I for one am shocked I managed to write something without a single shred of dialogue.
This one's a totally different genre than the last chapter- but don't worry, the humor will be back soon. I'm thinking I'll alternate between the two a bit.
Thanks so all who reviewed by the way! I didn't expect to receive to warm a reception lol.
Monday: "No star is ever lost we once have seen, we always may be what we might have been." -Adelaide A. Proctor
The stars glittered cheerily, their silent joy evident to a certain red queen as she watched them dance across the night sky. The moon was but a sliver, a mere memory of it's glory but a few weeks prior, so nothing could steal the majestic glory and light that only such as they, the stars, could provide.
Bombalurina hated them.
They mocked her with their friendly gleam, their incandescent joy. Because it was on a night, oh so similar to this, that he had come to try and steal her away.
And she had refused.
The reality that she might never find a mate had begun to leer cruelly, filling her with a sense of loneliness that Bombalurina couldn't hardly bear. She could feel her days of fraternizing casually with the opposite sex coming quickly to an end as they, themselves, began to find their own mates. Pouncival and Jemima, Admetus and Etcetera, Alonzo and Cassandra, Tumblebrutus and Exotica, Plato and Victoria…
Even Tugger.
Even the Rum Tum Tugger, her best friend, the first tom she had ever been, and still was, in love with, had found someone other than herself to love. All those nights they'd spent together apparently meant nothing, because all it took were a few sweet gestures from a sparkling magician for Tugger to be mated- hook, line, and sinker.
Yet another reason she hated the stars- for it was someone in their likeness that had the maine coon wrapped around his finger.
The faint moon shard smiled eerily down at her, sending a shiver down Bombalurina's spine. Despite her sudden lack of nerves, she smiled back. It was a morbid thought, the likeness of his smile to the one up above, one she would never speak aloud, one that must never be known to the others. She liked it though, his smile- she always had.
Because it was on that night, not too many months ago, that Macavity had come to her.
She had been crying. For the life of her, she couldn't remember why, but tears had come to her that night as she'd sat upon the wall of the junkyard. Then she'd heard her name, said in a voice oh so distinct from her nightmares. Yet… it was soothing, warm even and she'd looked up to see a face filled only with compassion. She hadn't resisted when he'd put his arm around her and gently stroked her headfur.
Feelings had surfaced from within her, feelings she'd never thought possible in regards to the Napoleon of Crime. He was a madman, a criminal- one who's atrocities had no end, one who had terrorized her friends, the one who had raped and tortured her sister-
Yet… when he had propositioned to her that night, when he'd asked her to come away with him, she'd wanted oh so much to say yes.
But of course she'd said no. It would have been wrong, despicable, unforgivable to forget the wrongdoings of a cat such as he. She'd resisted. He became violent then, a reminder of what she'd almost gotten herself into. She'd cried out for help, and it had come in the form of the Rum Tum Tugger, always her savior, truly, and Munkustrap. They'd scared away their elder brother and taken her to safety.
Yet… there was still regret. Even now.
Because at the very least, had she gone with him, she wouldn't be quite so alone. Perhaps she'd even have a companion now, to sit and mull under the starry sky with her.
If she so desired, could she find any sort of companion? Quite easily. Almost every tom she passed wanted her. But not to mate her, not to know her…
They simply wanted her.
And once, she'd been fine with that, because that had been all she had wanted to. But age was a frightening thing. And it truly put things in perspective.
She wouldn't be young forever.
She wouldn't be beautiful forever.
Bombalurina thought to Grizabella- long since ascended to the Heaviside Layer- and couldn't help but feel a certain level of kinship to the elderly queen. For she too had once been adored and sought after, loved and pursued.
And what a fate had been hers.
Bombalurina drew her knees in close as she stared at the celestial beings up above, hating that such a companionship was all she kept. But with the stars came the moon, and the memory.
If Macavity returned…
She shook her head, clearing her mind of such thoughts. Still, they were fanciful to entertain during some quiet moments.
Because deep down… she knew she'd rather be with a madman than be alone.