RED MILE — p; summer

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px;]she would stay a few more days before departing, yes, that was enough time. perhaps she would return in the near or distant future. but she couldn't promise anything, only if such a thought prompts her to do so. onwards, gretel decided that she needed to talk with summer, a 'catch up' or 'recollection' if you will. they would meet here at this exact spot where she was awaiting: that small hill she was fond of when she was here. ah, memories.


    she scrunched up the grass beneath her paws, closing her eyes as she took a breath. surely they both had many questions for one another, gretel know she did. they would surface and roll after the other once they began talking. but underneath her exterior was hesitancy, something she tried to deny but it was still there, almost prying at her. no, let's just see what she has to say. with that in mind, she placed her plume-y(?) tail over her paws and waited.

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    [size=6pt]★ trek [fancypost borderwidth=0px; border-radius: 30px; background:url(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs7…_darxsamurott-d66plxs.png); width:250px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; color: white; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black; padding:10px; margin-top: -10px;]SUMMERCONSTELLATIONS[/fancypost][/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:340px; font-family: verdana; text-align:justify][hr][sub]On the way there, Summer had to force herself to not run. She wanted to so badly, wanted to run to Gretel and hold her desperately in her arms and then never let go. You see, Summerconstellations was the embodiment of a fierce season and the stars altogether. And one would never realize just how clingy both were. The heat wave would cling with its desperate fingers into it melded into winter, creating a momentary truce, a child and babe of shimmering promise broken by hatred, before being shoved away to make room for the chill. The stars would drift closer to the earth, threatening to break through the atmosphere and crush everyone underneath in their passionate need to touch the earth they have been both cursed and gifted to dazzle by the nighttime but forgotten when their queen, the sun, o glorious being of the dark, overtook the skies. Being both of these things made her passionately dependent on things, people, and places.


    Too bad Gretel was one of them. But being bullied into submission for just under half of her life by maleficentkit, ironically now known as Winterrevenant, had created a paradox. Summer would be restrained with steel chains that scratched and chafed at her need to be heard, while a muzzle cut into her mouth to force her silence. Her golden, sparkling eyes had become the dangerous green that forests and jungles played with at night to scare the fiercest predators.


    Now, she spotted the fiery-pelted feline on the crest of the hill and paused, bad paw lifted in the air like a dog spotting its prey, but the light in Summer's eyes dimmed instead of brightened, and the smile on her lips were in love and not in hunt. For some, love faded with time and space, but Summer was different. She did not need to be near someone to love them, did not need their voice by her ear at night whispering sweet nothings into the oblivion they would both soon long for. She needed a reminder of her passion, though, and mere thoughts could do so for her.


    Picking her way forward, she'd settle her haunches beside her friend and mew, "Hi." For Summer did not believe in love anymore, not after it had been torn away from her so many times, so cruelly from her grasp as if it had never been intended for her in the first place. So why would she allow herself that now? She had children, a lover who she wasn't sure she loved, and friends surrounding her, but there was so little emotion in her body right now.



    [b]woah there muse. calm down.