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The Ones We Confide In [Cion]
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Dec 16, 2020 18:53:21 GMT
The last few days had been very, very long ones for Syre.
Cion knew that the BlackGatomon had gone to spend a few days with the family up in Snowpoint, as well as with the Knights of the Rose for her patrol and their errands. For the latter, it wasn't uncommon that Syre would come home with a few bangs and bruises, and sometimes a less-than-stellar attitude about 'work'. Of course, this was all normal, and Syre would usually level out after a bit of healing and a good, long shower.
But after everything that had transpired last night, Syre found herself in a different state of mind. As Cion would come back to the apartment - whether from errands, her own mission, or perhaps even just a walk down to the cafe - the fox would see that Syre was home, her keys left on the end table by the front door. Syre herself, however, wasn't in the living area, nor did she respond to the door opening. If the fox poked around, she'd find the BlackGatomon in their bedroom.
Lying facedown. With her forehead rested flat against her forearms, and her tail low and tense. Even without seeing Syre's face, it would be easy to tell that Syre wasn't in the best state of mind. She was awake, but past that, didn't even seem aware of the world around her.
Damn it... damn it, damn it, damn it. Her teeth were clenched, and her entire body felt like it was resting on needles. Why now, of all times...
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Post by Cion on Dec 16, 2020 20:15:27 GMT
Of course Cion knew that her own and Syre's lifestyle habits differed greatly. In fact, they were almost diametrically opposed. After all, she used to be just like her darling not long ago, but it had become too much of a burden for her to bear. Admittedly, this sentiment had taken literal eons to fully manifest, but this innermost tiredness was likely bound to linger for innumerable dawns and dusks. Fortunately, this was not an issue for either of them.
If the BlackGatomon desired to pursue knight errantry, then that was perfectly fine. She on the other hand preferred to be a homemaker who was occasionally hired as a high-salaried mercenary. The idea of providing for her dearly beloved whenever she returned from her adventures was simply delightful, not to mention the return services that came in the form of affection and kisses. Her duties naturally extended beyond healing the injuries of her sweetheart and regaling her with a long-lasting shower. Their abode was always neat and tidy, their refrigerator filled, and the paperwork finished and out of sight.
She... beamed with pride accomplishing this for the two of them. Perhaps that was the clearest sign of her affinity for the comely felidae there was. Truth be told however, she did not contemplate this or similar notions. Instead, she kept herself occupied by performing aforementioned tasks. Hence, the unassuming fox eventually arrived back home with a sizable shopping bag. She had not forgotten that her love was arriving today, which was why she intended to prepare a feast! Boeuf Stroganoff, but with mackerel, seemed ideal to her.
Yet her rapt smile and dulcet hum quickly faded as she noticed the keys on the table. Due to its chain and a bit of a rationale, she concluded that those were without doubt that of Syre. Oddly enough, Cion's ears did not pick up any sound as they peaked. Her dearest's silken scent caressed her snub nose, but the silence was too deafening to be ignored. Biting her lower lip briefly, she entered the main room, which was bereft of life as well. With a raised eyebrow, she deposited the items on the kitchen counter before investigating the source of this harrowing calm.
Understandably so, it only took the silver fennec a couple of moments until she discovered the whereabouts of the individual she loved above everyone else. Seeing her in this state, an inert antithesis of her jolly self, was likewise unreckoned and upsetting. Call it female intuition, but she was certain that something dreadful had to have transpired. This stance of hers was not how she rested or slept... this was an attempt at isolation. Yet as painful as it was to see her in this way, she refused to let it continue. This too was her proud responsibility as her partner.
Mustering her courage, her decision was set. It was wordlessly, maybe even inaudibly, that the vulpine lady approached their bed on top of which the onyx feline grieved. Taking in a deep breath, she clambered it up to sat down directly adjacent to her. Allowing the warmth of their thin fur and skin to touch, she slowly allowed her gentle paws to descend upon the cat's shoulders and back. The gentlest of motions were utilized to massage her hun with caresses. The same applied as her snout leaned against her neck to nuzzle her for as long as it was needed.
She did not say anything, for she understood that this was counterproductive. No... what was most important was that Syre realized that she was always and unconditionally there for her. To Cion it did not matter if her care was required for minutes or days. The well-being of her lovey was the sole thing that was of importance to her.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Dec 16, 2020 21:14:31 GMT
Alone. Unsafe. Watched.
All of those feelings circulated in Syre's head right now, and though Syre and her family had managed to get by the worst of it, "it" was a frighteningly close call. What if Syre and Mikemon hadn't been up at 1:00 AM? Or what if "it" had happened just a few hours earlier? Heck, Syre knew that "it" could still happen, even if her family was now alert and now under protection of the Knights!
The thought of it all had gotten to Syre, deeply so. With her mind so full of uncertainties, the BlackGatomon had shut down the moment she was in the relative safety of her own apartment. But even that didn't fully alleviate the stress that Syre was feeling. She hadn't even noticed when the door to the bedroom opened, or the soft sound of Cion's feet against the ground.
The moment that Cion rested her hand on Syre's shoulders, the fox would feel the cat tense up, her own claws tensing at the sudden touch. However, once the feline realized just who was there, that small bit of tension relaxed, and she allowed that hand to run through her fur. Even then, it wasn't easy: the BlackGatomon remained like that, for another five minutes, before she'd slowly move to sit up.
There weren't tears in Syre's eyes - rather, the cat's expression was more worn out. She had deep shadows under her eyes, and a definite slouch in her back, indicating that she hadn't slept at all last night. Syre bit her lip, moving her hands forward to massage her calves, as if they had been tensed up for hours on end. Like this, it would be easier for Cion to see that her love's fur was disheveled.
Even in this state, though, she showed her appreciation - looking towards Cion from the corner of her eyes, giving a small nod. "... It's bad." Those two words were obvious, of course. "I... ugh. Something happened yesterday. My family was... targeted. And... we lucked out, but... if it happens again..."
Syre's words started to break down at that. She grit her teeth, wrapped her arms around her legs, and rested her head against her knees, and just growled.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Damn it, why did it have to be something like this! "If I knew where he was I could just deck him and haul his ass to Luminas, but... damn it..."
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Post by Cion on Dec 17, 2020 17:36:10 GMT
This tensity in every fibre of her being... Cion had never witnessed it before in her frequently serene darling. This, and the sentiment that her loving touch was partially responsible for it, caused a weight to manifest on her soul that was almost unbearable. It was painful to behold Syre, the most jocund of all felines, reduced to a broken and scared person. Where was her confidence and poise that she admired so much? What could have possibly transpired to leave her in this harrowing state of suffering? It was beyond her comprehension, but that did not mean that she neglected her duty to take care of her to the best of her abilities.
Slow-moving minutes of staggering silence crept past them without words, during which the silver fennec caressed the onyx felidae with utmost devotion and affectionateness. She hoped that this would yield fruit, and though she was not sure if it was her doing there was a response eventually. Watching her sweetheart sit up slowly, she gave her every bit of space she needed while continuously providing a shoulder and chest to lean. Aureate eyes remained transfixed on her amber ones, wishing to let the afflicted BlackGatomon know that she was not alone to face her distress.
With her ears peaked, the unassuming fox attentively paid attention to everything that her hun explained, and the way she did it. And it was over the course of this explanation that Cion finally attained understanding of this situation's gravity. "Targeted..." She whispered, unable to grasp a concept like this. Syre's family consisted of benevolent and endearing people, many of which she considered cherished friends, so who was intending to harm them? Moreover... how? "But... just like I, you and your parents are ascendants." She stated stutteringly, evidently incapable of comprehending that notion that anyone posed a threat to them.
They were colloquially labeled as 'Super Mega' for a reason. The power to lay waste to entire regions was at their fingertips, and doing so was hardly effortful. In fact, it was an infinitely greater effort to restrain oneself as she did constantly. Interacting normally with the world was otherwise impossible, for one was a single sun amidst an ocean of candlelight. The idea that anything but an equal constituted a danger was well-nigh preposterous. However, she did not know what the menace was, nor did she dismiss her love's woes. Perish the thought, no.
Further statements were but an incomprehensible mess of declarations, bad language and exasperated despair. Biting her lower lip, the vulpine lady ultimately decided to rest her paw beneath her dearest chin. If allowed to do so, she gently lifted her head, noses close to touching each other as her gaze continued to linger. The last thing she wanted was for the candid feline to isolate herself. She knew all too well the anguish that solitude imposed.
"Hey..." She spoke quietly yet kindly, which was followed by a gradually quietening voice that was typically utilized to hush someone beloved. Hoping that disquiet yielded to peace of mind, at least for a moment, she nodded firmly. "Please, Syre. Tell me everything. I am there for you, and of course your parents and siblings. But I need to understand so I can help adequately." She explicated, her dedication to her partner's bliss figuratively carved into her agleam irises. "Just... breath calmly and take your time."
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Dec 17, 2020 19:47:42 GMT
Syre wished it wasn't like this.
Of course, the BlackGatomon didn't want to feel like this, like any touch might set her off into a panic. Just twelve hours ago, the feline even thought that she had steeled herself enough for this, but the few hours that she managed to sleep were racked with thoughts of the "worst case". The more Syre thought about it, the more hopeless the thoughts became, a myriad of 'what-ifs' entering her head.
It was enough to drive her to the edge. She was upset, both at the brink of rage and the brink of sorrow - and honestly, if it were anyone other than Cion, the feline might have snapped there. But as she felt that hand rest under her chin, that forehead press against her's, Syre found her breathing start to level.
It took another minute. Syre gave a nod, closed her eyes, and tried to level herself as much as possible. "... A... about a year ago, before I met you..." the feline steadied her thoughts, "I took a mission to infiltrate an abandoned facility in Terminus, to try and rescue the director's stepdaughter. The facility was a laboratory, built for the purpose of holding kidnapped Digimon and modifying them to be, um, 'fighting drones'. Disturbing at the time, but we managed to break in without incident, and not only rescue the daughter, but shut down the facility overall."
"... And I thought that would have been the end to it." Syre sighed: "But in these past few days, its cropped up again. That laboratory was a remote one, controlled by someone named 'Orion' - and we found evidence that he was still active in the major cities. Were it just that, it would just be an investigation effort, but..."
She bit her lip. "1:00 AM, at my parents' cabin. Thank Sovereign we were all still awake back then - we had an intruder. Someone who wanted to break in, that night, and... try and steal away Amber and Coal." Her two younger sisters. Syre leaned in, grasping her head with both gloved hands. "I drew Orion's attention, and he fucking tried to retaliate by going after them. We have them safe in the Knights' base now, but what am I supposed to do, Cion?" She grit her teeth, feeling her breath quicken. "Be awake at every hour of the day? Wonder who they're going to try and go after next? Dio, or Amy, or you... tch!"
Syre clenched her eyes, wrapped her arms around Cion's back, and buried her face right into the fox's chest.
"I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do..." Those words repeated, as tears finally started to stream from Syre's eyes.
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Post by Cion on Dec 17, 2020 21:12:09 GMT
As good as it was witnessing her dearly beloved accept her comforting embrace, the tale which followed left Cion appalled. It was not the first time that she encountered tales of digital brainwashing and augmentation. Heck, in a sense, that was precisely what so-called Xros Generals did, and she was acquainted with at least one to know that it was true. Furthermore, foul devices such as black spires served as a means to inhibit and corrupt simultaneously. Their rotten fruit was the complete antithesis of advancement, and its very nature was simply odious in her point of view.
Heh... It was almost poetic that the past once again returned to haunt the serenity she had found. It was not her who was the catalyst for it this time, though that was hardly of concern to her. Moreover, her thoughts and opinions were not relevant for the matter at hand. What mattered was the insight she attained, and the well-being of Syre and her relatives. It perhaps was a blessing of fate that nobody was harmed, but this was a gamble not worth risking anew. This enemy, 'Orion'... it had an identity and an impetus. Worse, she knew exactly what unbound zeal could lead to.
What tore at the silver fennec's soul the most however was to realize the selflessness in her darling's words and feelings. She seemed so concerned for the safety of those she cherished that she neglected her own. It was a sentiment that the vulpine sentinel understood perfectly. The mere idea of her brother's kin, or perish the thought Syre herself, being aggrieved was... too infuriating to be permitted to fester. She would do anything to see their rapt smiles, so why should this perilous situation be any different?
As her life partner closed her amber eyes, sensing the firm touch of the BlackGatomon tugging at her back and chest, she remained calm and composed at first. This forced poise lasted only until she gasped quietly, perceiving the cold tears of the onyx felidae stream along her skin and fur. Someone... had made her love cry.
A silence, empty yet viscous, pervaded both their reality and the one within her mind. Muscles and sinews tensed to a nearly incomprehensible extent during their embrace, as mat irises flared up with a sun's fervor. Her paws were virtually splayed claws that sought to rend the corpus of her prey. Beneath sealed lips were the bared canines of a wolverine raised against all intruders opposing her. She was at the absolute edge of losing her composure, with her otherwise quiescent core rapidly accelerating as an undeniable proof for the contempt she felt.
"But I do." Cion declared firmly after her well-loved feline ran out of breath to lament her suffering. Her statement was so full of determination and animosity that it was bereft of emotion. It was the focus and boiling blood of a hunter that she was emanating well-nigh visibly. The compassionate lady had given way for a true apex predator, a side of hers otherwise never witnessed. Someone who could not be bargained with, or reasoned with... not feeling pity, remorse or fear... and never, ever stopping until the hunt was triumphant. That was the imminence befalling all and everything who hurt those she held close to her heart.
Balancing rancor and compassion was difficult, but the welfare of her partner, who she loved above anything, was more important than her bottomless hatred. Hence she granted her sweetheart the peace she needed to ease herself.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Dec 18, 2020 21:26:43 GMT
If Syre was in a better state of mind, she may have perhaps beheld Cion's rage - the practical aura of data that the enraged fennec radiated, the 'hunting edge' that Cion had to her voice. But right here, in the moment, the BlackGatomon couldn't take note of any of that.
Her face simply buried itself into Cion's chest. As she exhausted her words, she took a long breath, choked with her own tears, and simply 'let it all out' over the next few minutes, until, slowly, the BlackGatomon's grip started to relax. Amidst all of this, Cion might not have expected what had just happened:
Syre fell asleep.
She had been up, at this point, for over 40 hours, with all of this on her mind. Having been robbed the chance of a peaceful night's sleep before, the BlackGatomon simply gave out, collapsed against Cion's frame. From the look of Syre's eyes and the 'heavy' feeling of her limbs, Cion would be able to tell just how tired Syre was, her fatigue shaving away at the walls of her emotional stability.
If Cion left the cat to rest, she'd have several hours to put together a plan, make arrangements, tend to the house, or even just stay by Syre's side and let those thoughts and ideas stew in her head. As it was, it wouldn't be for another eight or ten hours when Syre would finally stir awake again. She'd stir, and slowly try and sit up, a hand resting against her head.
"Ugh..."
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Post by Cion on Dec 18, 2020 22:39:36 GMT
Good... she had fallen asleep. Of course it was easy for Cion to tell, even in her hightened state of odium, how battered and bruised her dearly beloved was. It was not only her emotional distress which had taken a toll on her vitality, but the entirety of her nightmare. The stress of such perpetual tension was exhausting, and her knight in shining armor had fought valiantly until the very end. Now it was time for her to rest, and let her life partner take over to deal with this duress. The huntress knew what needed to be done, and no legion would stand in her way.
As Syre awoke, she would find herself not where she had claimed respite. Instead, wrapped in several layers of woolen blankets with a mattress of pillows beneath her, it was the spacious couch of their living room on which she reposed. The noon's light had yielded to nocturne's sea of stars and the city's varicolored sheens - a vista that was common near winter solstice. As was the faint surge of rain colliding with their picture windows, though it was muffled by blinds and curtains. The luminance within their four walls was dim, accentuated by the royal decor, but that was without doubt intentional.
The first thing that the onyx felidae likely experienced was... nothing. Whatever physical harm had befallen her had, unsurprisingly so, been mended by the vulpine sentinel and her prowess in support, including exponentially accelerated healing. However, she could not undo her probably disordered circulation. Recovery alone was capable of doing this. This potentially explained her headache. Thirst and hunger presumably played a role as well. Fortunately, with the aptitude of a practiced homemaker at their disposal, this was another issue that was resolved.
As the black feline arose, one paw clutching her head, she would discover the table in front of her cramped with dishes, beverages, and workaday life medicine from local stores. The food, while cold, was a nutritious mix of steamed vegetables, fried potatoes and improvised sushi rolls from the remaining filet of her catch. The drinks were an assortment of anything her darling fancied, along with simple mineral water. Next to all of this resided their remote, and humorously so the controllers for their entertainment devices. A distraction during these dire straits did not hurt.
Nonetheless, it was almost eerily silent in their shared home, with merely the hushed beeps of technology indicating an audible presence of someone else. Yet it required but a brief glance for the BlackGatomon to realize that she was in fact not by herself. Sitting on a window sill and leaning against the wall, as she occasionally did, was the silver fennec. Her aureate eyes, eradiating focus and fervor, frequently shifted from the device in her hand to the outside and back again. Said gadget was what humans referred to as a 'smartphone' - a miniature multipurpose computer.
Why was it that she focused on it so intently. Well - that was self-evident, was it not? She had made an oath to herself and the one she loved above all others, and nobody nor nothing would prevent her from fulfilling it. It was... just like the night she had first met Owen. This time however, the past would not crow over her. Not now, and not ever again.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Dec 19, 2020 16:58:41 GMT
Not necessarily nothing. What Syre noticed when she woke up was that she felt a lot better than when she went to sleep - and that she was lying on a pile of soft pillows, nestled under a few comfortable, fluffy sheets. Slowly, the cat would stir and sit up, gently moving those sheets aside, blinking as she took stock of where she was:
In the living room. With a number of comfort foods and non-carbonated drinks in front of her. The feline gave a slow blink, turning to look out the window for a moment, just to check the time. There, she saw Cion, sitting in the windowsill and tapping away at her phone, highlighted by the twilight of the city next to her. For the moment, Syre did not interrupt, just taking a moment to pinch her sinus.
"I looked like a mess, didn't I..." Muttering that to herself, Syre sat up, and grabbed a bottle of mineral water, as well as a few fried potatoes and a single piece of sushi. After having gone through all of that, finally getting something filling down really helped Syre to perk up. Her breathing was now steady, her ears back to standing up. And after a few minutes, the cat would actually turn on the TV, turn down the volume, and pick up one of the controllers. Syre's game of choice right now?
Tetris.
Something she could push back through the title screen into a standard game, without more than a few button presses - and something that fit well with Syre's preferred method of thinking, much like chess or backgammon. It didn't take long for the screen to be a colorful display of pieces and fast drops, the faint sound of the TV and the clicking of the controller dominating the other noises of the house.
Syre herself? She looked much more composed, much more put together than last night. If Cion looked at Syre, the fennec would see that Syre's gaze was tense. Yes, she was focused on the game, but it went deeper than that.
She had the eyes and the emotionless gaze of a hunter - once more considering all of the facts she knew in a more clear mind. The wavelength she was on was the exact same as her love's - so much so that when Syre spoke, one walking in might think they were in the middle of the conversation:
"Crushing that 'skull' will be tricky. Despite finding both a lab and a 'front' office, none of us know where Orion operates from, or what he even looks like. But the way he operates can't exist without a trace." Syre's tail flicked behind her. "Personnel, with an internal chain of command. Supplies, those both aware and unaware of what Orion is doing. Muscle, both hired and created from his victims. All of it..."
Syre's eyes glinted, switching over a saved 'line' piece, quickly slamming down two of them in a row to clear eight lines.
"... ties back to funding. We find the money. We find the snake."
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Post by Cion on Dec 20, 2020 20:06:02 GMT
Of course, despite being occupied with a crucial task of utmost importance, Cion noticed the awakening of her dearly beloved. From the corner of her aureate eyes, she watched as Syre arose with vigor and retained self-composure. Had she looked like a mess? Perhaps, but to the silver fennec she would always be the most beautiful feline in all the realms. This naturally included both her comely appearance and her gracious soul. Besides, taking care of her and what had befallen her was of infinitely greater significance than looks.
It was good to see that her darling dined on what was provided, which undoubtedly was nutritious comfort food and refreshing beverages. Hopefully it sufficed to reinvigorate her fully. If not, she was certainly going to solve that issue, but it appeared as if that was not necessary. Furthermore, it seemed that her second attempt at sushi had not been another faux pas. Splendid. Smiling contently, she granted her sweetheart every moment she required to find her foothold. She barely had an idea of what the BlackGatomon had gone through, hence she did not wish to assume. Moreover... they faced trying times, so any minute of respite was precious.
Nonetheless, it was almost surprising to behold her actually attempting to distract herself. By the sounds that their electronics produced, the vulpine lady knew that it was a retro game that she played. It made sense, as it demanded a lot of concentration, yet not focus. Such entertainment, once attuned to, was well-nigh automatic. And while she preferred more engaging ways to amuse herself, this was likely for the best. The calm remained, thus the duo could tend to what they had on their mind. That was until her love finally broke the silence between them.
It was not only Syre's facial expression and stance that resembled that of a huntress - a predator - but the inflections in her dulcet voice as well. If it was not for the circumstances whence this mindset came she would have greeted it with an enchanted grin, for they shared it. But this was not the time for antics and shenanigans, which was a sentiment they silently agreed upon. Therefor she listened to what her hun wished to say with an open heart and peaked ears. In the end, nothing was left over to add, except... "Precisely."
The way she spoke this single word with unyielding confidence and approval was unambiguous. This was, among a few other leads, the main path she pursued. Sighing quietly, she put her phone on standby and stood up. Slowly striding towards her dear, she sat down on the couch. Softly leaning against her no longer enwrapped life partner, she simply observed her playing while providing warmth and companionship. "Several dozen contacts; government officials and friends with information networks alike. If one can provide but a single piece of evidence... then the hunt begins." She assured, knowing that they had to be patient, if only briefly.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Dec 21, 2020 16:33:40 GMT
The idea, at least, was nothing short of invigorating.
Both Syre and Cion had near the same set of eyes, dedicated to 'hunting' and dragging Orion out from under the shadows. Unfortunately, as it was, leads were difficult to come by. Those that were currently benefiting from Orion's mis-deeds were most likely doubly afraid of losing their profits and of having to face the consequences of their crimes. Heck, depending on how deep this scandal went, perhaps it would be those that were independently trying to investigate that would find themselves on the wrong side of the law.
"... In the end, it might not be us that ends up cornering him." Syre gave a sigh, shaking her head. "But the more pressure we can put on him, the better. Any lead could turn up that silver bullet that leads right to him. Until then..." The screen before the feline gave a flash, the feline easily hitting the 100 line mark as they mulled over their plans. "... I guess we can't let it control us."
The cat's tail gave a flick. "I panicked yesterday, but after that scare, we know that Orion's going to try something. Between the protection of the Knights, Silence, and Mikemon, no-one will be able to mess with my little sisters. And once the news spreads, everyone else will know to keep their eyes open to the threat. Not saying we don't need to snuff it out - Coal wants to travel. The only way she'll be able to do that is if there's no longer a threat of someone specifically targeting her."
To that thought, Syre gave a smile.
"Until that lead comes up, we'll just have to keep our eyes open. But we can't have a 'mon whose too afraid to come out into the open control everything we do, right?"
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Post by Cion on Dec 21, 2020 19:44:04 GMT
As she continued leaning gently against Syre, Cion quietly noticed the rapid yet delightful shift in her dearly beloved's poise and mindset. Gone was the previously trepidant kitten, having yielded to the true cat of prey she was. This certainly was a huge relief to the vulpine huntress, who nonetheless remained focused on their task at hand. Maybe fate did not want them to wipe out this fiend and its operations, and perhaps they were but catalysts to this goal. No matter how events were bound to play out, she was certain about one thing - she would not rest until she knew their enemy eliminated.
"Verily so." She nevertheless responded with calm approval in her dulcet voice. This threat did not have to affect their daily grind nor psyche. Submitting to concerns and disquiet only served to hamper their odds, which was a boon she was not willing to grant their adversary. The onyx feline was correct with her assessments from where she stood, as they, and their family and friends, were ascendants of nearly unrivaled power. As long as they stayed vigilant, there was no reason to be afraid. However, they of course wanted everyone liberated from this vexing menace.
Smiling alongside her darling, the silver fennec took in a deep yet hushed breath. Eventually, her arm wound itself softly around her sweetheart's shoulder and waist. She wished to hold and feel her, and again clarify that she was by her side regardless of what they faced. As sappy as it sounded, to her their bond was infinitely greater than any evil could ever hope to be. Their passion gave them unparalleled fervor, be it for themselves or their kin. They were among the most powerful in the digital realm, and together no challenge was beyond their prowess.
Feeling the previous odium fade from her awareness, it was then that the unassuming fox sensed her limbs grow numb and heavy. She had not been awake for as long as her dearest, but... it had to be close to 24 hours. Gosh, she had not even dined on anything for this period. Hopefully, her hun did not mind her claiming a few morsels for herself. At least she did not have to dread the idea of losing out on a sushi roll. "Shall... we enjoy a cooperative or competitive game?" She asked in a laid-back way, curious to learn if her love was up for it.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Dec 23, 2020 18:14:22 GMT
Syre wasn't going to pretend that everything was fine.
Logical and calm as the BlackGatomon was being at the moment, she knew that the next few weeks - or god forbid, months - were going to be a constant state of uncertainty. Such was the nature of this unseen, conniving villain that threatened the nature of their friends and family. They had to be mindful, but not let their fears control them. And for that?
It was a huge blessing that the two had their partner to lean on. As Cion took a seat, Syre relaxed in the fennec's grip, and leaned her head right against the Arniomon's shoulder. Of course, the feline didn't mind as her love helped herself - there was a large spread on the table as it was - and as the topic turned to something more casual, Syre flashed a grin. One last line piece slammed into place, finishing the round with 203 cleared lines, as the BlackGatomon set the controller aside.
"Eh... Mario Kart, I think. I'd still rather not think if I can help it." The feline chuckled, reaching a careful paw up to scratch behind Cion's neck. "But what is it now, one in the morning? I'm wide awake, and you're about to pass out. Gonna be hell trying to get our sleep schedules back in sync."
Syre's tail gave a flick at that small tease. Well, this wouldn't have been either one of their first all-nighters, given their line of work!
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