"You son of a bitch I haven't even been awake."

everything is funny in sillydelphia

A flash of memory–cold and hot, like a chain whipping across one’s back. His claws, his beak, like holy fire as they descend all at once. Empty. Empty, a husk of a creature, upon his body. 

Buried underneath, Tough writhes and thrashes, trying to climb through the feathers as they turn to ash in his mouth, in his eye, covering his body—

He breaks through, only to immediately retch and gag, the smell overpowering–fumes of waste and decay envelop the church. Tough Love turns, his body shaking, to see what barely remained of his lover.

                                                   Ash, and a necklace made of bone.

—”What are y’afraid of, Noodle?” came Carey’s voice, breaking his train of thought as was the norm. He thought a moment, dragging a claw over his chin as the memory sank deeper into his subconscious. 

“MY DEAR,”

❄️ ❄️ ❄️ ❄️ ❄️ ❄️ ❄️ ❄️ ❄️ ❄️ 

He was traveling north, now that the holidays were over. It felt good to be traveling again. Anyone could have just taken automobile transportation to their destination, but not this bear. He preferred walking. He had a backpack, full of everything he needed to survive. He was still in the early process, but there was snow on the ground where he was, which he was enjoying. It felt good to hear his boots crunch through the snow.

It wouldn’t be long before he reached those familiar tundras of the Aurora Icefield zone.

But right now, it was time to break for the day. He much preferred traveling by night. This was a park, but he didn’t think anyone would have a problem with him sleeping here. Someone would probably just assume he was another one of the homeless, and who knew? Maybe he was. But he didn’t need a home to be happy, he was naturally protected from the elements.

When he saw her, he couldn’t exactly say he was surprised. Maybe surprised to see her this far north, but that was about it. He’d be more surprised if she wasn’t trying to make off with someone’s belongings. It was part of her charm, he was amused to watch it. He certainly had nowhere to speak, he’d stolen much larger things than someone’s bag.

     That was why he glared at the canine who had been staring at the adornment in his dreadlocks for too long. He KNEW that look and he didn’t like it. 

     “If you’re thinking what I think you are, it’s a bad idea. Trust me.”

@cutpursecavalier said: "Wanna hold hands while we shit on a joint toilet, like lovers do?"