@floraliae​
   “I DIDN’T MEAN TO...” words escaped from between dry lips with an ache of sadness she hadn’t excepted from herself. yet as green gaze settled to the now ashen remains of what had been a beautiful flower, the pang of sorrow would swell in her chest like a balloon inflating rapidly. PLANTS didn’t deserve such torment, and cat actually found a secretive joy within them. beauty, life. everything the phoenix wished she could have in the world. something that felt distant, out of focus. her hands could reach, her talons could s t r e t c h, and always would she fall short. inhale was struggled, pulling away and wincing.
         the anger came back. it was what had caused the destruction to begin with. why couldn’t she have that? thinking too much... dwelling on the agony made things burst. the bullets that had killed copper, maurion from touching her, vinnie from betraying her. b u r n i n g. that was all she seemed good at doing. now the flower... the innocent from her wretchedness.
     “i’m sorry.” a phrase she didn’t say lightly, but cat meant it. deep breaths. calm. chill to her core which raged. attention flickered upward to odd companion, but the street rat felt no fear. a being of unusual familiarity.  “uh... i’d offer t’fix it... but i don’t think i can.”
