#stillwar

"How unbecoming!  Leash your anger before it leashes you itself, bearcat," he graces her with a cutting twist of his mouth, "or are you some type of dog?"

                    “   baring your teeth so aggressively... others may get the wrong idea.   ”     -----  it’s simply a passing remark, something that he mutters as he watches her huff and pace by, but loud enough that she knows, that she hears. nails sharp as claws dig into his robes, pierce through fabric with the delicacy of needles and stay rooted in silk, hook millimeters from his skin. he doesn’t expect much, whether she ignores it is her prerogative, whether she halts to confront him- well, that’s something that he’s prepared for as well.     “   it might cause people to startle and hurry away.   ”

Zircon 14D, enjoying her last moments, as she was scrolling through an article. It was a 16-year old’s article on the effect of catnip on cats. Which she was reading rather zealously.

Then, the hit.