Keep It Together... {Amber}

[.masquerade.]

Sweet Blasphemy
I raise my heart and sing
that I won't believe this lie.
I know there's something more inside.
When darkness is all you'll see,
This is our Sweet Blasphemy
~Sweet Blasphemy - Black Veil Brides

WORDS: 230 || TAGS: ⓐⓜⓑⓔⓡ
MUSE: Low || MUSIC: Sons of NIght {BVB}

"speech" -- thoughts -- actions

Water. Little pools of it. Not the fast-flowing riveare that had once swept her away. but water.

The ground seemed to be seething and rolling beneath her. She could feel herself beginning to panic. How did she even get there? She couldn't remember. It was a blank space in her memory.

Where was she? She didn't know that, either. And If she didn't know where she was, she didn't know how to get home.

Blasphemy!

Someone called her name and her head jerked up. but then she shoved it back down, staring at her little paws.

No one knew her. Not her name, her face, or anything. It was only the voices.

Blasphemy! Blasphemy!

They were all around her now. In her head, she was screaming. but on the outside, she was sitting stock-still, shoulders hunched and head down, stiff as a board. Her fur stood on end on her shouldeares.

She shut her eyes tight. There was the funny smell of the little pools, of strange animals she didn't know, and cats she didn't recognise.

The little silver lynx-point opened her eyes again. When she did, she saw a body floating on the water nearest to her. This time, she did scream, leaping to her paws. She knew it wasn't real, the body of heare long, dead mother. But she still screamed

Today was just one of those days.

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ooc:
muse: high
music: swan song (set it off)

You don't even bother anymore.


She doesn't look like she has a particular reason to be here.
If she doesn't know borders, she's obviously not a clan cat.
And traveling alone? No one will miss her.
Shall we?
With pleasure.


You cut to the bone
    Pick up the phone
        To hear my swan song


A foreleg stretched out from the shadows, about to take his first step toward her, but he hesitated. She had come to a sudden stop, and was sitting down, her whole body as stiff as the trunk of a tree. He was standing a few fox-lengths behind her, in the cover of some undergrowth, so he couldn't see her face, and it irritated him. What was she doing? Had she noticed him? What was she going to do next? Should he rush her immediately? Quickly withdrawing his paw from the open air, he crouched in waiting, stomach tingling with anticipation for no particular reason that he could find. Something was about to happen.


I'll admit I'm impressed
    By your vanishing act
        Place your bets on your best guess
                                   {of when you're coming back}


Suddenly, the she-cat's rigid form flew to its feet like a spring uncoiling all at once. A blood-curdling scream seemed to come out of nowhere, and he flinched further back into his hiding place, ears laying flat and eyes wild. A quiet growl rumbled from his throat; he'd never heard anything so horrible and full of terror in his life. Seen them, yes, but what could possibly coax such a sound from a she-cat that had seemed perfectly anchored only a few moments before? A rush of instinct crashed over him and he slipped out from his cover quietly, covering the distance between him and the intruder with swift, silent strides. One might have expected to see the glint of claws as he approached, but there was none, only a slow to his pace as he neared, and eventually, a complete stop. The sunlight outlined his fiery pelt with a soft glow and brightened his dark amber gaze as he paused.

What are you doing? She's panicking, now's your chance!


Draw the curtains, take the stage
    Smoke in mirrors underway
        Hold your breath, here comes the turn...


Birchflame, completely ignoring him, reached out a paw with the intention of placing it comfortingly on her shoulder. Hopefully it wouldn't startle her. "Hey-- hey, are you okay?"

...This is where we all got burned.

[.masquerade.]

Sweet Blasphemy

I raise my heart and sing
that I won't believe this lie.
I know there's something more inside.
When darkness is all you'll see,
This is our Sweet Blasphemy
~Sweet Blasphemy - Black Veil Brides

WORDS: 147 || TAGS:
MUSE: decent || MUSIC: Animal I Have Become {Three Days Grace}

"speech" -- thoughts -- actions

Just close your eyes, take a deep breath. Just...close your eyes...

but with eyes closed, she could still see it. The bird, the eyes. Her heart pounded in her chest. She kept her eyes closed, because it wasn't better one way or the other.

So absorbed in her thoughts was the little cat, she didn't notice anyone was approaching her. A paw touched her shoulder. Her breath caught in her throat and she jumped. She wheeled to face the tom, pale blue eyes wide.

Fear shone in her gaze, her pupils quivering. Was she going to die? Was she somewhere she shouldn't be?

are you okay?

The question caught her off guard. She just stared. She couldn't even attempt to speak, not that she ever tried to. Her limbs twitched, she would run at any second. but she felt held in place at the same time.

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ooc:
muse: high
music: freak show (set it off)

I am a circus freak
    Caught in a cage, caught in a cage
        Staring without a blink
                                    {swallow me whole}


He couldn't say he was surprised when she jerked away from him, whirling around to face him with wide eyes. However, he'd expected her to calm down at the sight of a concerned face, so it was shocking to see how terrified she was of him. The stranger stood with her limbs stiff and an expression of absolute horror, her quivering gaze piercing his heart. From the looks of things, he'd only made it worse. It looked like she was frozen in fear, but she could still bolt at any moment. Birchflame stared at her as she stared at him, taking in the strange tooth, the pale blue eyes and the chaos that they held. Fear; this cat was full of fear. She was on the edge. Like you.


I am a circus freak
    Cut out my heart, cut out my heart
        Loveless and watch me bleed
                                {tear me apart}


Unlike him, she could snap at literally any moment. Any second now, she would lash out at him, or turn and run for the hills without giving him so much as a second thought. He couldn't lie; his heart started to beat faster when he realized that he had found someone else like him, someone who could relate to him, and maybe, just maybe, understand.

Was he hoping for too much?

She's unstable. Get rid of her this instant, she is dangerous.

Birchflame looked her up and down. She was small, terrified, and hyperventilating.

No matter; she deceives you! Get rid of her!

Right.


I've lost myself in make-believe
    I don't wanna go, I don't want to go, make me
        Over and over I've deceived
                                            {I don't wanna go}


Taking a few slow steps back, the fiery tom lowered his head non-threateningly, letting his tail fall. It would be inappropriate to call it a sign of submission, so he instead thought of it as a gesture of comfort, reassurance that he was not going to hurt her. Tall, well-muscled, and confident, he probably didn't make for much of a friendly figure up close, so he put some distance between them first.


You want the form? I can't conform
    'Cause I can't take any more of your tainted bliss
        I've lost myself in make-believe

Slowly, very slowly, he lowered himself, laying down on the rocks a few fox-lengths away. Soft amber orbs held hers gently as he let his belly rest on the ground with his paws in relaxed positions on either side of him. Finally, he rested his head on the ground between them, looking calmly up at her all the while, and, after waiting a couple of seconds, gave her a kind smile that couldn't possibly in any way shape or form provoke her. This was his chance. He couldn't lose her now.

{You can't break me.}

[.masquerade.]

Sweet Blasphemy

I raise my heart and sing
that I won't believe this lie.
I know there's something more inside.
When darkness is all you'll see,
This is our Sweet Blasphemy
~Sweet Blasphemy - Black Veil Brides

WORDS: 121 || TAGS:
MUSE: Low || MUSIC: Better Than - {Skillet}, Overtyou're {BVB}, Over You {Daughtry}, Sally's Song {Amy Lee}, Stereo Hearts {Gym Class Heroes}

"speech" -- thoughts -- actions


He backed away. He left her alone. He wasn't going to hurt her. He was...smiling. She felt her fur lie flat. She felt tears rising behind her eyes, though she didn't know why.

Was he even real? Or was he just another figment of her imagination? but...he had to be real. Because the ones that weren't never left her alone, were never kind. She had this pitiful little look on her face. Like she was being torn apart on the inside.

She just looked at him, unable to say anything or to look away.

Who are you? Where am I? Where is home?

but she couldn't get any of these questions to break the silence. She was too afraid.

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ooc: no lyrics today -w-
muse: good
music: sarcasm (nightcore)

He was getting the feeling he'd just made things worse again. She seemed to have calmed down a little bit, but now her eyes were getting wet, and inwardly, he was starting to panic. Oh, StarClan, he couldn't deal with crying. What if she started crying? Would he have to kill her? If she decided to run after all? Would he have to kill her then, too? A small voice in the back of his mind whispered that this could be so much easier if he just got rid of her now. It went almost entirely ignored.

He watched her as she watched him, and despite the seriousness of the situation, Birchflame began to feel extremely uncomfortable lying there totally vulnerable. Couldn't he have chosen a softer place to cower, at least? White tail-tip twitching restlessly, he waited for what seemed like ages for her to say something, but it became clear that if he continued to have faith that she would make the first move, they would probably both stay there until they rotted. It was probably safe to move a little bit at this point, at least. Raising his head slowly, so as not to startle her, he considered the situation for a moment, looked her up and down again, and realized that it was up to him to start up a conversation. Fortunately, he was good at that.

"Hey," he started, again giving her a comforting smile. His deep amber gaze was warm.  "I'm Birchflame. I'm sorry I startled you. What's your name?" A dozen more questions buzzed around his head, but he pushed them aside for the time being, aware that getting too chatty straight off the bat would make him seem pushy.

[.masquerade.]

Sweet Blasphemy

I raise my heart and sing
that I won't believe this lie.
I know there's something more inside.
When darkness is all you'll see,
This is our Sweet Blasphemy
~Sweet Blasphemy - Black Veil Brides

WORDS: 132 || TAGS:
MUSE: Good || MUSIC: Kryptonite {Three Doors Down}

"speech" -- thoughts -- actions

What was her name?

She'd never been asked that before. She wanted to answer. but at the same time, she didn't. She would sound funny. She knew it. That was why she was so afraid of speaking. She frowned slightly.

but this was the first time someone had made such an effort. She looked up at him, some of the fear evaporated from her eyes.

"I'm...." She almost lost the courage. "Sweet Blasphemy," she finally uttered. The sound of her own voice made her push her ears back and look away. That stupid tooth. It didn't even sound like proper words.

Would he laugh at her? Maybe. She didn't know. She didn't know him.

Maybe he won't, something whispered to her. but she told it she didn't believe it. She sounded ridiculous.

OOC: *casually roleplaying in class while I'm supposed to be doing an essay*

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ooc: .masquerade.
muse: good
music: bleeding out (imagine dragons)

She stared at him. "I'm... Sweet Blasphemy."

Birchflame exhaled, and smiled softly. "Sweet... Blasphemy... huh?" Rolling the words around on his tongue, testing them. "That's a really unusual name." Of course, he didn't miss the strange pronunciation, the jumbled syllables. It was a little hard to understand what she'd said at first, but he was paying very close attention to her reactions anyway, so it was easy, at least for now. Sitting up all the way, he tilted his head curiously at her, tail flicking back and forth. "Well, I like it."

Sweet, Blasphemy. Swweeet, Blassssphemmmy. Mind if I just call you 'Sweet'? Oh, StarClan, that would scare her. "Do you have anyone you're traveling with, maybe? It's kinda dangerous to be alone out here, especially with..." His eyes flicked over her again- small, slender, probably not a great fighter. Anything could come strolling along and make a meal out of her. Well, alright, at least she was quick. He hoped.

[.masquerade.]

TAG || 171 WORDS MUSIC: MUSE: Good OOC;

Sweet Blasphemy I know there's something more inside         He repeated her name and she felt nervousness tug at her. That's a really unusual name.     I know! I'm sorry! Nothing about me is normal! Really... She kept her gaze fixed on something off in the distance. And this was where the laughing started. In her head.     How did you expect this to go any differently? Now look at that, you're disappointed! See where hoping gets you? A voice said, laughing mockingly. She tried to keep it from showing that she felt like crying, though she wasn't sure how well she did. Well, I like it.     The laughing ceased abruptly. The silence hung heavily in her head. She looked confused and her gaze fell back to him. Really? You do? A shy smile appeared on her muzzle.     Did she have anyone she was traveling with? She shook her head. No, she did not.     He said it was dangerous.     "I know," she said, quietly. The jumbling of the words wasn't all that bad here. There was little for her to screw up.

Forged by LUCI OF ADOXOGRAPHY

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ooc: d'aww mine is so short T_T
muse: high
music: none

"I know." There. There! Cracking a big grin, he gave her a wink and said, "You finally smiled!" It was actually reassuring to see some warmth from her. As much as he hated to admit it, he had been starting to tense up; just because he didn't mean any harm to her, didn't mean that she didn't mean any harm to him. but perhaps she was just a scared, insecure cat after all. Or maybe she was playing him for a fool. Oh, well. He was thinking too much.

What do you think?
...We can't very well leave a lady to fend for herself.
Ahahhhh.

Standing up completely, he studied her a moment longer, genuinely curious about this anxious, insecure stranger. "Say, you don't look like you eat too well... no offense. What would you say if I asked you on a little hunt?" he said, smiling enticingly. Of course, there were many kinds of prey. Birchflame sincerely hoped she didn't interpret his question wrongly.

[.masquerade.]

TAG || 184 WORDS MUSIC: MUSE: Good OOC;

Sweet Blasphemy I know there's something more inside You finally smiled!     A little nervous laugh, a little nervous smile. Yes, she did smile. When was the last time she had done that?     Why are you smiling? You don't have any reason to, one of the voices muttered, confused. That struck her in a profound sort of way.     Does everyone need a reason? she asked herself. It was her voice in her head. The others fell silent. For one, glorious moment, it was Sweet Blasphemy alone, asking Sweet Blasphemy a question.     The thought made the smile a little brighter, a little more genuine. You don't look like you eat too well...     She gave a sheepish little shrug. Sometimes she didn't feel hungry, though she hadn't eaten in days, sometimes she just didn't feel like eating, and other times, she was just having dreadful luck.     And then he asked her to hunt. She gave him a confused look. She was on his Clan's territory. Was that allowed? She looked around at the pools around her.     And she certainly didn't want to hunt here. Not with all this water.     The little tabby suppressed a shudder.

Forged by LUCI OF ADOXOGRAPHY