#goldenclawed

The ball was over.  Everyone with a human family had made their way home; their yawns and sleepy nuzzles an indicator of the fun they’d had despite the rather large mishap that had befallen them.  Munkustrap walked with his father all the way to the city limits, and was hesitant to leave his side.  Old as he was, and as much as Munkus would love for him to settle down and rest his old bones, the wise, seemingly ageless patriarch of the Jellicle cats still had many, many years of adventures to enjoy, and wasn’t done exploring the world.  That said, Munkus could admit to himself that he missed his father when he was gone, and took this long walk to tell him everything that had happened in the year.  Before they parted, he indulged in a few cuddles, feeling young and warm and safe in the familiar fur.  

The sun was well and truly up by the time he’d returned.  He was honestly pretty tired, the events of the day finally taking their toll on him.  By the time he approached his den, he’d been walking with a bit of a limp.  Still, he ignored it, sniffing the air in search of his mate.  He had to make sure she was doing okay. After everything...After Macavity...And Grizabella...It was a lot to deal with.  

“I---” he started, catching himself knowing that starting a sentence off like that would never convey his message clearly. “You don’t have to go.” Call him selfish, perhaps he was, it was just another quality to add to his very long list of faults. But he did not want to see her go, or hurt. He didn’t like the feeling he got when she told him, hiding the way the hairs stood on the back of his neck.

He hated his psyche class. His professor made it their responsibility to psycho-analyze him every day he had class. So he could not wait to get out of the building and on with his life, only giving the minimal amount of care to the homework to get top marks, nothing more. Bad professors were the bane of his existence. He wasn’t looking wear he was going and ran straight into someone, “I am so sorry,” he got out, stopping in the middle of the path, looking around, “Can I help?” He hoped to make it right, running into someone wasn’t ever good, he seemed rude and that was a horrible first impression. He felt bad, if she were to ever see him again the least he could do is be the nice guy that ran into her.

        ❝ — I assure you, a son Tywin left, & before you he now stands.    Fear not, aunt; your security stands not in jeopardy, nor shall it, so long    as yet I draw breath.❞                    Regardless of what came to pass, still I remain Tywin Lannister's son.

everything is richard madden and nothing hurts