I'M SORRY FOR THIS (P+Rosemont)

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    TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — She couldn't deny that she had been gone for a while. She hadn't left BlizzardClan though, she just had holed herself up in random locations and kept to herself. Now that she was slowly realizing she shouldn't block everyone out she felt terrible. She had, in a way, she had abandoned Ada and Rosemont. While she was gone she had realized something serious had happened to Rosemont. He had lost an entire limb.


    She frowned faintly as she thought about this while organizing her cottage. She couldn't believe that she hadn't been there for him. It just proved to her that she was a terrible person. She already knew she was, but this surely confirmed it. He had been there when she nearly died, and she was so swamped in depression that she didn't bother to take care of her friend. It was quite shameful.


    Ella teared up a little as she finished organizing her herbs. Rosemont was someone she held close to her heart. He was one of the few she could trust. When he needed her most though she wasn't there. It hurt her to know this. She probably would continue beating herself up over it for quite some time. She knew she should have done everything in her power to help and protect him. She knew she should have supported him. But she didn't.....that hurt worse then anything her family could have said.


    Even with this change though her heart sped up a little around him. He still had this weird way of making her day and making her feel safe. How she wasn't sure. He just had this way of making her feel better. He made her feel wanted. How he managed to become so close she wasn't sure. She knew though it was too late to go back on their friendship even if she wanted to deny it sometimes.


    Soon enough she decided to take a break and make some tea. Letting out a soft sigh, she began getting the ingredients ready to make some mint black tea.


    // Rosemont.

    ☆☆☆ Since Ella was back - which was something he was especially grateful for - he figured it would be best to catch up with her. He wasn't entirely sure how he would explain the loss of his limb, given she wasn't there when that had happened. It would be difficult to tell her of it; the memory of it still stung in his mind and it caused him mental pain, something that was easily blocked by the physical pain, but it was still there, underlying. It was traumatic to the point that he had difficulty remembering what all had happened, but he had enough of the pieces that he could tell a good enough story. The more he pondered over it, the more his thoughts became muddled. He shook his head, as if it would do something to clear the image in his mind, but with no avail. He recalled the tree, and the enemy with a scent he couldn't identify. The rest had been a blur, but he remembered the tree crushing his limb. The moments after that were relatively pitch black, but he figured that was when help arrived and gave him the option of losing his leg, or not. Clearly he had chosen the former. While he might have been a bit high on poppy seeds, he believed he made the right decision. He didn't want to lug around a limp leg. That would have been worse - dead weight.


    His eyes settled on Ella's cottage as he limped to it, following the narrow path leading to the quaint building. He remembered helping her before the Tavi incident had happened, and she had nearly lost her life. As soon as the thought crossed his mind, a bitter look plastered itself onto his features. It had been hard to observe, especially since he couldn't have done anything to help other than keep her awake. Tavi.. Fortunately, she didn't seem to have the chance to harass and harm another BlizzardClanner. He figured he would be vulnerable now, given his current state. His stump ached, and still bled because of how often he moved around. Rosemont figured it wasn't healing properly because of how often he left Irene and the other individuals being healed by her. She didn't seem to care, or notice, so if he could get away with it, he would.


    When he finally arrived at the cottage door, he nudged it open with his nose, seeing as it had been ajar. "Ella?" Rose called out in a somewhat pleasant voice, attempting to keep the pain and agony from it. Once he spotted her, he limped another step forward, and forced a grin onto his lips. "Thought I'd find ya here," the lanky wolf commented with a soft chuckle, keeping a somewhat positive look on his features. It was hard, but he could manage.

    TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — Her ears perked up as she heard the familiar voice enter her cottage. A small smile graced her features as she looked over from where she had placed the pot over a small fire.


    "It is either here or the clan garden," she said trying to keep the conversation light. She was still quite unsure if she should mention his leg since it could be hard for him. It would probably be difficult for him to explain for quite some time. So, for now she tried to not mention it hoping that it would be explained at a decent time.


    "Would you like some tea?" she asked politely as she soon got the pot from over the fire and set it down. Once done she went over to her small teacup collection and got down a couple. She just wanted to be safe in case he did indeed want some tea.


    She could easily tell that his demeanor had changed a bit since they last talked. He seemed much more serious now. Before he was just this goofy, optimistic canine. Now he seemed to have this heavy weight on his shoulders. She couldn't blame him though, things like that were quite traumatizing. She had experienced such trauma in a different manner. Now she was plagued with the occasional nightmare though they seemed to be getting better with time.

    ☆☆☆ At her initial comment, he gave a little laugh, at least from what he could force out to appear as he had before his traumatic injury. He wasn't the best at playing pretend, however, so he had a bit of difficulty in acting the role he had been in previous to everything. The facade he had managed to keep up was slipping as he remained silent, almost in a grim manner now. Before he could sit, she was offering him some tea, which he supposed would be better to take than not. He limped closer to her and to where she was setting down the little cups before taking a seat himself, wheezing as he did so. "Just surprise me!" Rosemont said, a bit enthusiastically, almost in an obnoxious way. He figured he was trying a bit too hard to be as he once was, so he simply sank back on his haunches, defeated.


    He wasn't surprised that she hadn't asked about his leg, or lack thereof, as she didn't seem to be the intrusive type. Rosemont wondered if she even wanted to know what had happened to him, though he couldn't see why. They were relatively close, and he assumed that she cared for him as he did for her. It was odd that she hadn't been there in the time of his injury, but he supposed that he was satisfied enough with Aristotle being there for him. "So, uh, do ya wanna know 'bout my leg?" Rose questioned with a cock of his head, head tilted away from her as he observed her through whiskey eyes. He didn't want to seem self-absorbed, but it was the main reason he came, other than to catch up with her. He wondered where she had gone, and why she had gone. He missed her.