For The Wild Road/ The Golden Cat. Just a short one-shot I wrote for absolutely no reason at all. Basically it's just a bunch of fluff, because I've never written anything that was just pure fluff before, and wanted to try it out. Also, I love these books, and I felt that these two cats fit with the theme perfectly. So enjoy.
In Your Eyes
"Ragnar?"
The questing mew, so silibant and gentle, like the wind winding through the willows, turned the great maned head of Ragnar, King of Cats. Seeing his mate, the lovely Queen, to whom he owed his title, he blinked his proud, intelligent yellow eyes and beckoned for her to sit next to him.
"Yes, my sweet?" he asked, shifting closer to her to provide for her some of his warmth, for she was shaking worse than the leaves on the trees.
"Ragnar," she began again, not looking at him. Instead, she was staring out at the sea, the gently rolling waves hitting against the shore, eating it away bit by bit, while a full harvest moon, shining bright and brilliant, illuminated the scene from above. She was silent for a few moments longer, looking as though she were greatly contemplating the sea and all its secrets. Ragnar, waiting for her to speak, copied her.
Finally, she continued, "Ragnar, what do you see when you look at me?"
For a moment, Ragnar was shocked into speechlessness, a problem the proud king rarely faced. But then, seeing the desperate look in Pertelot's eyes, he felt compelled into words. "When I look at you? Why, my darling Pertelot Fitzwilliam, when I look at you, I see the Queen of Cats, and everything that comes with it." Ragnar was actually rather proud of himself for his answer, and so was even more shocked when his darling Queen let out a sigh and shook her head.
"Is that really all you see in me?" she asked, looking down at the ground.
"No!" cried Ragnar in despair. "I-I mean," he corrected himself as Pertelot jerked her head up to stare at him, "I do see that, but that's not all. I see way more than just a symbol in you, Pertelot. You complete me in a way more whole than between an ordinary King and Queen. Without you, the world would be black, you brighten it with your mere prescence. One lick from your tongue can heal more than a dozen herbs. You may be special to other cats, Pertelot, but to me. To me, you're more, much more. To me, you are everything."
He was staring her right in the eye, and she was breathless, caught by the sincerity of his gaze. And it was sincere. All he had just said had been said in all seriousness. He loved her, and he meant it, in more than words. Without her, he would be nothing. She made him who he was, and for that, he owed her everything.
The silence stretched out between them, unbroken. It wasn't uncomfortable at all. For them, it was filled with the crackling energy that defined their love. Strong, bright, and true. They both felt it, sparking off their pelts, they would do anything for each other, and no words where needed for them to know it.
Ragnar was startled when Pertelot suddenly leaned forward and, closing her eyes, placed her head upon his chest. "Thanks, I needed that," she murmured. Ragnar licked the top of her head once, and then went back to looking out at the ocean, feeling lighter and happier than he had before.
Alright, so there you have it. Short, sweet, and simple. Ain't it pretty?