DARLING I'M A NIGHTMARE, THAT'S IT

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  • 𝔻𝕆𝕃ℂ𝔼


    After the drama of the past few weeks, Dolce was happy to have found a small piece of quiet within the pyramid. It wasn't much, but even a moment's rest did wonders for the roiling emotions in her mind. Or maybe it wasn't really rest. Maybe it gave her time to vent to herself about the frustrations of those around her, which were aplenty as of late.


    She still had no idea where her mother had gone off too, and she was stuck enjoying the wondrous presence of her father's newest baby mama, along with all of said babies. She couldn't help but sneer at the thought of them, more roaming children for her father to fawn over since apparently Saran had finally graced him with the ability to have children out of love. And what did that make her? Just a political contribution? It was all fucked. And hell if Dolce was going to pander to those other kids at any point in time.


    The catsune huddled in her corner, wings ruffled in clear agitation though not leaving their rigid posture on her back. It occurred to her that it wouldn't be so bad to release the tension in her muscles, since no one was paying particularly close attention. She released the posture of her wings, letting them droop to the sides and stretch a bit to reveal the third wing hidden beneath. "Guess it ain't so bad as long as everyone's leavin' me alone."


    EDEN ARCANIUM

    CHALLENGING YOUR GOD -- YOU'VE MADE SOME ILLEGAL ARGUMENTS 

    -Leonidas-Arcanium / catsune / 8 moons

    penned by axion

  • Well unfortunately for Eden, she was naieve. She understood, of course, Cinnamon's plight: just another Arcanium child. Just another name to hold a large family name whose influence was nothing more than a title. Being an Arcanium didn't mean anything other than you just had to assume everyone was your family. And if everyone was your family, you weren't special. The only thing about Eden that stood her apart from her many, many half-siblings, was the fact that she was a Crowned Princess, that she had a higher honor, in some sort of political way, than the rest of them. But, then again, she had eight other siblings. She wasn't that different. But she was coddled. After the death of her sister, Primerys, of which Eden hadn't come fully to the realization that she was even dead, her father, the people around her, tucked her under a wing and kept her there, from the hidden darkness of the world; of the darkness that came from elsewhere. From her visions. From her nightmares. From the things that she was never supposed to see. The things people failed to protect her from.


    Easy bait for someone to vent their frustrations on, she supposed, not that she ever thought of herself as someone's personal punching bag. Aside from Angeldust, of whom Eden had a heavy dislike for due to her overbearing and personal-space-intruding nature, she got along quite swimmingly with everyone else. Robin, too, was someone she respected, in a sort of 'aunt'-ly way, though Eden refrained from calling her as such in front of her mother, who never really seemed to have liked the fact. And, all things considering that her father and Robin had children, to the limited knowledge of Eden's mind, she supposed she could understand that fact. And though she wasn't close to many of her true blood siblings, or to many of her half siblings, or even her adopted siblings, other than Levi, so long as they stayed away from Levi, she tried to keep her overbearing thoughts out of her mind. They were still family, after all.


    So, out came tumbling Eden from inside the solar pyramid, her small wings pressed to her sides as she carefully clung to a bouquet of flowers in her jaws, her eyes criss-crossing slightly in front of her to make sure that she wasn't damaging the stems within her careful grasp, so focused on her own task that she didn't heard the softly muttered words of Cinnamon Dolce, one of her dear half-siblings. It was only when she finally came a little closer and noticed the girl standing there did a small grin find its way to her lips as she moved closer and settled the bouquet at her feet. "Hi! Want a flower?" With her ever growing knowledge of the herbal life, she had been careful not to pick anything of any actual medical use, but instead pretty wildflowers or other stems that would make good decoration pieces.

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    THAT'S WHY THEY CALL YOU SEER - YOU SEE MORE THAN MOST

    Oh, - but darling, - I do not wish to see.

    Eden Arcanium Crowned Princess of SunClan 5 months Penned by Quill

  • 𝔻𝕆𝕃ℂ𝔼


    There was nothing in the world that Dolce wanted less than a flower in that moment, except maybe the presence of the crowned princess herself. Such sweet naiveté which enveloped the kindness with which Eden extended the flower. More than an olive branch, it was the extension of a loving gift to one who could never be assumed to need a peace offering in the first place. Eden’s aura held all the trust of a child with no expectation of enemies.

    And it was this unfortunate aspect of her dearest sister’s personality that would give Dolce the easiest target she’d ever laid eyes upon. It was a cruel type of laziness, to hit the lowest hanging branch and send it tumbling to the dirt. But then again it was only natural to go after the easy prey; no one else was intruding her space in such a nonchalant manner.

    Not that Dolce necessarily looked at the situation from such a perspective. She saw her anger as entirely justified, and those who would provoke her must have done so under their own sick enjoyment for her melancholy. Obviously anyone who would bother her, especially the damned Saran spawn, only had antagonistic intentions despite their youth and framed innocence.

    Dolce slammed her wings back to her sides at the approach of Eden, covering the sickly wing and sending a sharp rose glare to the child. "No, I really don't. I have allergies. Do you just want me to get sick?"


    CHALLENGING YOUR GOD -- YOU'VE MADE SOME ILLEGAL ARGUMENTS 

    -Leonidas-Arcanium / catsune / 8 moons

    penned by axion

  • Eden only caught a glance of Cinnamon's third wing, but she didn't think much of it- Arcaniums were winged, some more so than others, such as her father. If she happened to bear that trait, then, well, it didn't seem out of the ordinary to Eden. Then again, she didn't really question a lot of things that she probably should have in the first place. A smile still lingered on her face as she watched Cinnamon, who she rightly didn 't assume to be angry. Why would she be, anyway? The Sun was back, the war was quiet-er than it had been in a while, they had a festival going on; things were finally nice for once. But, Eden was wrong. Very wrong, it seemed, for Cinnamon's sudden snap of her wings made her twitch, her eyes going wide at the glare sent her way. The words the accompanied the glare, sharp and uncaring, made her ears flatten back as she retreated another few steps, dragging her carefully arranged bouquet backwards with her, and scattering some of the stems.


    "N-no..." she stammered uneasily at first, finding herself unable to meet the other girl's gaze. "I-i didn't know... I didn't think... you were I'm.. I'm sorry," she would offer, her voice slowly dying by the time it reached the end of her words. Guilt had since flooded her chest, her ears pinned back and her gaze dropped, submissive in all manners to her angry sister. It seemed Eden had little luck with her siblings. They were either not around a lot- or at least didn't have a lot of time to spend with Eden- they didn't like her, or they were older, and as such, over-protective. That, or she was immensely jealous of a few of them, and wanted nothing to do with them- much like Cinnamon, she supposed, though this was anger, not jealousy. Cinnamon cared nothing for her, and she made that rather quickly known. "I just... though you would've looked pretty with one," she added meekly. It had been a gift, and nothing more. Any malice had been unintentional, but her reaction was still somewhat of a shock.

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    THAT'S WHY THEY CALL YOU SEER - YOU SEE MORE THAN MOST

    Oh, - but darling, - I do not wish to see.

    Eden Arcanium Crowned Princess of SunClan 5 months Penned by Quill

  • *:・゚✦ GARETH

    —— the golden boy | tags & information *:・゚✦

    Gareth was, well, he was jealous of Eden. That was true enough, but he wasn't angry at her. It wasn't Eden's fault that she happened to be the cream of the crop. That admittedly he would always feel as if Suga loved her, and her full siblings, more even if it wasn't true. Because why wouldn't Suga? There was his children, beautiful and from the woman he loved, and then the children who had been a mistake, unwanted and unknown. However, did he blame Suga? No, no he didn't. He would never blame others for feelings he knew were not true, but that he still felt. Unlike his sister, Dolce, he'd keep those feelings bottled up. He'd remind himself that the jealousy and the anger and the violent thoughts were stupid. That he was too stupid to feel such terrible things.


    The hybrid had been watching some ants crawl all over a dropped piece of meat. Don't ask him why, he wouldn't really be able to tell you beyond he'd just got distracted. The trance had been broken as he heard his sisters usual snarl followed by some poor little voice apologizing. His muzzle wrinkled, eyes narrowing. Groaning he stood up, jaw rigid as he began padding toward where his sister was. He was, well, he was pissed off. Something that was pretty rare, but damnit he hated bullies. Just before he was close enough to be noticed by Eden and Dolce his expression softened. The tight frown changed to a loose smile, though hard around the edges, showing that he was unhappy. "Hi," he said after Eden finished speaking, noting her last remark. "I think Dolce is pretty enough without a flower," he paused, then added, "now me on the other hand, jeez, I need all the help I can get!" He snorted, looking between the two.


  • 𝔻𝕆𝕃ℂ𝔼


    Dolce sent a significantly less hostile glance to her brother, giving a huff. "Right, I don't want some nasty plant in my fur." She wouldn't hold any ill will towards him, but his own form of kindness wouldn't be enough to keep her frustration at bay. In some twisted sense it only made her even more unhappy with Eden, putting the contrast of her brother showing genuine sincerity to what Dolce thought of as Eden's faux sweetness. Her glare returned to Eden full-force.


    "Oh but of course you didn't care to think of that." Dolce rolled her eyes, volatile sarcasm hanging in her words like caustic missiles. Though the misunderstanding on Eden's part was clear, Dolce wouldn't let it cloud her presumptions of the girl. No portion of her heart would allow her to react to the guilt her sister bore, the actions which screamed apology with every tick. This precious child knew only what her own status had elected her, and Dolce hated her sister's perceived purity most of all. The one born of love lived surrounded by it, never having to worry that her mother had run off and died somewhere. Never having to wonder if her parent's love had meant anything at all.


    The absolute malice that tainted Dolce's gaze held no sympathy for the crowned princess. Her wings ruffled with anger, but kept held against her body. "Obviously the perfect princess wouldn't give a shit about anyone else. 'Long as you look good, right?" The golden flaked pattern of her pelt flickered against the light as she took a step forward, her expression crinkled into a sneer. "Why don't you give your pity gift to someone who'll play along with your ridiculous innocent shtick? Obviously everyone else here loves to pretend to care about half the stupid shit you do."


    Another step forward, her anger bubbling to the surface and spilling from her lips like an illness. She had no experience, no progress in retaining her rage, or even keeping it static. It only proliferated in a viral manner, the intensity of its ability to morph at will comparable only to the most unstable of RNA forms. She raised a paw to swat what remained of the plants in front of her with a nonsensical fury, sending them flying away in broken petals. "You can put those on the headstone of everyone's love for you for when your mom finally disappears and you finally get forgotten." Her words were such a clear projection of her own insecurities that even Dolce had trouble understanding if she was talking to Eden or herself, but the confusion only intensified the snarl that bared her fangs in disgust.

    CHALLENGING YOUR GOD -- YOU'VE MADE SOME ILLEGAL ARGUMENTS 

    -Leonidas-Arcanium / catsune / 8 moons

    penned by axion

  • As Garteh approached, Eden offered a meek attempt at some sort of smile as she gave him a nod; she didn't want to make him mad, either, and so was swift to agree with what he had to say. Sure, sure, of course Cinnamon was beautiful enough to not need a flower, but Eden had only been trying to be nice to her siblings. His attempt at a joke made her smile flicker a little more genuine for a moment, but it was quick to fade again as Cinnamon spoke up again about her 'nasty' plants- Eden liked the plants, her mother had taught her about them, as had some of her siblings, so it wasn't very kind to hear that Dolce thought it was a disgusting hobby.


    But she held her tongue, only able to sit there with her ears pinned back as she took the verbal abuse, flincing at Dolce's roll of her eyes and the sarcasm that dripped from her voice, talking to her like she was talking to a baby. Or even worse than that, like she didn't even care about her at all. "I said I was sorry," she offered quietly, her paws shifting and tapping on the ground as she tried to control her anxiety, which manfiested itself into a more rigirous bout of fidgeting like her usual self. Dolce was right- she didn't have to worry about her parents, or about her life. Her parents were alive, and happy, and though the war was a bad thing, Eden kenw that they would be okay- they had to be. But Eden was her family too, and she respected Robin like family, but... It didn't matter.


    Eden swallowed harshly to keep the tears from falling from her eyes as she bowed her head, keeping her gaze low. Obviously the perfect princess wouldn't give a shit about anyone else. 'Long as you look good, right? Her breath hitched as a tear escaped from her eyes, her wings slowly fluttering at her sides until they slowly drooped, making their way around her sides and across her chest like a protective blanket, pressing into her body for some form of comfort, feeling panic beginning to rise in her chest as Dolce began to move closer, invading into her personal space; too close, too close; even with her gaze down she could see the crackling lightning of dancing across her beautiful face. "That's not true," she whispered, but her breaths were growing quicker against the threat of her tears.


    Her gifts weren't for pity. She didn't prented to be anything that she wasn't- it was done from the kindness of her heart, and shse had never had anyone reject it before, and especially not like this. This... this stung. It hit wounds deep within Eden that she didn't even know she had, hit on her deepest fears of being nothing more than 'just another Arcanium child'. Not being cared about. No one caring about her. She was becoming deathly aware of each sound of her own breath and Docle's, of each echo of a pawpad around her as her senses began to overload themselves, and as Dolce took another step forward, a paw lifting to strike the flowers below her, Eden skittered back, her gaze lifting with a look of teary-eyed horror on her face as the carefully gathered blooms scattered, petals breaking and flying across the steps.


    Eden watched, quietly, as the brightly colored petals that rose up into the air gently floated back down, brushing against the ground before they were shifted again by the movement of her own paws. Broken. They were broken. It was... such a stark image. All of her careful flowers; the things that reminded her of her mother, of her family, destroyed in one, quick action. Her gaze turned back to Dolce, her heartbeat thundering in her ears, her wings tight around herself to where she could scarecly breathe, but it kept her under control. Fear had washed over her. Fear, and sorrow, and frustration, but no words were voiced, no retaliation, only the flood of tears falling down her face as she stared at her sibling. Or, well, she supposed Dolce had made it distincly clear that they were not to be siblings at all.


    You can put those on the headstone of everyone's love for you for when your mom finally disappears and you finally get forgotten. A sob overcame her at the words, the truth of her own deepest fears put directly into the air, as a bad, ugly thought. Her parents could leave. And if they did, who would care for her anymore? They would forget her. She'd be nothing. She wouldn't have a family. She'd just be the freak that Angel thought she was. She would be a freak in her own eyes, because she was one. She was a freak. No one loved her. They just had to because of her parents, right? And if they were gone, then what? What would she do without her mother? Without her father? Without Levi? What if something happened to them? Just like her broken flowers. She took in a gasp of air, her chest suddenly aching, and she only dully realized that she had been holding her breath the whole time, the tears flooding her eyes.

    "You're a monster," she would whisper, her voice as broken as her heart, breathless and airy, almost struggling to get the words out before a sob overcame her and frozen in her spot, unable to get her shaking paws to move, she struggled a few steps back before she shrunk to the ground amongst her scattered petals, before burying her face into her wings to hide herself away to sob as pathetically as she felt. Maybe Dolce would just... go away.

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    THAT'S WHY THEY CALL YOU SEER - YOU SEE MORE THAN MOST

    Oh, - but darling, - I do not wish to see.

    Eden Arcanium Crowned Princess of SunClan 5 months Penned by Quill

  • I'M WATCHING YOU BREATHING FOR THE LAST TIME

    Bareilles Illuvatar / SunClan Warden / Male [♂] / tags 

    *:・゚✦ He didn't appear to be the most friendly tom in the world at the moment, what with the slightly crazed glint in his eyes. Though that may have partially been due to the fact that he'd heard every word of what was said because of his super senses, however he'd not been lucky enough to get there before Dolce's spiteful, jealous words had sunken into the precious little flower's mind and she'd had time to actually think it through. He was here now though, fur backwards-brushed as was becoming the usual, a sharp glint on his features and a nasty snarl curling at his lips.


    His heavy pawsteps caused pebbles to scatter at the rumble, neck lowered so that he was in an almost stalking position as he approached. He'd straighten his stature however when he'd step over her, covering her little body with his own massive one, gigantic wings fluttering slightly as the tailless brute stared down at Dolce. He'd not heard Gareth show any anger towards Eden, which is why he wasn't directing his own distaste at the tom. More so he was grateful that he'd at least tried to defuse the situation, although it hadn't worked which is one of the reasons he was so miffed.


    The harsh words that had been spit out of Dolce's mouth like venom had severely pissed him off, he didn't care if she was being a jealous, bratty little cow she had no right to treat Eden like that, not even if they were both his nieces. "What are you doing?" The warden's harsh, commanding voice rumbled from deep within his chest, his dislike for the winged feline causing his lips to curl even as he talked, showing off overly large, alabaster canines.


    "Hey, back off! She said she was sorry for Helios' sake, you should respect that." He spat, looking her up and down with obvious distaste. Not that he could say anything, he'd recently murdered someone. His green eye would briefly flash an unnerving, hollow black as a silver light travelled along the crystal attached to his chest, though he'd shake it off with an exasperated huff. "The things you just said were uncalled for and I don't give a flying fuck if you're jealous because daddy doesn't love you, do not take it out on her. Got that?" Admittedly he could have worded the sentence better, his own anger causing it to travel out of his mouth like he was taunting them.



    "Speech."

  • *:・゚✦ GARETH

    —— the golden boy | tags & information *:・゚✦

    Gareth was about to go after Eden, as she probably needed someone to talk to. Everyone did, after all, but when an older male approached only to yell at his sister, well, Garth got distracted. "Step off asshole!" He shouted, not caring that he had cursed, though later on he'd probably scold himself for it. "Don't yell at my sister you... You... Asshole!" It was one thing for Dolce, young and obviously needing love, to be pissy toward someone. It was another for a grown ass man to tell a child that her father didn't love her. And only to top it off it was as if the older male was suggesting that Suga also didn't love Garth, as he was in the same boat as Dolce. Shaking with anger, as he was young and emotional, with frustrated tears forming in his eyes he'd jumped in front of his sister, fur standing on end. "Stupid jerk!" His chest was puffed out, and he made sure to keep his eyes locked on the older male's to show that he wasn't scared.


    "Go away, go away!" Gareth yelled again.


  • corroding iron eyes — dented titanium demise

    leviathan never was one to be a peacekeeper, tending to simply focus on choosing a side to fight and the reason behind it. yet, he knew he had to be the "bigger" clanmate in this sort of situation, ironic enough since he was probably one of the shortest creatures in sunclan. the obsidian male was stepping towards the scene when all the commotion had begun to distract him from his blacksmith works, the iron room where most of the weapons were held and fixed. he had barely managed to catch most of the words that were thrown out into the public air due to the slamming of a hammer onto the blazing red blade of a sword yet when the voices began to pick up, his work began to slow down and guessing clanmates were butting heads. which was odd since the dark prince was usually the one caught in such tensions and fights. so, leviathan halted his progress and stalked out with the scent of smoky fire lacing his muscular figure.


    as he reached the scene, his piercing stormy gray eyes narrowed and he snapped "hey! quit the fucking yelling or i'll do it for you." the demanding voice was sharp and full of warning, clearly not in the mood for any argument or backtalk to his order as the lean broad-shouldered goldenblood went to halt in between the two opposing groups. eden with bareilles versus cinnamon and gareth. his half-lidded hardened glare snapped to the ground to the fallen petals as leviathan sucked in a small breath before exhaling, sparks of fire coming out due his frustration with all the damn shouting. "what the hell is the meaning of this?" leviathan flatly questioned as he glanced towards both groups. he noticed eden's fallen state and tensed up, wondering what had caused her to shield herself from her own clanmates. it caused his heart to twist and want to demand who had hurt his younger sibling but this was basically a family fued since everyone here was related to each other and he needed to keep an open mind about this.

    BOY WITH THE BLOOD STAINED SLEEVES, HE'S BEEN SEEKING A DEAD DREAM

    DIGGING THROUGH THE GRAVES BUT THE STORM BREWING INSIDE REMAINS

    leviathan arcanium / information / nine months / flame regent of sunclan / penned by cheeters

  • ★ ★ ★ Zephyr did not know what was happening and what he should do. The sickly catsune would stare at the clanmates that had gathered and let out a slightly distressed whimper, torn between defending his littermates and telling Dolce that what she had said was wrong.. Then again, what would Zephyr know, he had spent his entire life in the medical den.


    He'd flinch when Gareth yelled and would slowly back up, feeling a burning in his eyes as his vision blurred, he was crying. What could Zephyr do, he could do nothing! He'd freeze and stare as somebody else came up, somebody that Zephyr did not know..but he seemed to know what to do, could he settle this argument?


    Zephyr thought that his parents loved him, Suga loved him and his littermates, right?


    "P-Please stop.."

    HE LEFT A LIFE BEHIND

    *:・゚✦ THAT'S A BEAUTIFUL THING

    YOU'RE A BEAUTIFUL THING *:・゚✦

    — seven months | kitsune/cat | sunclan | child | suga arcanium x robin leonidas

  • The Arcanium children were all acting insecure about how many children their father pumped out? Huh. Angeldust wasn't quite sure whether they were expecting that or not, the royals usually were very tame with one another, the only rivalry that the kitsune could actually think of being the one that used to exist between Levi and his brother Fall. But that was at least a month ago now, and Ang had never actually seen the children fight again. Angeldust understood though. They understood what it was like to be just another kid, just another Praelium. It wasn't even limited to just one parent, Ang was rather jealous that the children had at least one parent that had time for their children. Both Bill and Finn had children that rose to the hundreds. Angeldust had over a hundred siblings. Maybe that was why they fought only ever minimally, because what was the point anymore?  


    Something else that startled the kitsune, was Gareth's sudden outburst of anger. Gareth. The kid who had not long ago burst out into tears and apologised profusely when he slipped in mud. How had this sweet child joined in on the shouting match? Was the jealously of parental affections just that strong?


    Approaching behind Levi, the kitsune stopped beside the bobtail as they frowned at the scene in front of them. Everybody was so loud. Eden appeared to be bearing the brunt of the shouting, and Ang wasn't sure how to feel. In fact, they didn't feel anything. Angeldust couldn't care less that Eden was being shouted at for trying to offer flowers to her sister out of love. The princess was paid no attention apart from a fleeting glance from Ang, the kitsune's expression somewhere between disgust and annoyance at the mere sight of the princess. Turning away a concerned look was painted onto the Sunclanner's face once more. "I think everybody needs to use their inside voices and apologise for shouting. More shouting won't solve anything." Explaining themselves with a calmer tone than practically everybody here, Angeldust glanced only towards the children but was inferring Levi as well. Nobody should be shouting. "Or should I go get Suga to sort this out?"




    I'M CHANGING

    I WANT TO BE YOUR LAST LOVE 

    played by cougar

  • Everyone was yelling, everyone was yelling! Why wouldn't they just shut up! Just, shut up! Shut up! The words screamed in her head, her sobs aching at her chest as people came and gathered at the scene, yelling at each other, making it worse, making it all so loud and frustrating and confusing! This wasn't helping, this wasn't helping! She couldn't breathe- why couldn't she breathe? Their voices were blurring together, but they were angry. All of them were so angry at each other. In her state of sensory overload, there was only a small trickle of thought that broke through the chaos around her: this was just like when she had her visions. When everyone was confused and afraid and yelling at each other, afraid of her; and she had never meant for this to happen. Why did Barei have to be so mean to Dolce? Why were they all so upset? Why had she done this? Why had she offered the stupid flowers in the first place? None of this would have happened if she didn't! Her wings trembled around her, her sobs tearing at her throat and stinging at her eyes, the world a sharp whirl of sound around her, overbearing, crashing down on her like a wave, aching through every bone in her body. "STOP IT!" she would scream. Scream because it was the only way to hear her voice above everything else; because she couldn't control it. Because she was afraid, and upset, and didn't know how to calm herself down. Eden never screamed. And she didn't like it, either.


    She felt sick, dizzy, even, despite her hunched position on the ground, and the usually comforting press of her wings that was doing nothing for her now. She couldn't even hear Levi's voice; didn't see his presence, nor did she want to leave her little cocoon that she had made for herself, as much as every limb in her body was telling her to run, to find a tiny, quiet corner, and sit there for the rest of the night, for the rest of the day if she had to; with no one. No one around her. No one touching her. No one breathing near her. Silence; silence that didn't send each voice like an electric shock up her back. All of this. All of this because she had tried to offer a gift. Because she was trying to be nice to her siblings. "LEVI!" she begged, unaware that Levi was standing right in front of her, trying to control the situation. But he would know what to do. He would get them to go away. She knew more people had joined the commotion, but she didn't even know who. She didn't hear them. She didn't hear any of them. Please, please, the thoughts rang through her head, trying to find the silence to calm herself down. To convince herself to move. But the damage had already been done. She shoved herself to her paws, stumbling over her wings and over her own limbs, then a few of the flowers, crushed beneath her paws; to stagger down the staircase, but not to find Levi. To find herself a tiny corner and hide. The Rose Gardens, maybe. She might even dare the sands of the beaches of Litore. It didn't matter where. But she just had to get away.

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    THAT'S WHY THEY CALL YOU SEER - YOU SEE MORE THAN MOST

    Oh, - but darling, - I do not wish to see.

    Eden Arcanium Crowned Princess of SunClan 5 months Penned by Quill

  • *:・゚✦ GARETH

    —— the golden boy | tags & information *:・゚✦

    Gareth has tensed considerably during the whole debacle, and as Levi approached as stern as usual it didn't really help. However he didn't want to push things further, really he'd only started yelling to defend his sister's honor, and backed down. He was about to apologize when Zeph appeared, making his ears flatten against his head. Gareth was so stupid. He was so, so stupid. Why did he have to yell and even curse? He was so stupid. "I'm sorry," he blubbered, the tears finally breaking through. Why did he have to be such an idiot? He lowered his eyes to the ground, back bending into a sad little arch. Why couldn't he be smart? A little too loudly he sniffed, attempting prevent his nose from running. "I didn't mean to." Something had just burst. Insinuating his father didn't love him, insulting his sister, yelling at her, it had made him want to scream.


    Gareth glanced up at Angel as they appeared, nodding his head. Another tear filled apology, but as soon as Angel threatened to tell Suga he could only sob. He didn't want Suga to hate him. Suga would hate him for yelling at his daughter, wouldn't he? And his sister who had started this, he Garth didn't want her to get in trouble when it was so obvious how much she wanted Suga's affection. "Please don-" he was cut off by Eden yelling, startling him to the point where he jumped. A fresh batch of tears began, sniffling becoming more frequent.