I WAITED MY WHOLE LIFE FOR YOU // fluff

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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]Jasper felt so... warm. For the first time in nearly two centuries, he felt positively alive. He was like a schoolgirl with a crush; she was the only thing on his mind all the time. He felt his metaphorical heart skip beats when her name raced across his mind, his stomach tying in knots, his lungs in his throats. He loved her so much he forgot what it was like to hate himself. And, oh God, the very thought of being able to see her soon... it just made him utterly ecstatic.


    To pass the time that seemed to crawl by until he got to sneak out to see her, he patrolled the island. Of course, he was barely paying any attention to the world around him. She had raged war on his thoughts and won. Her gentle face, her sweet smell, the peals of bells when she laughed, the graceful way she walked. He had memorized every little thing about her -- her short fur and every time it stood up in a spike, her minuscule microexpressions, the way her face went slate when she had a vision, how her eyes darkened by a single hue each day she went without hunting, the way she scrunched up her nose when she was thinking, the feeling of her gentle lips pressed against his...


    Jasper was stopped in his tracks when that familiar scent invaded his senses. Without thinking, he flitted over to the source of the smell, not thinking that someone might see him race forward faster than a speeding bullet. He was a tad bit disappointed to not immediately spot the lithe black feline at the border, however his worries were washed away when he spotted a little folded piece of paper with his name scrawled on top of it with elegant handwriting. Curiosity getting the best of him, the tabby carefully unfolded the note, his tawny eyes skimming the letter.


    I understand that you're tired. Tired of friends that take more than they give. Tired of love that can be measured in pinches. And, mostly, tired of yourself. You stare at your reflection until you aren't sure who's looking back at you. You say your name over and over until the word tastes foreign and loses what little meaning it had. You want to unknot yourself from the place you're geographically tied to yet can't find. Your fingers trace the rivers and roads of scars on your arms and hope this body is still your own. You tell yourself to breathe. You used to hum lyrical melodies to yourself, now it's a song of inhale and exhale. In and out. In and out. People leaving your room, your arms, your life. You can't help but wonder just what the hell's wrong with you. Why you rip yourself open and why the world always comes out. You wail until depression is a creature that claws at your throat until it's raw. It's not flushed cheeks and glazed eyes. It's a finger-painting mess of snot and tears and blood. You wonder why this is something you can't fix. Something you can't make up.


    So don't. Don't fix yourself. Look at yourself in the mirror and understand that's you, baby, that's you. Say your name out loud, repeat over and over. Understand that that is who you are. That name is the embodiment of a soul so pure and good it's unbelievable. That's you. You are not inadequate. You aren't too much. You are you. You aren't the valleys and mountains of scars on your arms, the ties to places you can't find. You are goodness. You are beauty. You are the universe. You are love.


    Jasper felt his throat close. His head was swimming as he took a slow seat, afraid he would topple over. His bottom lip quivered and he carefully folded the paper back, holding it to his heart. His eyelids slid shut, a smile tugged at his shaking lips.


    For the first time in almost a century, he felt hope.


    [spoiler=tags][font=georgia]GENERAL
    jasper whitlock-hale / npc x npc / agender / he/him / 30 months physically / 172 years spiritually / blizzardclan / combatant / russet tabby / eyes change color based on hunger / heavily scarred / demipanromantic demipansexual / southern accent / based off jasper hale from twilight


    PERSONALITY
    cold / stoic / majorly empathetic / cuts off empathy / self-loathing / militaristic / polite / southern gentleman / overprotective / uncontrollable thirst / has ptsd and dpd / logical


    POWERS
    super speed / super strength / project & manipulate emotions / eye color manipulation (uncontrollable) / vampirism / super senses / venomous fangs / glows in sunlight


    INTERACTION
    extreme physically / easy mentally / highly trained / attack in bold white / no kill / pm for capture / okay to powerplay non-offensive interactions

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    Everyone has that one person in their life that lightens up their dark day. The one person that sets a match, warming the entire world for their lover. Some people may discover this specific person early in their life, or much, much later. Some meet them by chance, some by destiny, and others by pure accident. The only necessity needed for discovering this particular person is time; one must be patient for their lover. Rushing to find them may result in damaging heartbreak.


    Fresh has already found that particular person in his life. Truepaw happens to be them. Although he isn't even an adult yet, he truly loves them, with all of his heart. Truepaw has always been there for him, and in turn, he always tries to be there for them. He can't help but worry over them at times, however- with their broken leg, one is sure to worry. He wants the best for them, and hates to see them upset over something. Basically, he wants them to always be happy.


    The mutated axolotl could be seen padding over, a hop to his step as he raked his brightened gaze over the surrounding premises. He had just finished eating, so it wouldn't be wise for him to start swimming. Not only that, but he couldn't find many insects to chase. Thus, he has nothing to do, except for talking to another BlizzardClanner. Or a joiner. Whichever one he finds first.


    Upon noticing Jasper, he would halt in his steps, his curiosity piqued as he noticed the note the male held. Lately, he has been seeing a lot of notes lying around. Due to his lack of skill in reading, he was unable to identify what any of them said. With the sudden increase in random notes, he can't help but realize that he needs to learn how to read. He hasn't even tried finding a mentor for such a skill, so he decided that later he would do just that.


    Taking a few steps closer to the male, the creature would smile, his tail fin wagging as he positioned himself near Jasper. "what's that?" he would chirp, kneading his two front paws against the ground. He noticed the seemingly happy expression on the fellow male's face, and allowed his smile to grow even larger. Certainly if he is smiling, then the paper must be a good sign? Hopefully.



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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]Indeed, everyone did have someone important in their lives. One particular individual who could mean the world to them. Tama had that person. Tama had Matty. She always had. Even when he hadn't been there, physically.. She had always felt the sweet memory of him, and kept as such, close to her heart. Whilst he had been gone, and they had been apart, she had even sought to take up a little bit of piano, simply because.. playing the piano could help to bridge the contact between herself, and him, as if drawing the fragments of his songs from her memory, making them prominent in a sole, fleeting moment of euphoria, as if he had never left.. As if he was still around..


    Of course, he had returned. All the time that she had spent clinging to the hope of his return had served her well, apparently. She hadn't been willing to let go of his memory that quickly, after all, and she had been convinced that she'd someday, somehow, see him again. Her hopes had been proven to be more than empty, or false. Instead, her hopes had been kept with good reaso, and.. He really had returned, after all. Such had lifted her spirits, greatly, and now they had a family.. Everything that she could have only begun to dream of, when she had fallen in love with him, all that long ago.


    Anyhow, the servaline would approach shortly after Fresh, ashen orbs also settling on Jasper, as he clutched the note that he had found. She wasn't going to pry for what was written on the paper, but she was certainly glad to see him so contented, all the while. A soft smile illuminated her expression, and she'd draw to a halt beside Freshwater. "You look really happy, Jasper!" She'd chirp - such was stating the obvious, sure, but she was simply thrilled to see him much less somber than usual.


    TAGS 21/08/2016