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Post by Timur on Jul 14, 2016 1:59:43 GMT
Sam Winchester A smile would cross Sam's face as Fawnpelt spoke, only half awake. They had wrapped up their job yesterday, so Fawnpelt had all the time in the world to sleep. Sam shifted ever so slightly, happy to just look at Fawn as she slept. It was kind of stalkerush, but he was in the same bed as her, so it really wasn't. Sam didn't have to wait long for her to wake up again, and when she looked up she would see a smile, a smile that had never left his face. Then the female spoke, and he chuckled. "It couldn't be that bad." Sam said, giving her an affectionate squeeze. He was glad that she sounded confident, a big improvement from the night before.
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Post by Pebble on Jul 14, 2016 2:26:31 GMT
It was contagious, the smile. She gave her normal, crooked jaw smile before her gaze shifted to around the room. The events of before came to her and she slowly lost the smile. At his words, she nodded. "Hopefully." She would muttered, flinching ever so slightly. Her mind had wandered to kits, and that led to the death of them. Yet she quickly focused back on Sam. When her mind wandered, it led to terrible things. She had to train her mind not to do things like that. If she could hide emotions, she could train her mind.
How ever, for now, she would focus on something else. Her opal. A sudden weight on her neck and she moved just a bit to pull up the necklace. She moved, sitting up to finally open the sack. It had been closed since the move. It may as well be time to open it. She opened the sack and pulled out the beautiful opal. Which sent her to a flash back.
"What is this?" Fawnpelt looked at the opal. Bob shrugged. "You said you liked opals, so I got you one instead of the flower." "Oh its so beautiful! Thank you!"
She hadn't realized she was crying until a tear dropped onto the opal. She quickly wiped it away and wiped any tears from her face. This opal was her life. It was the only thing she had left of happy memories, when everyone was alive and okay.
//I'll admit, it tore my heart a little bit writing this one.
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Post by Timur on Jul 14, 2016 2:41:38 GMT
Sam Winchester Sam was happy that they were with each other, happy that she seemed happy. Honestly, anything could of happened. Dean could of walked in on them kissing, they could of been attacked by a spirit, maybe a vampire got into the house and they fought it off, they made out with each other until they were both tired and went to bed, the list of possibilities went on and on. Something happened, that was for sure. Then Sam noticed that Fawnpelt opened a small sack around her neck, revealing a shiny black gemstone. He sat up as well, the blankets shifting as he did so. "It's beautiful, just like you." the Hunter breathed, he reached a hand out to hold it, but hesitated, wanting to make sure that its owner was ok with it. "May I?" Sam asked, a simple statement that asked for permission, something that would tell him yes she was ok with it, or no she wasn't. Either way was ok with him, whatever Fawnpelt was happy with.
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Post by Pebble on Jul 14, 2016 2:57:35 GMT
'It's beautiful just like you.' The words bounced in her head, bringing back another happy memory.
"Bob! Look at the bird! It can help you with your studies!" Fawn exclaimed, pointing out a black aand blue bird. "Yes. It's beautiful. Just like you." "Ain't you just the charmer."
She smiled. Actually smiled for once at a memory. She missed Bob. He was so confusing, unsure of how to confess his love to Fawn. She looked at Sam, nodding as she passed the precious thing over to him. She sighed deeply, trying to grasp her happy memories. "You remind me of someone I once knew." She admitted to Sam, staring straight ahead. "Someone who opened my eyes for the world." She added.
"Come on, Fawnpelt! We are almost there!" Bob's voice sounded excited, like when he made a new discovery. She could only huff a playful sigh as they broke through of the forest into a little open feild. Ahead was the ocean and a little ledge they could sit on. Her eyes widened as she looked around. The ocean reflected the stars, making the sky endless. On the beach danced thousands of fireflies. Little stars. It was beautiful.
Fawn sighed happily, looking at Sam, eyes lit with a spark of happiness.
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Post by Timur on Jul 14, 2016 3:29:00 GMT
Sam Winchester Sam took the stone in his hand, studying it. It was smooth and sleek, black and shiny. Had it been polished? Where did she get it? Surely Fawnpelt didn't buy it, and she seemed to of had it before she had the chance to buy it. He would keep his questions unsaid for now, and listened to what she said. "I'm going to take that as a compliment." Sam said, handing the gemstone back and gently wrapping his arms around Fawnpelt.
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Post by Pebble on Jul 14, 2016 3:37:51 GMT
Fawnpelt looked at the river opal before putting it back in her sack. As soon as she tightened it, Sam wrapped his arms around her. "You should. He was my mate." Her voice was slightly more depressed as she said this, her fingers playing with the necklace. She leaned into him, humming ever so quietly. "He always seemed to know what I would do before I even knew it. He... was something else." She muttered. Her green eyes looked at the wall before she looked up at Sam, eyes still lit with a spark. "He showed me what life was really about." She added. "Your still better." She reached up and booped him, smiling as she did so.
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Post by Timur on Jul 14, 2016 3:56:01 GMT
Sam Winchester Was her mate? He figured that stuff like love and marriage was different from cats to humans, and Fawn had grown up a cat and was an adult so it made sense. Sam wondered what happened to him, and why she said was in a more down tone, but figured that if she wanted him to know, she would tell him. It was simple. He sighed happily as she leaned into him, drinking in her words. Fawn seemed to still think highly of him, so he must of been a good person, no cat. He would start to rock gently back and forth rhythmically. "I bet I teach you a thing or two yet." Sam said, and not just about hunting or how to use a gun. Sam then planted a gentle kiss on her nose, and would ask "So, since we finished up that job we've got some free time. Maybe I could take you out to dinner or we could go see a movie together or something?" whatever Fawn wanted, and it would give them some 'alone' time where they didn't have to worry about Dean or Larkbeat or Benedict walking in on them. A date, which he was almost certain Fawnpelt would love.
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Post by Pebble on Jul 14, 2016 4:06:01 GMT
Fawn knew what dinner was. But her face twisted into one of confusion. "Movie?" She would ask, trying to jar her memory of a movie. Then she remembered something. "Oh! Kinda like The Lion King? Or Oliver and Company?" She would ask, eyes lighting up at the fact she knew what a movie was. StormClan had a movie night once. She went alone, but The Lion King was a nice movie. Infact, she had felt proud of her 'ancestors' after that movie. And popcorn! She loved popcorn. "I vote movie. And we better get popcorn." She said, her voice playfully threatening. Salty popcorn. She then realized that StormClan really had a thing for salt.
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Post by Timur on Jul 14, 2016 4:12:39 GMT
Sam Winchester His happy smile changed to that of an amused smile, before slowly shifting back to happy again. He was actually kind of surprised that she knew the names of some movies, but maybe in her old world cats were more advanced than they were here. "Yeah, like that but at a building with a huge screen and other people watching the movie as well. It's called a movie theater." Sam explained, his face morphing to an amused expression once again. "Movie and popcorn sounds good to me. You ok with tonight? We can decide on a movie together, or I can surprise you." he said, a happy face returning once again.
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Post by Pebble on Jul 14, 2016 4:18:21 GMT
Fifty Shades of Grey
Fawn nods. "We had one of those set up at StormClan once. It was outside though." She informed him, before smiling at his words. "Surprise me." She would much rather him surprise her than for her to pick a really awkward movie or something like that. Besides, in her mind it would be... more romantic. Her mind drifted to Lark and Dean. Maybe, just maybe, she could convince those two to watch a movie together Fifty Shades of Grey. It might help bring the two closer together, to get rid of the tension between the two. That or maybe a little party between the group. That would be fun. Or just a movie night, or maybe even a gaming night.
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Post by Timur on Jul 14, 2016 4:32:08 GMT
Sam Winchester StormClan must be where she had lived. Cats must of been more advanced, to live in groups they called clans. "That sounds perfect." Sam said. With how Dean and Larkbeat were getting along, getting them to go to a movie together would be hell. Dean would likely be fine with a small party, but he definitely would not go on anything close to a date with Lark. At least that's what Sam thought. Then he would try and place a slow kiss on Fawnpelt's cheek, closing his eyes and enjoying the moment.
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Post by Pebble on Jul 14, 2016 4:38:01 GMT
Fawn faintly chuckled. "Perfect, perfect, wouldn't change a thing about you." She says in a slightly singing tone. She catches him attempting to plant a kiss on her cheek and during the last few moments she turned quickly, kissing him on the lips. She then pulled back, smiling brightly. "You were made for me." She added to her little tune before wiggling out of his grasp and making her way to the door. She clicked and left, aiming to get some food.
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Post by Timur on Jul 14, 2016 4:57:27 GMT
Sam Winchester He was quite surprised when Fawnpelt's lips were felt under his, instead of her cheek. But it was a happy surprise, and he welcomed it. Honestly, Sam didn't ever want the moment to end, but as usual, it did, and all too soon for Sam. He loved Fawnpelt, and everything about her. His green gaze would follow Fawn as she got off the bed and walked out of the room, and his hand would trail down to hold hers for a brief moment before it fell back to his side. Needless to say, Sam was falling salt over silver for Fawnpelt, as was made quite obvious as he sat there for a minute as if she was still in the room, before realizing that he probably should change his clothes and comb his lion mane.
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Post by Pebble on Jul 14, 2016 5:15:13 GMT
Fawn's attention was stolen by a box of blueberries. Her eyes widened, she took the box. She loved blueberries. And so now these were her blueberries. She devoured half the box by the time she got back to her room, where she focused on clean blueberry blood off of her fingers despite still eating some at a time. Eventually though, she felt generous and left her future self some for later, laying them on the bed rest.//le unsure of what to doo. Fawn wakes up with bootyful hair.
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Post by Timur on Jul 14, 2016 5:19:43 GMT
Sam Winchester By the time Fawn had gotten back, Sam had managed to get himself back to his own place where a change of clothes was, as well as a couple of weapons that could use some polishing. He could do it later that day, so he grabbed a change of clothes and went to the bathroom to change. Sam finished and exited the bathroom, putting the dirty clothes with the others, and then pulled up his laptop to search for which movie theater they should go to and which movie they should watch.
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