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|aradia corentine salem||
Posted: Aug 19 2015, 11:55 PM
THERE'S NO REMEDY FOR MEMORY
“GRIMM!” It wasn’t often that Aradia’s precious feline friend made a break for it, leaping down the fire escape outside Aradia’s apartment or running in the opposite direction of where Aradia was going, but every so often he took on a somewhat wilder side, and in a flash he’d make up his mind to bolt. For a cat, he was a loyal creature; he was as attached to his mistress as a cat could get, acting as her closest friend and confidante, and he seemed to know that his mistress relied on him very heavily. Of course, it was not uncommon for people to depend on their pets for love and affection, but Aradia was different, always had been. Her curse made her unpredictable to most, often difficult to read and always hard to connect with, and the fact that the soul inside her living body had been dead for three hundred years made it rather difficult for her to find friends with shared life experiences. Anyway, she wasn’t entirely sure if she even wanted friends – she’d been betrayed by too many people in the past, sent to her death by people who hadn’t bothered to even know her before they judged her unworthy of her simple life, and her hesitance and fear of those around her left her stranded in solitude, holding tightly to whatever small comforts she could find on her own. In the time before she found Grimm in a pet store, she’d had a hard time even leaving her apartment without struggling with herself and ending the afternoon having electrocuted someone then run to hide back in the safety of her own space. She’d been without an anchor, spiraling and drifting, trying desperately to make sense of the fact that she had been dead for three hundred years and was now once again living as a young woman in a world she didn’t recognize. Though she’d bought Grimm on a whim one day when her witchy side had taken over and she’d begun to do everything she could to support the idea that she had powers and would very much like to use them, she’d quickly found that buying Grimm had been the best decision she’d made in New York thus far.
He was everything she needed. She’d loved him first simply for what he was – a black cat, a witch’s familiar – but he’d very quickly come to be even more than that. When she woke in the night, screaming curses and pleas, with the snap of her own neck ringing in her ears, he was a comfort, climbing into her lap and soothing her with his soft, warm fur and gentle purring. When she was angry and lightning bolts spread between her fingers, he hovered close by, keeping his distance so he wouldn’t get electrocuted, but remaining close at hand for when her anger broke into inevitable despair and crippling loneliness. When she wrote her ghost stories, he curled up on her feet or in her lap and slept, and when she went out, he trailed close behind her or rode on her shoulders, silently judging the people they passed by. This companionship was wildly important to the lonely little ghost girl as much as it was to her angry witch counterpart; no matter how either may deny it, both were in deep need of friends. The only trouble was that Grimm, like his mistress, was a bit different from the others of his kind – he sought out people of power, those who shared something with his mistress, and he cozied up to them. In the past, Aradia had been both glad of this tendency and betrayed by it; it had brought her to Cassandra, but it had also once brought her to Norman. She had no idea where he would lead her this time, or if this was it and he was finally running away.
She lost sight of him in Central Park. She was a fast runner, but cats were quicker and more agile than humans by far, and eventually he’d disappeared behind a stand of trees. She’d shouted after him, heartbroken, but for the moment he’d disappeared. Desperate to find her only friend, Aradia had slowed, panting, but continued her search, trying to slow the heaving of her lungs and the beating of her heart. She couldn’t lose him now – she’d either find him today, or he’d wander back later. He loved her, right? She needed him to love her. Without him, she had no one. He knew this. A small flash of anger lit in her chest, and she began calling him once again. “Grimm?! Where are you? I don’t want to play your game today! Grimm!”
Thank you Mira for this amazing siggy!
|bastian binx cross||
Posted: Oct 4 2015, 01:11 PM
two roads intersected
in a yellow wood
tag - ara - notes: kitty kat breathren
Look around - There's no one but you and me - Right here and now - The way it was meant to be - There's a smile on my face - Knowing that together everything that's in our way - We're better than alright / Take me now - The world's such a crazy place - When the walls come down - You'll know I'm here to stay - There's nothing I would change - Knowing that together everything that's in our way - We're better than alright - Walking between the raindrops - Riding the aftershock beside you - Off into the sunset - Living like there's nothing left to lose - Chasing after gold mines - Crossing fine lines we knew
walking between the raindrops
Between the raindrops with you
Hold on and take a breath - I'll be here every step - Walking between the raindrops with you