His heart felt as if it was torn in two, weeping as he had earlier. Squeezing his eyes shut, he curled closer to the figure in his arms, finding comfort in her familiar smell, the feel of her body against his, the only comfort he had left. He buried his face against her shoulder as he wrapped his unfeeling arms tighter around her, drawing her closer to him. Like this they lay, as he slowly drifted off into the blackness of sleep. He drifted in blackness, only semi-conscious. Images of her, of Sharp, flashing across his mind. The first time they met, him still clad in fatigues, her revealing her rows of razor sharp teeth in a challenging smile, only inches away from his face. And him responding in kind. The image faded as another scene took its place. Her turning on him, suddenly jumping at him, knocking him down, only to forcefully kiss him. Him freezing up, mind blank. It's quickly swept away as another fills his view. Him lounging in a chair at Taranis, Sharp and others sitting on the table in front of him. Another. The view through a USAF EVA suit's HUD, peering past the bulky suits of the others, to get a glimpse of Sharp at the front, with Order Knights. Him gripping tightly onto her, him still encased in power armor, as a skull headed mutant attempts to drag her off. The feel of her hand stroking his head and through his plumage, as her voice cut through the darkness that encased him. Her sitting beside him in her room in the tree, listening intently as he spoke. Her standing waste deep in water, tinted red with his blood, tears carving through the water on her face. Her and Quickclaw cuddling with him after he revealed a portion of his past. Her cradling him in her arms as he revealed his past to her. They all were swept away one after another, each one causing the pain in his heart to hurt more and more. Until the final image flashed across his mind, causing it to scream out in protest, trying to claw out of the dream. Sharp lay dead, bloody with sap, her eye glazed over and blank. He shot out of the blackness of the dream with a start, his fluff once more soaked with tears. His body shaking. He buried his face deeper into Petal's shoulder as sobs racked his body once more. She hugged him close, comforting him, as the sobs eventually died down. Eventually, he drifted off into a fitful sleep, his dreams filled with the memories of three he had loved, each dead. ((Just a short little expert of something I typed up. Basically this is what the night was like for Felith, after sharp died.))
(( such sad so depress i cri evertim many deep wow 3tragic5u y u do dis That was actually really awesome. Before this I really didnt care much about Sharptooth but ugh now I feel so bad.))
((GAH. DOGE. KILL IT WITH FIRE. And thanks, I think? This is like, the second thing of writing I've actually finished, and made public.))
((well I think you did a fantastic job. It was very evoking and I really felt for your character. Congrats 10/10))
(( Let's all take a moment to remember how much she had it coming and offer a bit of thanks to those who may or may not have say . . . chucked the bitch into the Abyss. ))
((And I shot the FUUUUUUUCK out of her gut. And lived to tell the tale. Well maybe not much longer, but still.))
