Post by Rose Rebellion on Feb 13, 2005 18:41:37 GMT -5
(con from battle thread)
Flopping down upon Stokely's empty mattress was the first thing the emotional Coon Skin did upon returning to her lover's home. Although empty, her pillows and blankets were saturated with her smell, and Coon wrapped her hooves around a pillow and buried her face deep into it. There, her golden eyes welled up again, and she began to sob.
It was strange. The fact she was actually crying. Coon didn't cry. She got upset, she would be stubborn as hell on occasion, but she didn't cry. It couldn't be denied though, because there she was balling her eyes out. An interesting reminder that even bellow all of her masculine exterior she had a tiny feminine fraction of herself that few would ever see.
This continued for several moments, Coon pausing for deep breaths, then continuing in her crying. Soon the pillow was wet with tears, and Coon was sick of herself acting so ridiculously. Forcing herself to remain apathetic and tear free, the thief stood and headed to the fridge. There she found a can of bear, opened it with little hesitation and down half of the bitter drink.
Silently she sauntered towards the living room to mindlessly watch something to eradicate the horrors she'd previously witnessed, that she'd done. Another swig of the brew was taken, and Coon reminded herself it would also numb the pain in her body. Half heartedly she looked to the answering machine on the side table by the couch she say. With a heavy sigh, she hit the play button to hear the recorded message.
"Hey babe, it's you're candy-coated Stokely calling from Hibiscus Plattue. Just finished the first day here, and it was a hoot, and there's no way in hell you're gonna believe this, but a scouter took a look through my portfolio. Said it was just the skills they needed. They want to hire me for a current on going project....but it might require me to stay here a while."
"It's not much money, and hell, you know I don't care about money, and you find your own way to make money, my devious thief. I do really care about this opportunity...so you'd understand, right babe? It might take a good year before I'm home though. I hope you understand. I'll call around tomorrow; see how you're taking it. Luv ya, f*ck ya, so long!"
The machine ended. The thief let loose a long, heavy sigh. Hear Stokely's voice had left her feeling so....hollow. It was nice to hear her voice...but to not see her as she spoke? The answering machine was like hearing the voice of someone long since dead.
Coon lowered her head to her hoof. "Rainbows...what the hell have I done?"
Flopping down upon Stokely's empty mattress was the first thing the emotional Coon Skin did upon returning to her lover's home. Although empty, her pillows and blankets were saturated with her smell, and Coon wrapped her hooves around a pillow and buried her face deep into it. There, her golden eyes welled up again, and she began to sob.
It was strange. The fact she was actually crying. Coon didn't cry. She got upset, she would be stubborn as hell on occasion, but she didn't cry. It couldn't be denied though, because there she was balling her eyes out. An interesting reminder that even bellow all of her masculine exterior she had a tiny feminine fraction of herself that few would ever see.
This continued for several moments, Coon pausing for deep breaths, then continuing in her crying. Soon the pillow was wet with tears, and Coon was sick of herself acting so ridiculously. Forcing herself to remain apathetic and tear free, the thief stood and headed to the fridge. There she found a can of bear, opened it with little hesitation and down half of the bitter drink.
Silently she sauntered towards the living room to mindlessly watch something to eradicate the horrors she'd previously witnessed, that she'd done. Another swig of the brew was taken, and Coon reminded herself it would also numb the pain in her body. Half heartedly she looked to the answering machine on the side table by the couch she say. With a heavy sigh, she hit the play button to hear the recorded message.
"Hey babe, it's you're candy-coated Stokely calling from Hibiscus Plattue. Just finished the first day here, and it was a hoot, and there's no way in hell you're gonna believe this, but a scouter took a look through my portfolio. Said it was just the skills they needed. They want to hire me for a current on going project....but it might require me to stay here a while."
"It's not much money, and hell, you know I don't care about money, and you find your own way to make money, my devious thief. I do really care about this opportunity...so you'd understand, right babe? It might take a good year before I'm home though. I hope you understand. I'll call around tomorrow; see how you're taking it. Luv ya, f*ck ya, so long!"
The machine ended. The thief let loose a long, heavy sigh. Hear Stokely's voice had left her feeling so....hollow. It was nice to hear her voice...but to not see her as she spoke? The answering machine was like hearing the voice of someone long since dead.
Coon lowered her head to her hoof. "Rainbows...what the hell have I done?"