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☀ divi wasn't sure how to interpret the clicking of his tongue - was it out of annoyance, or just a simple noise? she was unsure, so she shuffled her paws rather than immediately responding to him.
however, when he spoke about his inability to make friends, she interjected with her own opinion.
"but, i look for people who are loyal to me." she paused; could she really say this out loud, in front of the person she trusted the most? the key word was trust. she absolutely trusted him. so divi continued.
"i'm not sayin' that i want people to be my butler, but well, i, i kinda look for people who like, they... i look for people who are loyal, so they don't just throw me away." she was doing this, she was doing this now, and she couldn't back out. divi knew she had to tough it out.
"i've always been abandoned. people just, they don't like me. so whenever people say that they'll always love me, i get excited! and then i remember that they'll find someone else. and, and then it doesn't matter again. so aren't you making friends?" she questioned.
she didn't dispute him - it was true, now that she thought about it. "popularity and companionship favor the likeable, yes, but who said i was likeable? this tiny, broken child?"
in her mind, she saw herself as a broken, greedy, bastard of a child, cheating and deceiving. it was impossible to understand why anyone liked her, with that image in her head.
"it's my fault," she mumbled, voice low. "and i focus on it because i need to put myself in my place. so i know where i belong; with the garbage." her amber gaze lowered to the ground for seemingly the millionth time.
suddenly feeling judged and yet again alone, she secluded herself back into her social barrier.
although his speech was rough, and a type of tough love, it worked on her in strange ways. she wasn't one for harshness, fearing judgement and crippled by the prospect of being unliked.
"well, w-well, my dream is to become an amazing paladin. just like all the others above me! or maybe even someone trained in magic. i want to practice magic." why was she voicing her aspirations, right after thinking about how awful she must have been to encite that kind of response from sousuke?
"i don't want to fight with tooth and claw. i can't." she added.
she knew that she did need to work. the problem was that she could not work, because she was anxious. and her anxieties were her true weakness.
"i-i agree, but..." she trailed off.
"but a weakness is something that hinders you. that's the point of a weakness. if it's hurt me all this time, then how can i just forget it?"
ooc. soRRY i di dn't want to give you a small or rushed reply so i waited it out until i had substantial muse and time;; rip me
alsO NO that wasnt lame this is turning out really good im crying
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☀☀ information
divinepaw | domestic cat; lavender bengal | she/her; nonbinary transfeminine | lesbian | paladin trainee (shp) of blizzardclan | npc xx npc; G1 | 6 months old; +1 month every 100 posts | dpd && avpd | loosely based on morgan from fire emblem
☀☀ battle tags
medium physically, easy mentally | no kill; no maim; pm to capture
☀☀ text
☀ speaks in bold #ffdb84 pale orange
☀ attacks in bold #76f5f9 sky blue if opponent has no color preference
☀ preferably, attack divinepaw in bold #ffdb84 pale orange
☀☀ powers
gold blood | ability to see spirits
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