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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: COLOR; line-height: 100%; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]ic; A cool breeze blew through Roxy's fur and scarf, strong enough to ruffle her apparel but not to blow it off. Stepping out into a clearing, she sighed and wrapped it more tightly around her neck from habit. It was evening, so the air was sticky and humid, but quickly growing colder. Lalonde could just see the sun peeking out from above the horizon, casting orange and red light across the leaves and trees. It really was picturesque.


    "Appreciate the little things, Lalonde," the feline mumbled, laying down in the grass. Times like these were nice; she could slow down and not think about how desperately she wanted to break her sober streak, or how her mother-daughter issues were never resolved before she died, or, how instead of dealing with these issues, she would make shitty and sexual puns. Roxy Lalonde could stare at the sunset and feel sorta fucking normal and as cliché as she wanted to.


    "Gotta get up and see this shit sooner, like, in the A.M."[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify]It was ten time easier to veil your desolation than to actually deal with it. Jasper knew, for one. To confront the situation was an awfully scary thing he did not blame anyone for dodging. Hell, he practically has all his life! The ashen assistant deputy valued those who could so effortlessly pretend, or at least try to seem like all is well-- an individual for instance being the early-rising deputy.


    With massive jaws agape, he rose from his chambers too to see the morning. No amount of yawns could keep him down and away from the sunrise. The way dawn painted the sky with rosy finger tips and careless streaking, man; you could say he admired the spontaneity of nature, but that was an understatement. Arriving up beside her, though, he did not settle for the silence of the morning. Instead, he cleared his throat with a soft expression laced across his usually adamant and concrete maw. His fierce amber eyes peered down at her like a delicacy-- not to be eaten, but fragile and whimsical. The Council Member said not more than a small greeting to Roxy whom he wished not to disturb in these early hours, "Mind if I join you?" He'd have called her something (ma'am, dear, perhaps german terminology) but could not be bothered to be affectionate. Although his body was reacting toward her, magnetizing even, his cold breathe was unaffected as usual. Having his entirety (body, head, heart) in unison was arguably an incredible feat.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: COLOR; line-height: 100%; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]ic; Admittedly, Jasper's quiet murmur startled her, and Roxy swung her head around to take a good look at the other feline. Unnecessary adrenaline pumped its way through her veins and arteries, and her breath accelerated. It was sort of funny how that worked. Even in peaceful situations, her body and mind didn't take a chance to see whether the 'intruder' was a threat or not.


    Lalonde sighed, lifting a paw up to her nose to help hide her surprise. "Uh, sure, yeah! Yeah, I don't mind," she answered absently with a slight, lopsided smile. "I, uh, sorry. It's early, uh, I'm sorta half asleep, heh." Was she making this awkward? God damnit. Roxy sighed, shifting her attention back towards the sky, taking in its colors silently. She herself preferred bright pinks and dark blues to the orange-red hue, but it certainly had aesthetic value. This was enjoyable still, despite the awkward air she imagined was between them. It was hard not to regret her isolation being utterly destroyed when Jasper came forward. Shit- don't be a fuckin' weirdo, Lalonde. He probably just... wants to talk? Or see the view? It's a hella nice view-


    And at that point she realized she was staring at Jasper while she thought, having turned her head away from the sun at one point. Shit, this was not going very well. Silently, she prayed to someone above that a third person would swoop in and save her from her social ineptitude, because this was a train wreck waiting to happen. Or maybe it already did? She took a conscious effort to make sure none of her thoughts crossed her jaws, as her constant muttering and freudian slips had cost her before.


    "So! Uh, um. Nice view, right?"[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify]He noticed everything-- the catch in her breathe, the tense air that erupted with her words, his words, the whole shabang of their introduction. He took note of it all and aimed to remedy it, or perhaps just her nerves, as soon as he could. After getting to know her this past month, Jasper could make a pretty strong argument that her defenses were too high for her own good. The poor femme seemed to be be struggling with some sort of issues of trust, things he would not dare ask about but wanted to know. Maybe in good time, eh? If she'd allow.


    His plume of a tail rose behind him and went to gently tap her shoulder, push it down a bit as if to say relax. There was no need for her rambles or apologies-- what was a sorry if it wasn't wholehearted, anyway? Jasper didn't want her to be any less comfortable than she was minutes before his arrival.


    Sure, the view was grand. He did not come to watch it rise or to see the sun lay out its agenda and begin its day, no, that as not it at all. Seeing her awake was more interesting to him than any natural palette of colors his eyes would ever come across. Roxy.. well, she sparked something in him that he wanted to root out and decipher. The femme made him hate the world a little less with her comical relief.


    Wrinkling his nose when she finally came to surface about her staring, he quickly tried to pull her back to his gaze, "Oh, yes, uh, a very nice view." He wasn't one to hesitate or stammer very often, but her reluctance was rubbing off on him. The ebony tom perked up and recollected his thoughts, wondering what he could say to have her looking at him again. He liked her glance in his peripheral vision-- call it oddly soothing.


    "I can assure you it's all a lot nicer on water, perle." He didn't mean to let the german tongue slip just then, but the nickname had escaped his teeth just as soon as he realized what he had done. Perhaps she wouldn't care? Jasper couldn't imagine her getting fussed over such a thing.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: COLOR; line-height: 100%; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]ic; When Jasper's tail tickled her shoulder, Roxy exhaled and did as she was silently told, relaxing her tense shoulders. Her body fell like the tide; she hadn't realized all of her muscles were wound up, not just her back. It did feel nice. But a piece of her was screaming he's touching me holy shit and her momentary tranquility was split in two when she grinned in response.


    Despite her inner panic, she supposed she was glad that the gem-wearing healer was still there. Jasper seemed more effective at calming her down than Ryan was, actually. She could tell anything to the ex-leader, and he'd help her deal with it effectively, but Jasper's approach was slightly different. She could even just appear nervous, no words needed, and he would dive in with hugs and touching and- Huh...I don't actually mind all that.


    She was so caught up in her own thoughts that his words were lost in static, except for the snippet of German at the end, caught if only because she couldn't understand what he said. God, his voice was nice. Smooth, connected, articulate. Her own was brutish in comparison, with her sharp, loud swears and high-pitched giggle. Part of her wanted him to just speak in German so she could soak in the sound. Wait... shit, I've got to respond, do something, holy fuck you're a giant train wreck, god damnit- Lalonde offered a quiet nod and opened her mouth to respond to the half-sentence she heard, but thought better of it. She shuffled closer to Jasper and leaned against him. He'd done this to her before, so certainly it wasn't wrong, right? It was a different situation, though... ugh, this was confusing. One piece of Roxy's mind shouted at her to abandon ship, this was too fast- but no, wait, this was fine, you're Roxy Lalonde, just do it- or, or maybe this was just a hallucination too, she should slap herself to check if she were dreaming-


    Just- just see how he reacts, Roxy decided, shooting him a glance that said 'I hope you don't mind?'


    [aaagh i'm so sorry this is late! i've been really busy and that drains my muse so much][/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify]Seeing as how, thus far, he made most of the 'first moves', it was a definite satisfaction that arose in his throat when she happened to press against him. It was undoubtedly a surprise, yes, but one he could jump back from effortlessly. At first the wide-set shoulders of the Council Member tensed, his entirety rigid to the unfamiliarity of her gestures. But after a few moments, he allowed her to melt into him, a physical letting down his guard, "Oh," Was all he could manage, but it probably was enough. All he wanted to do was protect this damsel, and where was he now? Finding himself safe and sound in her presence, just the opposite of his agenda. But he knew better than to fight this whole ordeal, and let out a small, cool breathe when he concluded these thoughts.


    Now there was a marvelous silence between them, some unspoken ritual in which they watched the greatest art of the day be painted, just before their eyes. Before now it had little meaning to the herbalist, but he was finding sense in it all.


    Everything the god-tier did was adorable in his eyes. Her cuss filled slip-ups, her frustrations and confusions, her tell-all looks that, really, gave him life: it all.. made her, her. He returned the expression, his eyes softening from their usually sharp, adamant hold, to a half-closed and euphoric reciprocation. Cool, good, great. This was turning out well.


    Upon her glittering pelt and eyes he spoke, spontaneously and absentmindedly, "Du bist mein sonnenlicht.." He spoke innately in german and, in clan life, spared everyone the troubles by speaking their common language. Often, when his native tongue slipped, it meant his feelings were so genuine and authentic he couldn't possibly put it the impulse into english. If she asked.. he would tell. But he hardly even noticed he spoke, let alone it being in german.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: COLOR; line-height: 100%; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]ic; If serendipitously granted access into Jasper's inner workings and thoughts, to see how he wanted to protect her, Roxy would reassure him that he was. Oh, god. Her nerves and her guard never had been this low. With Ryan, she could say anything, but it was tense, practiced, anxious. Leaning against Jasper felt smoother, like she didn't have to think about what she was going to say next, or how he would react. She could just be, exist peacefully without the burden of worrying about what was going to happen next.


    Lalonde grinned into his shoulder at his breathless 'oh,' scooting even a little bit closer now that she knew he didn't mind. Now her torso rubbed up against his. After making the first move, being bold wasn't very difficult now. And to think that Jasper used to strike her as the type of person to be stiff and unwilling to laugh. Now, resting with him in blissful silence, it was easy to discredit those previous assumptions. He definitely was strong and sturdy and nice to lean on.


    At his German slip-up, Roxy just nudged him a little more, letting the sound of his voice sweep over her. God, it was so smooth and deep and wonderful, like syrup. Sweet, too. German sounded harsh, but he made it rounded and definitely more pleasant to listen to than English. "What does that mean?" she asked quietly, trying not to disturb the silence. She did, however, look at his face with the corner of her eye, curious.[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify]This was so strange-- lovely, of course-- for him to share the silence, something he knew awfully well, with another person. It wasn't common for him to keep company voluntarily let alone for something like this. But with Roxy beside him, everything felt good. Perhaps this was a chance to be vocal and get to know her better, for them to share tongues and reel off all the good and bad of their lives, but he didn't want to cause any ripples in the stillness of their pond. Serenity in the landscape, in the moment, in her-- how could he be so thick to mess that up? Certainly not.


    As she nuzzled into him, he found himself molding with her more and more. This was her first, so to speak, cuddle. Affection did not run in the blood of the ashen male, but he was finding it awfully easy to unearth such a quality in her presence. With a tasteful sigh, essentially breathing her scent in deeply, he went to place his chin delicately upon her forehead. Yeah, this was nice.


    And with her inquiry came a startle in the ebony herbalist. This isn't to say he physically withdrew or jumped, perhaps just got a sliver tense, but he certainly did find his mind whirling after. Jasper didn't realize his native tongue slip and was quite embarrassed by it now. Had she not said anything, the Council Member would have gone without knowing it was done. Draping his plume of a tail about her, he murmured quietly as if only for her ears and not the wavering sun's, "It.. means, uh: you are my sunshine." Sheepishly now he tensed his chin and cheeks in an awkward half smile, not sure if she'd react to this at all how he imagined. She was undoubtedly his sunshine, his ray of light on his ebony fur and world. He saw everything in greyscale, but the Rogue of Void brought color to his vision, something he couldn't find a way to thank her for properly.


    Would they just sit here forever? Did he even care? If she wanted and the day allowed, he'd lay with her here. If it meant anything to her, he'd do it. There was hardly a question about it.


    Now there were topics he could bring up, he presumed, considering they were at a level of intimacy (for lack of a better word, but this was a rather private setting) where he did not fear grazing the surface of her personal life. Straying from his recent comment now, the ashen felidae spoke carefully as if tip-toeing in speech, "About.. your totems. What's going on, Sonne?" This nickname-- sun-- derived from his previous statement of sunlight, could quite possibly stick; he wasn't sure if he liked it enough, or if she would.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: COLOR; line-height: 100%; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]ic; She'd always imagined her love live would do a "fuckin' catastrophic acrobatic pirouette into the cold, shitty, scummy pool of failure." In Roxy's mind, she couldn't cuddle. She'd either drive her interest away, make a fool of herself, or (the one she most feared) have a panic attack when somebody else touched her. Just thinking about her mom for too long triggered her anxiety. Revealing herself emotionally ought to have wrecked her mind with worry. Even cuddling was sort of telling of her feelings behind her shitty mask of sexual innuendos and vodka, and hell, she was scared of that.


    Lalonde felt her insides do a little flip when he answered her question. Oh... oh. The feline sheepishly grinned. "I, damn, that's- that's- holy shit," she stammered quietly in response. Roxy drew her tail around to rest lightly on Jasper's back, feeling warm on the inside. Yes, I am definitely glad I came out here, she decided. "You're unbelievable, jeez. Makin' Roxy Lalonde all flustered, damn." When had this attraction even began? Roxy would have noticed if she were into somebody, wouldn't she? She flirted a lot, but this was different. The relationship was more personal, emotional, rather than physical.


    Laying there with him was comforting. The morning was brisk and even a little chilly and while her empty side was cold, the side pressed into Jasper was warm and comfortable. Lalonde tried to squish a little closer to escape the early fall air. She was prepared to fall into silence again with him. She'd never been able to blissfully enjoy a moment like this before, one without words. Her mother would ruin any moment she'd ever had alone with sudden, drunken cries as she stumbled home. And her friends in EclipseClan always talked, which she wasn't complaining about, but it wasn't the same. When Jasper spoke again, she listened intently, but felt a twinge of disappointment. Oh, well. There's always... next time? Can there be a next time? Damn I hope so.


    "I... my totems? ..." she was quiet for a while, face scrunched up while she formulated a response. "I... shit. Well. It's- I got one that said... um... that I'd hear voices and sorta hop aboard the fuckin' crazyville train. I mean... it's not..." she shook her head, brushing his question off tensely. "Sometimes they don't come true. So. Relying on that." Just like that, their moment was ruined. Was it her? Jasper didn't mean anything bad by his question. He wanted to help, she could see that. God... fuck, it is my fault. Fucking screw everything up.


    "Hey!" Roxy exclaimed, hoping to cover up the awkward air that had appeared. (At least, in her mind, it had. She certainly felt somewhat odd.) "Hey. So, uh. I mean..." she paused, biting her lip. "Shit. I'm working on it, the, uh, totem issue," she hesitantly muttered. Why am I talking about this I already tried to shut that route down why am I talking-


    "But it's sorta coming true." She said it quietly, as if saying it would reinforce that it might happen, that it would. "Some- some person talks to me. But I mean... shit. I don't know." The leader slowly withdrew herself from their cuddle, wiping her paw over her face. "Don't worry 'bout it, honestly. Nothin' mother-fuckin' Roxy Lalonde can't handle," she boasted. Roxy put on her best shit-eating grin, though she looked tired underneath it.


    "Hey. Forgettin' all those shitty problems for a moment. Would you- um. Wanna go... out? Like, shit, y'know. On a date. Not much shit to do here, but, uh, we could visit the volcano?" she widened her eyes a little hopefully. "It's, um, shit, totally cool if you, um, don't."
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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify]He didn't think much of his european twang, much let alone that it affected Roxy in a positive manner. He'd think it annoying, if anything at all, and tried to refrain from his german slip-ups that were doom-fully inevitable. The fact she liked it when he spoke in this way, well, he'd try to keep it up surely! Jasper could gauge from her reaction that it was a definite pattern to maintain.


    Should he have kept his intrusion at bay? Laid the inquiries to rest and give her the peace of mind he wasn't concerned, or wasn't so half-witted to ask? Great gods, he wasn't too good at this sort of thing, personal relationships and making conversation.. but it was Roxy, someone he genuinely liked, so there was no backing out of the situation just yet. The deed was done and he had to carry out the rest of the matter like a man (so to speak).


    Oh, why did she shy away! He really should have kept his prying to himself. Her warmth was too far for him to feel and his dumb question caused a great schism between their moment. He ruined it, all him, and he visibly frowned in return. But at least she was answering, right? If he couldn't comfort her physically.. maybe verbally, he could? Shit, he'd have to try.


    Grinding his teeth as he listened, the lithe feline let his tail mindlessly flick in search for hers. He'd go to lay his tail carefully over hers, so gingerly as not to disrupt her rambles (which, to be noted, he found extremely cute). After a few moments of her silence he nudged in with his own gravely voice, still rough from being awake for only a short amount of time, "Well," He inhaled upon realizing this was no one-word response, "Don't think you have to do it all alone. I'm all ears, whenever you need. But the totem-issue.. if it gets out of hand, don't be afraid.. to reach out to me.." This was an awkwardly worded offering of help, but he continued to speak, "I don't want to see you struggle, sonnenschein." Sun, sunshine, sunlight; she was all of these things to him and more.


    Taken aback (not in a bad way, rather in surprise) by her sudden change of speed, he raised his brow almost in amusement. He didn't mean to seem to mock her, but she was so extraordinarily endearing to him and he couldn't help but take in her wobbly wordings. Jasper, of course, was entirely interested in this idea. He had never partaken in such an event and wasn't even quite sure how these things went, but he was along for the ride. He knew as long as Roxy was with him, he'd learn something new every moment. The Chief was teaching him so many things and he was, even if silently, grateful for it all.


    But interestingly enough, she was asking him. Better, since if she didn't, he might not have ever gotten around to it, or at least not in a smooth way. Her remark on how it'd be 'cool' if he 'didn't' want to was humorous, too, for he couldn't imagine a scenario like that. Was it not obvious how he felt? Maybe.. he was a pretty stone-faced guy. But enough on that, for Jasper didn't want to keep her waiting much longer: smiling, wholly and pleasantly (for possibly the first time ever in years), the gem-bearing male nodded, possibly a few too many times or too slowly, and his gravelly voice found its way to the surface yet again, "A date sounds.. great. Sorry to rhyme. Would you want to go.. now?" His eyes fluttered to the vacant camp, knowing no one would really miss them if they left for a bit. They were fine on their own, surely.


    He didn't want to end the topic just yet. Her hesitation on going out (probably nothing, but he had to dissect) made him want, crave more. With a dainty twitch of his whiskers and nose, he asked with a singsong, "I don't suppose you meant.. go out.. like, actually? I'd like to see you-- date you? Sorry, I-I'm.. not good at this." A shrug knit his shoulders just then, but he relaxed them to seemingly play off the statement. Jasper did want to see her more, but not just a measly date. If he could do so frequently and feel comfortable getting to know her, making public of this all (in a sense, since he wasn't really into PDA or exclamations of love), that would be ideal. Never did the ebony male think he'd so dotingly think about the young femme, but here he was-- dumbstruck by her presence and even stumbling over his words.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: COLOR; line-height: 100%; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]ic; Uneasiness fell over Roxy as she studied Jasper's expressions, watching his tranquility melt away into concern and negativity. She was making him worried, wasn't she? Was her anxiety rubbing off on him? Or was it pushing him away? Who would want to deal with her fears? She couldn't imagine Jasper had the time of day to reassure her, and even then, Roxy was positive he wouldn't want to. She found it flattering that he stayed this long, and even asked about her problems. But there was that small voice in the back of her mind, whispering doubts and fears. How long will it last?


    "Thank you," she managed, the left corner of her lips upturned in a slight smile. That was right. She had Jasper. He sounded sincere... the least she could do was trust him that he would be there. Why wouldn't he be? All those gestures he'd given her over the past few days, those meant something, right? He's staying... look at the facts, shit, he's not going anywhere. ...At least, I hope not.


    Still, the change of topic couldn't come soon enough. Roxy studied his various expressions as he thought over her question. God, she loved the way his eyes looked when he was thinking. Focused, direct, like he were puzzling over a math problem, searching for the solution. Or the way his nose twitched so adorably.


    At his yes, Roxy beamed, doing a small fist-pump to the side. "You're serious? I mean- shit, yeah! We can go now, yeah- and... shit, you mean go steady? I mean, I wouldn't necessarily mind-" Lalonde sang in a light tease, the earlier worry erased from her thoughts. "If- if that's alright with you, though? Shit, I mean, we could just go now and see, uh, where it goes?"


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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify]She thanked him and he was still figuring out why. Were people generally standoffish toward her, or did everyone run and hide from problems nowadays? He wanted to live in a world where problems were dealt with wholly and not disregarded as often they were today.


    As she spoke more and more, he found himself being, yet again, magnetized toward her. He liked.. touching her, or holding her, or whatever he could get. He knew it brought her comfort and for him, too, it was a rather pleasant time. She made him feel more whole than he ever had in his life (for a pretty empty guy, too).


    Steady, is that what they called it? Roxy would have to teach him the terminology, but he did vaguely remember Kitty saying boyfriend-- that was what he was, right? Probably, but he'd let her familiarize him with that stuff in the future. That is to say, they worked out as a.. couple? Yeah, a couple, he thought. Jasper already could see himself being more possessive of her the more time they spent together, and the further this relationship developed.


    Bobbing his head with a light and very airy laugh, he stood up, perhaps rising to be a few inches closer to her, and from his maw a deep voice erupted yet again, "Alright with me? I'd only mention it if I was," He'd reciprocate the teasing even if it was not necessarily like him, but he wanted to uphold the mood, "Shall we?" The inquisitive smile that he brayed quickly diminished when he hobbled over to lick her cheek and scamper off, almost at a jog, for her to playfully catch up to him. Volcano, en route-- he was already too into the femme.


    (rip same)