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Post by victoriousscarf on May 20, 2011 9:59:45 GMT -8
Macavity had come home in the early hours of the morning, ignored everycat and gone straight to his penthouse.
The clothes he'd been wearing were in a small pile by the door, and the straight razor thrown into a sink and the door closed on it, and he was curled up, not actually on the bed but beside it.
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Post by Meadowlark on May 20, 2011 17:59:53 GMT -8
Griddlebone stepped off of the lift, approaching the penthouse. She hadn't been able to get away the night before, but knew she couldn't put off seeing Mac any longer. When she didn't hear him call for her to enter she hesitated. After a moment of debating how best to go about this she finally knocked on the door, checking the handle.
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 20, 2011 18:11:39 GMT -8
The door handle was lock, and Macavity flinched back from where he was sitting. He hesitated a very long moment before rising and slowly making him way through the room, which was made somewhat harder by the fact all the lights were out.
Finally, he opened the door and almost closed it again when he saw Griddlebone. He couldn't come up with a greeting and so just blinked at her for a moment.
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Post by Meadowlark on May 20, 2011 18:13:29 GMT -8
The white queen stood thee for a moment, taking in his appearance. She considered letting him be the first to speak, but discarded that as unlikely to cause any sort of speech. "Mac? May I come in?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 20, 2011 18:17:10 GMT -8
Swallowing, he nodded finally, and stood aside, closing the door behind her and fumbling to turn one of the lights on.
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Post by Meadowlark on May 20, 2011 18:21:09 GMT -8
She glanced at him, turning to take in his appearance fully in the light. Her gaze was drawn to the clothes by the door, "I...Mac, what's happened?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 20, 2011 18:24:46 GMT -8
"Brachen's dead," he managed, finally speaking, voice hollow.
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Post by Meadowlark on May 20, 2011 18:29:12 GMT -8
Her ears went back at that, "S-so soon? But the tr--" She broke off, looking toward the clothing again. "Mac...?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 20, 2011 18:34:24 GMT -8
He noticed her gaze, and nodded. "He asked me ta," he said, voice breaking again on the words. "He..."
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Post by Meadowlark on May 20, 2011 18:38:18 GMT -8
She hesitated before taking a step nearer and reaching out to him, "Oh, Mac..."
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 20, 2011 18:46:23 GMT -8
"The verdict had come in ta han' him," Macavity continued, not quiet looking at her. "And he couldn't bear that thought and he's... he'd always been a bit strange in the mind about death and what it meant, but he said he couldn't run anymore so he asked me ta..." he swallowed hard, and shook his head, looking at the ground.
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Post by Meadowlark on May 20, 2011 18:51:14 GMT -8
She finally rested a paw on his arm, "Is...I mean...Is there anything I can do for you?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 20, 2011 19:07:28 GMT -8
At her touch, he started shaking, and he shook his head, even as he automatically gathered her into his arms. "I... I don't know..."
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Post by Meadowlark on May 20, 2011 19:12:02 GMT -8
She allowed him to draw her close, wrapping her arms around him, "Oh, Mac...I'm so sorry."
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 20, 2011 19:35:37 GMT -8
"I..." he buried his head in her headfur. "Everlastin' cat I just..."
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