It was raining.
The two of them sat there on in the park as it rained and thundered, boy and cat, witch and familiar.
These rare moments they shared were cherished by the two.
The cat insisted that the boy wasn't evil; simply misguised.
The boy thought that the cat was losing her touch.
So that one day they sat, soaked through with rain, the cat looked up at her friend.
"Klarion," She meowed, her voice hoarse and raspy. Klarion looked down at her and drew the tabby into his open arms, placing the cat in his lap. "Teekl?" He questioned, her red eyes boring into his dull black ones.
"I... I want you to know that..." She took a soft breath, tickling her whiskers.
"I give you my powers because I care for you..." She looked up at him, her eyes wide and a sad smile stretched across her muzzle.
"What you do with them, though... Is completely out of my control..." Klarion frowned and pondered this before drawing the old tabby cat into his chest.
"I love you, Teekl... I use them to stop them from taking you from me..." He murmured into her fur, thunder cracking in the distance. Teekl looked... disappointed, burying her nose into his shoulder, the stiff fabric of his suit melting in her warmth.
So then it was when Dr. Fate had struck her that he had fallen to his knees, thrust forward on his hands before her slowly growing pool of blood that stained his pants, his hands, his face.
"Teekl..." He breathed, gathering the limp form into his arms, already steadily sloping into it's cold descent.
"I wanted... to protect you from them..." He lowered his head into her blood soaked fur, breathing in her damp mahogany scent, now tanged with the thick smell of metallic blood.
"But I was the one you needed protecting from."
What you do with them is completely out of my control.
A short one-shot I've been wanting to write for a long time about Klarion and Teekl. My view on their relation ship is of Teekl being the protective grandmother and Klarion being a younger son or something. Please R&R.