#simally

@simba-lyons

Sally was finally going to do it. She had set her foot down to her own decision and was going to get another dog. This had been a thought she had been playing in her mind for some time now and she finally figured that it would be the best move.

Salene should have herself another friend around.

Sally lived a bit of a lonely existence. Always have. It just... seemed to be the way of her life. She had a grand total of what? ...three friends? She didn’t want Salene to have to live that same life. 

She wondered if Salene would be happy with this decision. The dog, after all, was used to having all of Sally’s attention and now that a new dog would come along, well that attention would have to be split.

But, it was for a good reason.

As it was, Salene was following Sally around as she walked to her closet to reach for a coat. She slipped it on and then headed over to her front door, opening it wide open before Simba could even ring the doorbell. 

She knew he had arrived already. Call it psychic ability.

@enthusiasticclouds-sally

Simba hadn’t seen Sally since she’d gotten back from her trip. This was mostly because Simba barely had time to breathe. First, planning his wedding, directing the play, working at the day care, doing his volunteer hours--and then his fiance had had to go and get himself kidnapped and in the ensuing chaos of their wedding planner being the kidnapper: 

The wedding was cancelled. 

Well, it was postponed, but it felt like it was canceled. Like he wasn’t ever gonna get married. Which, y’know, bloody sucked. 

He was trying not to think about it, which wasn’t very hard when you were trying to walk three dogs who all had their very own paces and ways of walking that did not exactly agree with each other (aka--Simone tugging ahead on her leash and Turtle plodding behind taking his good, old, sweet time.) 

When he showed up at the park, Sally was already there. Leaning down, he unhooked Simone’s leash so that she could barrel ahead towards Salene. He unhooked Bowie when he got closer to the bench, but left Turtle on his leash, mostly because the old man wasn’t as interested in playing, instead sitting down in front of Sally and Simba and wagging his tail, tongue lolling.

“Hey Salls, what’s up? How are you? Got any big plans for your birthday? I know it’s comin’ up soon.” 

@simba-lyons

Sally has been moving around everywhere in her home. Literally, everywhere. Her home hardly looked like her uniquely decorated place. It looked like Hurricane Katrina had come by. 

That was because of Sally’s nerves. 

She was to do a trip soon, a trip to Scotland. This trip was going to involve helping Daniel move on as well as a visit to her father. A visit to her father. That should hardly fit into a sentence as far as the redhead was concerned. She had closed that chapter a long time ago, had run away and was the reason why Daniel was now stuck where he was.

So, now her house was looking a mess because she had no idea what she was supposed to pack or to do or anything, so that transcribed into a messy home. 

Poor Salene was just laying on the ground staring at Sally with sympathetic eyes until she was immediately up on her legs running to the front door. She was there before the knock had even resounded through the door. 

Huh, Sally had not been expecting any visitors, but before she even made it to the door she already knew who it was. Those were definitely emotions Sally could spot anywhere.

@simba-lyons

Salene was curled up in a ball on the floor nearby to Sally. The red head was getting ready to place her leash on, gently petting the Dalmation. It was time for her walk, which was Salene’s favorite part of the day.

It use to be sitting on Sally’s lap and being cuddled by her owner, but Salene was no longer tiny like she once use to be.

Sally coaxed her dog to get up and the pair were out and off with the end destination being the park. It didn’t take long to reach it, it was finally taking the red head less and less time heading to where she needed to be since she has gotten better with her control over her empathy. No longer where there stops upon stops because she had been tackled by some stranger’s overwhelming emotions.

Salene was let loose from her leash, the Dalmatian excited to stretch her legs out and she did running straight towards another dog one she has grown to know. 

Simba was at the park and the scene made the red head laugh a little as she shook her head approaching her friend. “I swear I let her out often.... even if she goes on and acts otherwise.” Sally gave Simba a hug. “How are you?”

@simba-bonfamille-lyons

Silas and Salene were in their glory out in the open at the park. It always made Sally smile when she saw her two dogs getting along well. It had been a fear when adopting Silas that Salene wouldn’t get along with him, but Silas had ended up fitting perfectly in her little family. 

The two of them were playfully rough housing each other when Simba arrived with his pack of golden kiddos, including Turtle whom Sally was the most excited to see. 

Don’t get her wrong she adored Bowie and Simone, so did Salene, but Sally had heard about a special phenomenon that had happened to Turtle and she wanted to see it for herself with her very eyes. 

And it was true! There trotting behind Simba was Turtle, this cute adorable fluff of a puppy!  

Sally’s eyes were currently bug-eyed wide with amazement. “He really is a puppy now! Goodness, he is so cute!” 

Hearing the excitement in their mother’s voice, Salene and Silas both immediately approached her, and when seeing Simba both happily sat on their haunches in front of him fully expecting to be bathed in adoring attention. They normally weren’t attention hoggers, but they knew this was Simba and that he would definitely give them all the attention they could dream of. It made Sally laugh.

@simba-lyons

Sally was slipping on a jacket, heading out of her home into the cold brisk air. She had a bag in her hand with a couple of things in it and was heading over to Simba’s place. She had an idea in mind where she has done some research on and has spoken to a few people about here and there. 

Now she wanted Simba’s opinion as she knew he had experience in these sort of things. 

What she wanted was to open a shoppe. It was an idea that was playing in her mind for a while. She had so much restless energy within her and talent to offer that she wanted to do something with it all, so... why not open up a shop? She had the means and was something she was very interested in going through with. At the same time, she felt like it was time to push the envelope further in her life. 

She wanted open doors for herself not closed ones.

The redhead arrived at her destination knocking and then waiting until it opened. She smiled brightly once seeing her friend and walked into the warmth of the space. 

@simba-lyons

It has been a bit of a while since the last time Sally had seen Simba, whom she had actually just finished talking with on the phone. They weren’t on any angry terms with the other by any means, but things were just being somewhat spaced out if anything for the ginger’s sake.

Simba was very aware of how Sally’s magic worked, or at least how it tended to affect the redhead and in being aware would often warn her whether, or not it was a good time for the both of them to meet up. 

Coincidentally, he had done just the same throughout their phone conversation only this time around Sally had insisted in appearing anyways. 

See, she had been practicing her magic as far as her empathy was concerned, receiving help from Doctor Sweet and was confident that she would be okay to visit Simba. Besides, she genuinely loved that Simba had the ability to feel so big and loud, it was always a quality she admired about him from the start and it was one he shouldn’t have to hide away from her simply because of her magic. 

And so, there she was ringing Simba’s doorbell with a pan of cupcakes on her arms, and Salene wagging her tail right beside her. When the door opened, Sally smiled glad to see Simba behind it as Salene simply invited herself right in. 

@enthusiasticclouds-sally

It had been four days since Simba’s appendicitis surgery, which made it the twentieth of December. So close to Christmas, and with every day it drew nearer, Simba felt more and more anxious. He was near jumping out of his skin. He was driving everyone else in the house crazy, but he just couldn’t help it. He hated the fact that he still, despite reassurance, felt like he had already ruined Christmas. He hated the fact that he was stuck on the couch all day, couldn’t even take Bowie for a walk. He hated that he felt useless.

Not to mention he was D Y I N G of boredom. Which was why he had been fiddling with his phone all day--texting just about everyone on the face of the Earth. Jane and Sil and even Tink (had forgotten, for just a second, that she was in rehab because he just wanted to talk to somone) but everyone had their lives. Jane had work and Sil was in class and Nala was working (though she always texted him back, bless her.) 

When he’d texted Sally “What’s up?”, she’d responded almost immediately with “Nothing really.” And Simba had asked (told) her to come over--and to bring Salene with her, because poor Bowie wasn’t going on runs anymore. He was just getting walked. 

She’d agreed and Simba had spent the next, like, two hours driving his mum absolutely insane waiting for Sally to arrive. Ber and Kiara had gone off to do last minute Christmas shopping with separate lists from Simba and instructions not to kill each other while they were out. 

After what felt like absolutely for-EVER, there was a knock on the door. 

“I’ll get it!” Simba called.

“Don’t you dare!” came his mother’s answering shout from the kitchen as she came around the corner with an apron about her waist and a scowl on her face. 

Simba snickered at her and snuggled farther down into the couch cushions. 

Sarabi casually smacked the side of his head on the way to the door, Bowie already there, snuffling at the seam and dancing on his toes, tail wiggling furiously. “Git, wewe kijinga mbwa.”

“Aw, Mama, he’s not kijinga. That’s mean.” 

“He’s in the way.”

“He just wants to see his giiiiirlfriend. Right, Bowie?”

Bowie ignored him.

Sarabi rolled her eyes and opened the door, smiling wildly. “Jambo! You must be Sally and Salene. Jambo, Salene,” Sarabi added, but the puppy wasn’t paying any attention since Bowie had shot out the door and was already biting at Salene’s ear, trying to coax her into playing. 

“Come in, come in,” Sarabi said, opening the door wide and smiling even wider. 

Simba gave a sharp whistle from the couch which had Bowie raising his head and darting back inside the house, so that Sally and Salene could enter coordinately. As soon as they were all inside, Sarabi closed the door.

“I’m Sarabi, Simba’s mother, if you did not figure that out for yourself,” Sarabi introduced herself, in her thick Kenyan accent. “Thank you for coming over to entertain my incorrigible son, he’s been driving me mambo.”

“She can understand you, you know,” Simba snorted from the couch.

“What?” 

“I’ve been teaching her Swahili.”

“Ah, so she can speak it, but not that kipenzi wa kiume of yours.”

“I think he understands more than you think, Mama. He just doesn’t like to speak it.”