A/N: Okay …. So….
If any of you are readers of Sacrifice, then rest assured: I've been writing the next chapter - it shall be typed and posted THIS MONTH.
Dunno what else to say; this borders a songfic more than part of my Eloquence pieces. There are lyrics, but we're not allowed to post them in fics on FF, so there are going to be awkward breaks.
I guess a strange word-practice thing? No dialogue and no names. I don't think I mention him as a cat either :/
Note: This is based off the Lily Allen version. Between line breaks is how many lines from the song at a time. Lyrics based off Google-play.
DISCLAIMER: Song and characters not owned by me.
Formerly titled: This Time We're Apart (Eloquence #3)
(2 lines)
He padded quickly, rock disappearing beneath his paws, his mind mapping out the familiar dips and crevices of the uneven ground. Blind, sighted; it didn't matter to him. His home - but not his home - he knew as well as his own scent. (Even if it was a little different then.)
(2 lines)
He stumbled slightly, but was undeterred. Distantly, he heard a rushing sound. It grew louder, swelling with his heart. He dipped his nose up towards the weak sun, briefly smelling its warmth in the air. Soon he'd be out of the sun, and into the chill of the caves.
(2 lines)
It was too empty around him, and even in camp; the loneliest place to be was among others, after all.
His brother was busy with a mate, and the not-quite-sister was dozy and moony over who-knows-what, so he backed into himself further, staying in the medicine den with his thoughts.
It was lonely, even with his forever-patient and mentor; no one noticed his reclusiveness, and his loneliness that couldn't be filled with anything or anyone.
Except her. He was never alone with her.
(4 lines)
He tripped over some debris, doubt flickering in his mind. He'd come alone; might he get lost? He shook his head, the briefest hint of fear in his eyes replaced by his usual stubbornness. He walked more confidently, aware of the thundering ahead.
(2 lines)
He needed her; it was a simple fact. Like air, the feeling of the sun in the sky, she was a necessity in his life.
But he couldn't have her.
At least … not always.
(5 lines)
He made it, passing the waterfall. The guard had recognized him, letting him through. He told their Healer that he was there because of his ancestors, and that he wouldn't be long. Of course the Tribe was okay with it, and he left them to pad quickly down the sloping tunnel, cold brushing his whiskers. His paws tingled as he he got further and stepped out into an open space.
Quietly, almost reverently, he walked among the forest of stones, carefully not to fall into the large pool. In his mind he saw it: the two of them playing among the fang-pillars, darting and scuffling like kits. When they looked at the pool and the beauty of the night sky reflected in it.
When she saw the sign and everything changed.
(4 lines)
He stopped in front of there, water barely lapping his toes. He had his head bowed, blind eyes seeing nothing. He curled his tail around himself, and let the loneliness and sorrow wash through him. It was bittersweet, though, because he had such happy memories here.
He wondered if she was watching him, and if she felt the same thing.
(5 lines)
His fur felt a gentle brush of wind, then someone leaned into him, head brushing his. A familiar feeling, leaving him with another memory, this one a little more sweet than bitter.
Her voice murmured to him that she was always with him, wherever he was, and that if he wanted to see her, he didn't have to go somewhere only they know.