judging by the snoring coming the flower bed that lay beneath the tree, he had passed out once more. The tom gave a soft smile in his direction, then adjusted his odd pink John Lennon glasses. His tail twitched as he looked beyond the fauna to the ugly seven-foot fence that blocked his housefolks' garden off from the world. Between the unnatural wooden blanks he could see the shadows of other animals, structures unknown to him, and even a few monsters- er, cars as they roared down the road. Hat shook his head and sighed. He'd have to stop using wildcat terms or he'd never adjust back to his old life. His scratched at the place where his bright green scarf used to be. He was hardly recognizable without it and felt quite naked despite his purple waistcoat and tie, but once Jesse saw that dirty old thing around his neck, it had to go.

He padded around the tree, humming a small tune he seemed to have made up on the spot. And, of course, this lead to him singing. But instead of his usual upbeat big-and-loud style of song, this melody was very quiet and slow, as not to further incur the wrath of a certain hummingbird again. "So many times I've felt, deep down inside myself, a certain longing for the home I used to know... That desire has been dealt, that dreadful longing melt, but now I see this place will no longer glow..." The tom hopped across an obviously fake pond, one stone at a time. He stopped in the middle and stared at the pale fish that flitted below the surface. "Somehow this place is blurred, the bell notes have slurred, between this fence the sun isn't bright... All the joy is gone, I can't see the dawn, and now I miss my old light..." Hat closed his eyes. "But after all I've done, I can't help but see, that all here is none... Looking back once more, I can't help but be, a little emptier than before... For no one as useless as I am... Is never meant for anything-" Hat had opened his eyes once more to look at the pond again, but this time saw a pair of eyes reflecting off the surface. The tom's head snapped up to the fence, where between the planks he saw their source. A wolf. Showing its teeth. Well sh1t.

Hat yelped, lost his footing in his shock, and fell right into the pond.

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[justify]Seeing him fall caused the timber wolf to stop smiling- even though it had already been somewhat forced- a concerned expression falling into place as she moved forward, although still not able to get to the tuxedo. Biting her lip lightly, the lupine found herself letting out a sigh. "Hat? Hat, it's me!" Of course, she didn't expect those words to mean anything or work any wonders, but still she spoke up before she could even bother to take the time to think.

"Oh daemons, it's Sola!" The former Elitist still referred to the daemons despite not having even liked them that much when she was supposed to. People worshipped them too much; thought too much of the things. Perhaps they were powerful and maybe all that voodoo shit but she wasn't scared of them.. They'd just be wasting their time on her anyways, right? Yeah.. Right.

There was a pause, an awkward silence. "Is it a bad time? I mean, i.. Did I frighten you.. Too much?" It was quite obvious she had frightened him but hopefully she didn't give him a heart attack.

Wendigo · Aug 1st 2014

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[size=14px]A pair of long, slender ears poked out of the pond. They twitched once, then were followed by a pair of bright pink circular glasses and an equally pink nose. A few bubbles broiled around Hat's nose until he realized that talking underwater didn't quite work and pushed the rest of his head out of the water. "Sola? As in, "I puma pants" Sola?"

Hat suddenly erupted from the water, sprinted across the garden at an impossible speed, and squished his face against the gap between the fence planks. "Soorah! Ith gew to see ou!" he said around his squished cheekfat. He pulled his face away from the fence so he could talk properly. "How you doin, girl?"
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--SOLA · Aug 3rd 2014

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]Sola found herself rather amused by the sight, ears angling forward as she took the time to listen to her fellow, former Elitist. How was she doing? There was a pause after the question as she thought, because in truth, she had no idea how she was doing, although she was going to assume it wasn't the short answer of good.

Tail slowly beginning to wag back and forth, she found herself giving a shrug of her shoulders, a lopsided grin on her face. "I'm.. fine, I guess. It could be better, but how're you doing, Hat?" The female had never been one to simply hide her emotions but here she was, quickly moving on to asking the tuxedo how he was, instead of dwelling on how she was.

It was then that she found her chocolate gaze sweeping over the area, one brow quirked as she inspected the place. "So, this is where you've been hiding out, huh?" A light laugh escaped her lips as she spoke, turning her eyes back towards her friend, tail beginning to pick up speed with her sudden burst of excitement. It was surprising.

Wendigo · Aug 3rd 2014

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[size=14px]Hat smugly adjusted his circular glasses, then said "Of course it could be better. After all, I wasn't there!" Though he tried not to show it, he somehow knew Sola was a little off. And even though Hat desperately wanted to know where she'd been, what she'd been doing, if she had seen anyone else, and what exactly had her so distanced right now... well, all those psychology learnings from the Elite would have to be put to good use. You can't just crack someone like Sola open like a nut and expect a pool of feels.

"I've been getting along fabulously-" Hat's sentence was interrupted by a small cackle from the mass of grey fur that was currently still stuck face-down butt-up in the bushes. The tuxedo tom ignored it and continued on with nothing more than an annoyed twitch of his whiskers.
"And I couldn't be happier-" The small cackle then turned into a bout of wild, hooting laughter. Hat simply talked louder in an effort to drown out the raccoon. "-living here with my old and faithful housefolk-" The raccoon's laughter was joined by a few small statements such as "Aw man, thas'rich!" and "All'e evah do is stare at tha' fence an' get stuffed in dresses!" Hat pinched the bridge of his nose, turned, then shouted, "Hey Mitzu! Argie poured his happy juice in your birdbath becaus ehe wants your feathers to fall out!" As Hat turned back, a loud and shrill scream of pure rage echoed through the yard as a blue blur descended upon the striped tush of Argie. Though what was really happening was obscured by Hat's head, judging by the sounds, it wasn't pretty.

Seemingly oblivious to what was ensuing behind him, the tuxedo tom tapped his chin with his tail. "Now, what was I- oh yes, of course! Sola, I'm not hiding out here. Quite the contrary, my cat/puma/wolf friend!" Hat trotted backwards a few pawsteps, wriggled his hindquarters, then jumped on top of a nearby decorative rock. From there he was able to sloppily clamber his way up to the top of the fence. He elegantly trotted across the top until he reached a small section quite near Sola that really didn't look any different from the other sections. Hat then proceeded to drape himself over the inside of the fence, butt in the air and tail waving slightly from excitement. His meaty paws fumbled with some sort of metal thing for a few seconds, then suddenly the entire section swung outward, revealing not only a gate but the twoleg garden in its entirety. "This is the place I was looking for when I stumbled into the Elite! This is the place where Arosa's adopted mum dropped me off! Where I was raised and taught everything I know! This is my home!" Hat stood up on the fence triumphantly, though it was a little hard considering he was struggling to stand in the first place.
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--SOLA · Aug 3rd 2014

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[justify]It was simply amazing how effective Hat's personality could be, for she was beginning to feel better than she had moments ago, although it was obvious by the somewhat unsure look on her face that she was not one-hundred-percent. "Yeah, Hat, you weren't there." She had to laugh a bit to keep herself from crying, although the urge to was no longer as bad as it had recently been. "But hey, as long as you've been good, I can't complain."

It was nice hearing he couldn't be happier and she could only wish that she was able to say that, because she could be happier. Much, much happier. Hearing the statements caused her to grin a bit. Getting stuffed in dresses and staring at the fence? How amusing. "Hat, how is it being stuffed in dresses? I would probably claw someone's eyes out if they pulled that with me." She couldn't help but say that because it was true. No one would stuff her in a dress.

"I haven't seen you or heard from you so therefore, I'm going to consider it to be hiding out." A laugh escaped her lips as she took a seat, looking up towards him as her fluffy tail moved to curl around her ivory colored paws.

Wendigo · Aug 3rd 2014

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[size=14px]Hat hopped off the fence and took a seat beside Sola. Or, to describe it mor accurately, he fell of the fence, landed in a bush, then pried himself from the brambles and composed himself so quickly that if you didn't know that he constantly fell off stuff on a daily basis you'd think that he had meant to do it. The tuxedo tom plucked a leaf off of his light purple waistcoat and adjusted the pink John Lennon glasses that were strapped to his head.

A small look of horror flashed behind those bright pink lenses. "I'd never claw someone's eyes out over something like that!" Upon realizing just who he was talking to, Hat coughed once and replaced his expression of horror with one that seemed just mildly concerned but nonchalant none the less. While in the Elite he was pretty much desensitized to violent talk, but out here he must have been re-sensitized to it. "I mean, all Jesse wants to do is play teaparty, and if playing Princess Purrs keeps her happy, I'll gladly do it. There's no shame in keeping your housefolks' pup happy." He didn't really want to mention that the purple waistcoat and glasses were on him because Jesse was playing fashion model not ten minutes ago and he was supposed to be the model. It had only stopped when Jesse realized that the accordion pants weren't going to fit him and had to go buy another pair. The judge, Mr. Doodlepants the teddy bear, had demanded to see accordion pants.

"Well, maybe you're the one hiding out. I haven't even gotten a letter!" Hat tugged a stick out of the sleeve of his undershirt and tossed it aside. "So where've you been hiding?"

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--SOLA · Aug 3rd 2014

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[justify]Her gaze followed him as he fell, eyes widening momentarily as she parted her jaws to let out a low, worried yelp without even realizing. "You should be more careful, Mr. Simul Stamus." That was all she could say in that moment as she found herself laughing, placing one white paw on her stomach before placing it back on the ground beside the other one.

"Well, that's because you look good, Hat. I would look absolutely horrid in something like what you're wearing right now." She would offer the tom a sweet smile; the same one she offered all her friends. It was nice.. how Hat would be up for doing that because honestly, Sola wouldn't be, as she had just made pretty clear.

"A letter. I can't write, but.." There was another grin but when he asked where she'd been hiding? She became serious. "I've been all over the place. Right now I'm in The Order and WindClan, although mostly WindClan.. I had been hiding out in the Tribe of Rushing Water with Lor just recently too."

Wendigo · Aug 4th 2014

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[size=14px]"And you should be more lady-like, Ms. Valerius." Hat stuck his tongue out in a playful manner. "And besides, careful is my middle name! Well, it might be. I don't know what my mother actually named me." Hat tugged at the strap holding his circular glasses on his head. These things just insisted on slipping. "Well, of course you'd look terrible in this. Light purple just doesn't go well with grey! Not to mention my cream undershirt, which would look dreadful with your eyes! I'd recommend a much harsher palette, such as red, violet, or an array of heavy blues. White and black (not cream and soot) would also work well for a stark 'monochromatic' style." Hat lifted up his glasses a bit and squinted up at Sola. "I definitely recommend violet. Maybe even an earthly green. But not together, of course, that would just look plain silly," said the cat in a light purple shirt and bright pink glasses who was waiting to be outfitted with accordion pants.

"Windclan? You mean that clan I always make fart jokes about? Oh my gosh, If the moor had an earthquake, it'd be breaking windclan!" Hat giggled at his own bad joke. "If animal control found you and pulled out their sleep-guns, they'd be shooting the breeze! Hey Sola, if the leader ever makes a butt chuckle, does she have to issue a royal pardon?" Hat held up a paw, though it was a bit shaky from his barely restrained laughter. "One more, one more! What clan is the best at peeling paint? Shadowclan, because it constantly breaks Windclan!" Hat wiped an imaginary tear off his face before he continued.

"But enough about Wooferclan and their barking spiders. You mean Lor as in Loran, right? Oh goodness, that sweetie was just getting so big last time I saw her! How is she doing? I bet she's going fine, considering that- wait wait wait... The Order? Sola, I know you're a Mortem, but cults are not something you should be dabbling into. It never ends well for anyone."
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--SOLA · Aug 4th 2014

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[justify]Loran? "Oh, no.. Loran's actually in The Order. By Lor, I'm referring to Lorem Ipsum." The female found herself getting all deflated as she mentioned his name but she didn't allow it to get to her as she forced herself to shake off the sudden down feeling, wishing she hadn't even brought up her mate. The timber wolf was an awful wife for just leaving, but she had no idea what to say to him, because when she had said goodbye to everyone last time they had hated her.

"It's not a cult, Hat." That brightened her spirit a bit. "It's a group that Kal started; there are a bunch of former Elitists there." Thinking of The Elite also sort of began to dampen her mood and she found her grin disappearing into a light, barely noticeable frown that seemed plastered to her face as she lowered her brown gaze down towards where her tuxedo friend was seated beside her. He was always so happy. How?

His WindClan jokes got her to giggle a bit and so did his fashion. "Oh, so those colors would look good with my coat color? I see." The female found herself taking those notes and placing them in the back of her mind for any future parties or something of the sort. Maybe for even painting, like she had always had done on her fur with an array of berries. Now she had colors to look out for because they'd work well with her, huh?

Wendigo · Aug 5th 2014

[align=center][color=lightgreen]"Wait..." Didn't Lorem die from a fox attack a looooong time ago? Hat clearly look confused by this, but decided not to probe further because Sola just looked so down whenever she mentioned him. So instead of asking, he just gave her large paw a few reassuring pats. Now he just needed a closing statement for that topic so they don't have to go back to it. Yeah. One that wouldn't relate to his death at all. "Well, he always was quite the foxy fellow!" Damn it.

But now it was Hat's turn to get all down in the dumps whenever Sola mentioned... her. Except that whenever Hat looked sad, he just didn't look sad; he looked completely obliterated. Maybe that was because everyone expected him to smile all the time. "Oh," he finally managed. "That must be... uh... pretty great. Good luck with that."

Hat took a deep breath, then shed his sadness like an old coat. All that remained was a slight tumor in his otherwise flawlessly joyful smile. "Well, obviously. And lucky for you, your legs are just long enough to wear poofy sleeves with! But take my advice, long legs usually don't look too good if you wear something with baggy sleeves that only covers half of them. Go all the way or go sleeveless, otherwise you might end up looking like a potato with toothpicks stuck in it."

--SOLA · Aug 5th 2014

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[justify]Foxy fellow? Sola smiled, despite the reminder of Lor's death. "Nice job, Hat." The timber wolf couldn't get all sad when it was Hat talking about it though, because c'mon it was Hat. "Why did you say wait? and don't lie, I can handle it." A brow was quirked as she spoke, questioning the tuxedo beside her. What was he gonna say? Honestly, now she was just curious.

It was seeing Hat sad that caused her to bite her lip lightly, going to embrace her friend in a hug as she took in a deep breath. "Aw, Hatty," she'd murmur gently, tail beginning to wag back and forth as she spoke. It was when he suddenly became happy again that she found herself sort of surprised, nodding her head a couple times in response.

"You have some good fashion advice."

Wendigo · Aug 7th 2014

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HOLY LATENESS
SORRY ABOUT THAT WAIT

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Nevermind bear hugs, this was a wolf hug! Though it was a little weird since Sola was about ten times Hat's size (even though he was pretty tall for a housecat), Hat hugged back. It suddenly became much easier to maintain his smile. Well, that proves it; hugs make everything better. "Sorry about that, I've just got a bit of baggage there." Hat sniffed. This wasn't a normal I've-been-crying-and-now-I'm-snorting-back-my-snot sniffle, but a genuine, arrogant, over-the-top, 'I'm so done with that shizzle' sniff. "I'd make sure she doesn't wander too far, or you might not ever see her again," he said with a little more venom that he actually meant to say it with.

Hat's ears flicked forwards, as if he could've avoided hearing the question that way. But he heard it, and any question worth asking was a question worth answering, as he used to say. Or didn't used to say. Meh, his fortune-cookie speak didn't usually come up in a normal conversation. "Oh, um... I thought ol' Lorem was... er... pushing up daisies, ya know? But then again, the Lorem Ipsum I knew died right after I joined, so I might just be thinking of some other dude." Hat suddenly gasped. "Unless he's a zombie! It makes sense since you've never really interacted with the living too well." Hat gave Sola a playful nudge to let her know that he was joking. "Wait, aren't you a zombie too? It's all so clear now!"

His smiled faded after a minute or two and was replaced by his rare serious-yet-concerned look. "Jokes aside, something's eating at you, and I'm going to skip all the mind tricks and get to the point; what's wrong, Sola?"

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--SOLA · Aug 7th 2014

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ic Hearing Hat talk about Kal in such a way caused the lupine's ears to flatten back as she drew in a deep breath. "I'll keep an eye on her, Hat." Except, so far, she was doing a rather bad job at that; she hadn't seen the female for quite a while and it was beginning to worry, although Kal had disappeared before. It was something she couldn't not expect. A lot of people seemed to be doing that lately, after all.

Daisies. "It's the only Lorem Ipsum there is. He, um, came back.. He's an Australian Shepherd named Deo now, but I can't help but still refer to him as Lor." Deo was a name she just couldn't get to stick because that wasn't how she knew him. She had known him as Lorem, and therefore would always, always consider him Lorem.

Hearing Hat become suddenly serious made her bite her lip lightly.

"What's wrong, Sola?"

No one really asked her that anymore. They just saw that happy expression that she forced upon her face. They didn't see the few moments where she just looked absolutely broken; everyone missed that. They wouldn't have back in The Elite, but they did now, and it just caused her to look even more lost than she had.

"I, um.." It was already that she could tell she would begin stuttering once she started speaking in sentences, mostly because she felt as if she couldn't. She didn't even know what to say or where to begin or anything like that so she found herself sort of shrugging before opening her mouth. "Well, uh, I moved to WindClan.. yeah.. and he still lives in the Tribe and well,"

There was another pause as she drew in a breath.

"We broke up."

Normally it wouldn't bother her so much or maybe not at all but this was Lorem they were talking about; her first love. Her first mate; her first husband, but now that all seemed to not matter. They weren't together anymore and as she was silent, a sad smile came across her face as she tried her best not to break. "Long distance relationships don't really work.. y'know?"

She didn't even know.
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Wendigo · Aug 7th 2014

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Pff, you know Hat is gonna keep calling her Sola one way or another. If he calls you something once, he's gonna keep calling you that until the end of time, be it 'Moose', 'Sparklebritches', or 'Sola'.

.:IC:.

Love was tricky. That was one way to put it. Hat had settled many disputes in his time, but disputes over love couldn't just be 'settled'. No. "Sola..." Hat began. Honestly, there wasn't a right way to handle something like this. Then again, if there's no right way, then there's no wrong way either. "I hate to correct you, but love can't be long distance since love can't be distanced in the first place. Miles mean nothing to those who love each other." Hat offered a faint smile. "But the fear of separation and illusion of change will always eat away at love. And when you beat at something like that enough, it'll break. It happens sometimes. You just lost your faith, not your love, so keep your chin up."
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--SOLA · Aug 7th 2014

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[fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]"Miles mean nothing to those who love each other."

It was Hat's words that didn't dampen her mood or make her feel better- well, she felt a bit better, but at the same time she couldn't help but question herself. Canines would dig into her lower lip gently as she gave a shrug of her shoulders, moving her brown gaze down towards her ivory paws as she drew in a deep breath.

"We couldn't have loved each other enough, then."

That was the message she got, but of course her mind pretty much took everything the tuxedo said and twisted it to make it worse. Her head just did that. For the reason, she did not know, but she found herself constantly being tortured by herself as she came up with things that weren't even remotely true. "Distance broke us apart.. somehow."
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Wendigo · Aug 8th 2014

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[size=14px]"Nope."

Hat answered that as if it was a wrong action taken by a trainee, not a serious moral question posed by a close friend. "Sola, you're overthinking this." The tuxedo tom tapped his noggin to get his point across more clearly. "You can break it up, you can separate it, you can split it, you can heat it up, you can cool it down... You can do tons of stuff to love. Or your relationship. Whatever. But you know that corny saying 'Love never dies.'? Well, it doesn't. But that doesn't mean it can't change. I mean, even after you break up, you're still something, right? You and Lorem... Well, you've both turned from butterflies into cocoons. You might be more Plutonic, but that doesn't mean you don't love him anymore. It's just a different kind of love. I mean, you don't appear to hate his guts." Hat gave a rather sheepish smile. " Distance didn't do crap, so don't shift the blame. You just grew apart. I don't know exactly why you broke up, but I'm thinking that your time away or the act of going away allowed you two to discover deeper sides of yourselves, so now you guys just aren't used to each other anymore. The only thing to do is try a little harder, whether it be on moving on or rekindling what you had. Like I said before, you just lost faith. Not love. Love doesn't die, it just changes."
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--SOLA · Aug 8th 2014

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[fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]Love never dies.

It was finally- finally- that her mind stopped twisting the words into something so much different. It was now that she could actually hear what Hat was saying and the only thing she could really do was give a nod of her head, allowing a small sigh to escape from in between her lips. "Yeah, I.. I don't hate his guts," she'd murmur.

It was such a weird thought, although there was something else she began to blame; something else she hadn't thought of before, but now that she really did think about it, she couldn't help but believe it was a factor in them being not used to each other anymore.

Time.

It was time; that was what she was beginning to believe. He had been dead for so long, and now that he was back? Her feelings for him, she supposed, could have been different this entire time. What if she had just been so happy that he came back that she simply thought of it to be that kind of love.

The kind of love where you confess it and then get married. Happy ever after.

Maybe she just loved him as a friend, and maybe she just did right now. Maybe they had been too apart to become that close so quickly. Perhaps her happiness just blinded her of these facts. Well, now she was not that happy, so it wasn't hard to realize.

"T-Thanks, Hat.."
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