title: don't be a tease.
summary: you gotta let go at some time. one-shot.
genre: angst/fiction/friendship/slightromance
pairing: bearfur/silverdream; bearfur/nightfang
notes: bearfur loves to tease. also, this is just what bearfur thinks about nightfang
story / begin ;;
I remember when she and I actually began to talk. I had never talked to anyone
[/ since that day]
. But I think I was drawn to her because she reminded me so much of Her. The foolish one couldn't hold her tongue and had a strong sense of right and wrong.
But she doesn't give the benefit of the doubt. She is less trusting. She doesn't let go. Worry grips her at every second. She doesn't know how to let loose.
So when we became friends, I decided, that I would show her how to be free. I would pass on what She taught me to her. Because there's a chain that links us all together, and this is a message that deserves to be heard by another.
You're such a stick in the mud, I used to tell her. Have some fun, I'd remind her.
Can't you be serious for once? was the question she'd always ask. And I couldn't reply.
At some point, our useless bickering became friendship. Because I couldn't answer that question
[/it hurts too much to remember]
and because she gave up on trying to change me to the warrior everyone expected from me.
She's fast, like Her. Cunning, too. Many females envy her. She is respected and graceful.
Pfft, graceful? I'd always mock, earning a scowl from her. And I guess on the inside, I don't like when she scowls. Not a good look. So I would make her laugh, and life would go on, taking magnificent strides. Over and over, because that's just how life works.
She gets angry at me, easily, too. But just as fast, she forgets. Forgives.
[/We are a team.]
Everyone says, opposites attract, and, I suppose, it could not hold truer for the two of us. I, a lumbering mass of muscle and nothing more, she, a graceful hunter with tendons that ripple just as gracefully beneath her fur. She cannot hold her tongue, while I try to think before I speak.
I know well how much damage words can do.
And, I suppose, she doesn't blame me for Her death. (Though I don't think anyone does.) It was never a topic we breached. She wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare; no one would dare.
To this day, our friendship stays strictly platonic. I guess I could call her my best friend. Everyone says that females and males have no capability of staying just friends, but I think we've gone on perfectly fine as friends.
Who knows. Maybe one day it will go farther. But that's only what a step of life will tell. The step-taker will trip over a root, and choose a different direction.
My path will change...
Bearfur, she says, you need to be serious unless you want to fall flat on your face.
Awakening from my thoughts, I smirk and push her into a bush while chiding, Why, Nightfang, what so ever do you mean?