Inscription
By: Bombalurina_Luvva
The first time he noticed her was at the Jellicle Ball, in Mr.Mistoffelees' song. Of course, he had seen this queen before, but this time he paid attention. Sure he'd heard the stories; of how she was a total punk, the rumors of her and Munkustrap, but somehow something drew him to her that he didn't quite understand. But how? Why? Here was this edgy rebel of a Jellicle, and he had to get hooked on her? They were complete opposites, she with dark fur and a major attitude, and he with a clean cut, preppy persona. Why couldn't he have fallen for Jemima or Bombalurina? 'That's what I should have done,' he thought, 'but honestly, look at her!' He knew he wanted her, but did she feel the same way? 'Obviously not, why would she love someone as dull as me?'
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He couldn't sleep that night. He could blame his loss of a good catnap on the brightness of the Jellicle Moon, but then he'd be lying. The real reason was that he couldn't keep his thoughts off of her. His mind wandered to the way her sleek body moved as she crept along the Junkyard floor, the silky smoothness of her coat, the way it would feel in his arms. There was absolutely no way to sleep, with a queen like that on the loose. He slipped out of his newspaper and spruce bow bed, carefully silencing his steps so not to wake any of the sleeping Jellicles, and stole through the shadows to the deserted beach behind the 'yard. He loved the sensation of soft sand beneath his paws, and the sound of waves gently lapping the shore, even if he didn't particularly like water. He settled down beside a large rock and leaned against it, staring up at the Jellicle Moon. It shone, illuminated against the charcoal night, glowing with it's own mysterious magic. 'Just like her gorgeous blue eyes' he thought, and let himself slip into a fantasy about her. He traces a paw-sized heart into the sand with a claw, and smiled. He inscribed two letters into it. Two letters that could start the romance of a lifetime. He thought for a moment, then batted it away, blurring the engraving. It would never happen. They were two different, too opposite, too night and day, white and black. She would never fall in love with a tom like him. Never.
By: Bombalurina_Luvva
The first time he noticed her was at the Jellicle Ball, in Mr.Mistoffelees' song. Of course, he had seen this queen before, but this time he paid attention. Sure he'd heard the stories; of how she was a total punk, the rumors of her and Munkustrap, but somehow something drew him to her that he didn't quite understand. But how? Why? Here was this edgy rebel of a Jellicle, and he had to get hooked on her? They were complete opposites, she with dark fur and a major attitude, and he with a clean cut, preppy persona. Why couldn't he have fallen for Jemima or Bombalurina? 'That's what I should have done,' he thought, 'but honestly, look at her!' He knew he wanted her, but did she feel the same way? 'Obviously not, why would she love someone as dull as me?'
* * *
He couldn't sleep that night. He could blame his loss of a good catnap on the brightness of the Jellicle Moon, but then he'd be lying. The real reason was that he couldn't keep his thoughts off of her. His mind wandered to the way her sleek body moved as she crept along the Junkyard floor, the silky smoothness of her coat, the way it would feel in his arms. There was absolutely no way to sleep, with a queen like that on the loose. He slipped out of his newspaper and spruce bow bed, carefully silencing his steps so not to wake any of the sleeping Jellicles, and stole through the shadows to the deserted beach behind the 'yard. He loved the sensation of soft sand beneath his paws, and the sound of waves gently lapping the shore, even if he didn't particularly like water. He settled down beside a large rock and leaned against it, staring up at the Jellicle Moon. It shone, illuminated against the charcoal night, glowing with it's own mysterious magic. 'Just like her gorgeous blue eyes' he thought, and let himself slip into a fantasy about her. He traces a paw-sized heart into the sand with a claw, and smiled. He inscribed two letters into it. Two letters that could start the romance of a lifetime. He thought for a moment, then batted it away, blurring the engraving. It would never happen. They were two different, too opposite, too night and day, white and black. She would never fall in love with a tom like him. Never.