The Night we Met // Kold

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YOU SHOULD HAVE LEARNED BY NOW - I'LL BURN THIS WHOLE WORLD DOWN!

Kold's eyes met Olalla immediately after he mentioned an illness, a glimpse of horror swimming in those obsidian eyes as she listened to him. An illness so young... the visions of her mother, vile and raving and frothing at the mouth, swam in her head. She grimaced and glanced away, steeling herself for the time being. But she leaned closer to Olalla, her paw never leaving him.

As he continued, the horror in her eyes became more and more prevalent, though not entirely because of him. She thought of Boy, of the tiny, quiet kitten she'd been raising. What would have happened, if he wasn't so strangely quiet? It terrified her to think about it, and yet... She turned to look at Olalla as he admitted to the crime. There was no anger in her eyes, how could there be? With how he was reacting and... how he'd admitted to being scared of hurting Boy. As was she. Terrified that one day..

After a minute of silence, she started. "I'm terrified that, one day, I'll end up killing Boy. Through some mad break in sanity, or on accident. I'm scared that, one day, I'll snap... just like.." Her voice trailed off, and she slowly retracted her paw. "Like what happened with his birth parents.."

Kold Darcia Ní Broin - Pitt - Marauder

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