[M][P] And the bodies hit the floor.

Levent Kartal · 03-20-2012, 08:36 AM

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<3 Levent is beyond freaking out omg issues

The girl collapsed in his arms for comfort, quaking with sobs. His hands went to work stroking her fur and rubbing her back and providing every amount of tactile comfort that he could while he pressed his nose between her ears. His blue eyes gazed off into space in the direction of the dead cat lying like an old coal, an ember that had finally burnt out. Wilson pressed against the canines was white fire in comparison, but oh—Levent still found himself whimpering. Rarely was he so empathic, as he was normally taking advantage of others’ emotions to swindle them out of a fair trade or take something simpler from them such as information or touch. But this was the worst scenario for him to happen upon, and one that struck such a chord in him. He wasn’t even sure whether he was crying for her and her feline companion or himself.

The man did not answer her question. It was obvious, and it was something she would have to confirm for herself once more, whether through gaze or smell or thought. There was not a breath left in the withered old queen’s body. He sighed and rubbed at his nose with a fist before looking across at the tomcat, allowing the prayer to come, hoping it would provide some comfort as well. He would do the other death rites he’d found in the tattered pages of his book, but he wasn’t sure if the girl would like that or if they even had the necessary means for cleaning. But at least the prayer was said, what little of the prayer he’d salvaged in the smeared pages. At least she could escape from her winter body and come alive again, vernal, in cennet.

Wilson was clutched, but despite his discomfort with strangers, the feline only purred and lay still. His ears flicked at her words, and he was the one to speak to her this time as Levent gazed off into space. “You did nothing wrong, duck,” he meowed gently as if he were an old woman himself. “She was old and sick and it was her time.” His rough tongue rasped her on the muzzle.

“It is not ever your fault,” Levent said again, stroking her hair, but he gave his head a shake and looked out into space again, murmuring too low for them to hear. “Ben hayal edilemedi, ben hayal edilemedi.”

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