He's full of it; full of himself and the arrogant sense that his pedigree is all that he'll ever need in this world. She's full of contempt; for him, for his unwanted intrusion into her humble life. And for a while, they're both filled with ideals, a purist passion. Until they figure out their cult is filled with flaws, brimming with them. They turn to each other, and they're empty, because what they've thought is not true. What they've breathed is the dust of unfounded beliefs. They breathe out, touch whiskers, and it takes a while, but they're full again, both full of each other.
sablestrong fluff, what else