YOU ARE THE ONLY EXCEPTION + p, savyyyyy <3

[fancypost borderwidth=0;][justify][sup]He recognised her voice, and whatever it was he'd been doing, he abandoned it to run towards her.

In his mind's eye, the vision of his clumsy baby form skittering along towards her also-childlike body with a smirk on his lips flashed forth; but it was gone in a second, and in its place, a handsome young lion. It'd still be a few months before his mane even began to grow, considering a lion's mane wasn't completed until their five year mark - but it didn't matter. His eyes held a new maturity that had come from the painful truth of reality.

Pushing back any memories of the past, the white male would reach out for her, the weight of the world crashing down on his shoulders. "Zoe, oh god, Zoe... It- it's alright, c'mon..."

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[size=7pt] Yeah, she sounded like a mess. Oh, hahaha, she sounded like a baby. She wanted to be a baby. She wanted to be cradled and hugged, and be forever warm and fuzzy, but she also wanted to feel the rush of adrenaline just came with the package of being an emotional teenager, and also wanted to love and be loved in a new, not so babyish, not so warm and fuzzy way. Or was it warm and fuzzy? Oh, god, she didn't know. Se just wanted to do the 'love' thing again. It had been good while it lasted.

She wasn't sure what drove her to stand up taller, and nit come across as a big mess when she finally heard him skidding down the hall, but she did it anyway. She met him half way, and kind of enveloped the lion in a more stable hug than before. Her face was still cushioned by his half-mane though, and her lungs filled with his warm scent. Aw. Now she was smiling like an idiot. "Savvvvvvv." She sort of sounded like a happy, purring kitty, and she supposed she was a happy, purring kitty.

#soezoe

[fancypost borderwidth=0;][justify][sup]Being an emotional teenager sucked. Especially since he was currently experiencing swings between cockiness and depression. As he was enveloped in a hug, Savingpaw sat back and folded her in a protective embrace. He wished he could go back to loving. He remembered when 'Muda'd talked about Zoe and how she was perfect, and he'd in then laughed and spoken of Strawberrycub. Where was she, now? And where was 'Muda? Had fate planned out some cruel take to push the two remaining teens together?

Savingpaw hummed gently and soothingly, resting his head atop hers and just holding her close. He was afraid that if he let her go, she'd disappear and he'd fall apart. If this was a dream, he never wanted to wake up. He offered his own throaty warble of genuine joy. "I've missed you so fuckin' much, Zo."

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[size=7pt] 'Muda. It had been love; she knew that the second she lost him and her world shattered before her, but once he came back ... It was different. They didn't have the sparkle as they'd had before. It was all dead; it was boring. She remembered the day she broke up with him. The twenty-four hours after that had been on and off tears, but she realised it was just first-love's heart break. It was the heart break from his death, replaying all over again. She'd lost that kind of love once he'd died; maybe she'd never loved him like that. Maybe they weren't meant to be together.

When that thought had crossed Zoe's mind - precisely three months ago - she'd felt the world drop on her shoulders. She'd felt guilty, and horrible, and like she'd lived her life wrong.

But she wasn't thinking it now. No; now, she was thinking that the warmth of someone covering you was overwhelming, and that there were too many butterflies in her tummy, and, funny enough - Sav smelled real good. She laughed for a few moments, not really sure why, until she realised she hadn't spoken in a while. Hm, what to say? The second sentence was always strangely awkward. "Your f.cking huge, Sav." Damn. Why was it that Vice's characters were always so unbearably small?

#soezoe

*gasp* the infamous Zoe? Must track

[fancypost borderwidth=0;][justify][sup]Zoe was lucky. She'd experienced some form of affection, no matter how short the duration of that affection had been. Savingpaw, despite being the bigger, the bolder of the two twins, had been forced to love from afar and watch as everybody he loved found somebody else- or died. One of the two. Strawberrycub had died. Cat had disappeared, though not before falling in love with someone else, apparently. Castiel had found someone, too. Zoe? Zoe was there, right before him. He didn't know what to think, so he didn't. Maybe the two could recover from the sadness and move on together. Just forget the past and go explore the Regime, and its members. Perhaps Savingpaw was meant to be thinking something else, something more selfish, but he began to think of how easily Zoe'd charm someone else. She'd gotten 'Muda. She'd enchanted Sav. Others had seen her as beautiful, too. She'd have no issues.

Then there was him. He didn't mean to be so pessimistic, but he was a loud, obnoxious, selfish, greedy, offensive, intelligence-lacking brute with very little to win these people over. They were all so serious and glum, including the children, not like the Democracy. They were... Lifeless. And Sav couldn't continue when surrounded by the walking dead.

"I 'ad a growth spurt," the white lion mumbled, nodding his head. "an' it looks like ya didn't." he snickered then, though good naturedly. It was just so good to see someone familiar, who hadn't changed. Inhaling, he pulled away, and then showed her his wrists. The scars were still there, though healed. "Look, yer magic from all them moons ago worked."

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[size=7pt] what the frick omygosh bv they're having a fricking moment frick off frick,.,,,

See, it wasn't that easy. When Zoe was a kid, she had been perfect, and small, and a little adventurer. She had been a sweetheart. That had been her prime. You'd have to grow up with the lioness to understand her gifts, and her burdens. And, believe it or not, only a very small part of Zoe was a gift. She'd turned sour, unlike Sav, who'd been able to maintain his oh-so-wonderfulness, and only had a soft spot in her heart for some cats, Sav being one of them. Unless she happened to meet a dark prince - and the regime seemed to be lacking in them - then she was not going to be doing any charming any time soon. And the truth was, she sort of already had a not-so-dark-prince that she was betting on.

Sav? Well, he was perfection. He was the perfect mix of happiness and charm, and Zoe got butterflies when ever he was around. She'd spend a long time feeling guilty over it, but the one train fo thought in her head right now was; 'F.ck it.'

Releasing a couple of quiet laughs, she stood back on her all fours, smiling like an idiot. It was only when he showed her his wrist that it faded. Her eyes slowly lost their light and her face when flat. Laying a paw on the scarred forearm, she took a moment, before sucking in a breath. She lifting her paw, palm out, and muttered, "That wasn't magic," A small spark flashed across her palm, and then a tiny flame lit up over her paw pad. She grinned, slipping into a quieter hall. "This is."
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_{haha you wish ima stalk you guys forever}

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[size=7pt] silent bump ouo
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