JETTHORN. [deliver me.]

[Dawn]

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JETFANG.

[/color][/size]looking up from underneath fractured moonlight on the sea reflections still look the same to me as before I went under

She regarded him, and he her, and Jetfang felt as if this was the storm his premonition had warned him of earlier. He was a bundle of nerves, divided, and his skin tingled, goose flesh spreading rapidly and causing his fur to stand on end in places. Lately he'd felt as if his life was like a cliff. He had started out several fox lengths from the edge, but with every mistake he crept closer, weakening. Now he teetered on the edge, in the grasps of considering his every action. With one more word wrong, he would lose his foot hold and go careening over, into nothingness. The dangerous feeling of standing on the ridge was less than pleasant, and again his stomach tightened in a mix of agitation, fear, and hunger. This was it. This was where everything came together. He could no more hide from what needed to be said than he could turn away from her, and physically, he was unable to do so. Jetfang's paws were rooted to the spot, eyes equally fixed.

and it's peaceful in the deep - cathedral where you cannot breathe - no need to pray no need to speak - now I am under

Her blue eyes slid closed, met with a sharp intake of breath from himself. "I only hope your words are the ones I wish to hear, Jet." His heart gave a faint leap. He knew what he wanted to say, but he would hold onto it until they were alone. His words were not for any ears but her's, and he wouldn't share them until he was sure it was the right moment. Still, somehow that moment seemed to be fast approaching, careening toward them with little mind for their surroundings. He hoped it would, and could, wait. Time seemed to be of the essence, but he wanted what he said to be special. It wouldn't do to be overheard by anyone, especially the likes of Pyrestar and the cat that would be her new deputy.

Tying up loose ends, for better or worse.

and the arms of the ocean are carrying me - and all this devotion was rushing out of me - in the crushes of heaven for a sinner like me - but the arms of the ocean delivered me

Jetfang still felt like a statue. For that reason, he was glad when the former deputy stepped forward and pressed her head against his shoulder. The brief contact loosened his stone-hard muscles and released him from his rigid bindings. He only could wish that she'd stayed close longer, rather than stepping away again. It would be too much to expect things to immediately go back to normal, and besides, their clan mates were watching. "You're more than I deserve!" He glanced briefly over his shoulder, feeling as if all eyes were upon them. Oh, screw that! He leaned forward and licked her shoulder, cautiously, before he also stood straight and away. "Hardly..." He murmured, with a sad but genuine smile. He resisted arguing the claim further, however.

though the pressure's hard to take It's the only way I can escape it seems a heavy choice to make - and now I am under

She glanced toward the camp entrance, and his eyes followed with ease. It had long been their shared escape, a distance placed between the pair and their responsibilities. "Shall we? I've no duties awaiting me right this moment, there's no wolf out there to stop us: it's just you and me and the chilly breeze." Somehow, her words couldn't have summed it up better, because they didn't pretend that none of it had happened, nor were they fraught with worry and pain. Jetfang wanted nothing more than the easy surrender of the forest, the pine scent pressing in on every side, and sky arching high above. He wanted to say so many things, to sum up his feelings, in that one reply. That nothing, not distance or time or duty or wolves snapping their jaws could stop them, even if each had privately believed it would. Even more so, that he wanted to keep her warm, and safe from all those things, if only he could. Instead, he mewed, "There's nothing I'd like more." It didn't seem like nearly enough.

and it's breaking over me - a thousand miles down to the sea bed - found the place to rest my head - never let me go,
never let me go

"Come along, Jet! Unless... you want to hear who Pyrestar chooses as deputy?" That thought caused him minor halt. He did want to hear who Pyrestar planned to choose as deputy. It struck him that the calico might choose Jetfang himself. But if she made me her deputy, how could I ever accept? He frowned. No, Jetfang had no wish for power, no ambition of his own other than to be complete. That was what Lilythorn could give him, and it was all he truly wanted. He was curious as to who Pyrestar might choose, but it wasn't necessary for him to be present. They could learn later, when they returned, whenever that happened to be. For now, it was too impossible a task to undertake, the stilling of his wild heart in favor of patient listening and waiting. He was ready to fight a thousand battles and run miles upon miles. Jetfang smiled. "It's not of any consequence to me, if you don't want to stay." He said, already rising to his feet.

and it's over - and I'm going under - but I'm not giving up I'm just giving in - I'm slipping underneath - so cold and so sweet - deliver me

Jetfang turned and poured all of his focus into seeking out Silvertalon with his eyes. When the cousins gazes met, Silvertalon bared his teeth in a half grin. Jetfang mouthed the words, 'Good luck.' to the silver maine coon, before turning away, and again looking to Lilythorn. So many times, she had led the way out of camp, as deputy. Now, he glanced at her, for acceptance. Then, his eyes snaked over the mass of Vertigoclan warriors a last time, and he walked openly through the camp entrance. For once, they didn't have to hide that they were leaving together. They were both free to do as they wished.
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[lily ♫]

Hiding her smile - or was it so large it was a grin? - as she ducked out of camp with him, her icy eyes glittered with emotions, some happy and some sad, but nothing would stop her now. She was a warrior again, and the weight gone from her shoulders and off to the next. Looking at him with her beautiful visage, her smile was greater than ever before. "All I know is that whoever is chosen will do better than I ever have, and I will provide aid to them anytime they ask.

[/color]" Lilythorn replied, dipping her creamy ginger head to the black and white tom. He was all mismatched, his eyes, his pelt, - even with her - but that didn't stop them. "I love you, Jet! And I'm free to say it now. Nothing burdens me more than my love for you, but it's not the burden of failing my clan! It's the greatest thing I have ever felt in my life![/color]" She cried, dashing ahead and looking up at the frost covered pine trees above them. Her light was radiant, her efforst valiant, and she was exactly where she wanted to be. "The cool air is nice to take a new, fresh start on life with. Don't you think?[/color]" She cried out to him, her smile catching light, her brilliant emotions shining through, her fears gone, she was free.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

[Dawn]

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JETFANG.

[/color][/size]looking up from underneath fractured moonlight on the sea reflections still look the same to me as before I went under

He was equally- if not more so- pleased to be with her. The aged black and white tom smiled. Their escapes had always been at their own risk, something that felt free when they considered the growing distance between them and camp. Now he didn't even think upon it, too preoccupied was he with everything around him that had seem to suddenly come alive, and also, the things within that had seemed dead for so long and now stirred, almost painfully. Butterflies in his stomach, beating their wings roughly against his breastbone, a wild hammering of his heart. And Lilythorn was just so, so beautiful. Age is nothing to us, Jetfang thought, dashing after her, that we can't overcome it. The former deputy was as lovely and youthful as though she had passed on to Starclan and been fully restored to her once form. He wondered if he, too, could ever overcome the strains of his own past as purely as her, and look past the grief and bitterness with fresh eyes. Jetfang wondered if he was doing it now, as he saw the forest and every life within it as a dazzling glow. He breathed in deeply.

and it's peaceful in the deep - cathedral where you cannot breathe - no need to pray no need to speak - now I am under

"All I know is that whoever is chosen will do better than I ever have, and I will provide aid to them anytime they ask." He wanted to argue that she had been a fine deputy, much better than Pyrestar ever could have been to Lynxstar, but it didn't seem the appropriate thing to do. Instead, he opened his maw, as if desiring to take in even more of the precious forest air. "The future lays before us," he meowed agreeably, willing his words to soften a voice that had roughened with disuse and sickness, and to still the purr in his chest. At her exclamation, he grinned, without even realizing how stupid he probably looked. Instead he matched his pace with her's, racing after, until they stood as two beneath the spanning branches of a pine, covered by it, protected by it, sheltered. "Yes. A new start is upon the forest, and upon us as well." He gazed upward with a new sort of wonder, wondering how he ought to voice the words he wanted to, when there were so many within, fighting to get out. For once, he wanted to step up to her expectations without any hints or nudges.

and the arms of the ocean are carrying me - and all this devotion was rushing out of me - in the crushes of heaven for a sinner like me - but the arms of the ocean delivered me

Relieved that she had stilled, if only briefly, he pressed against her side. It was glorious, to be so close and not fear what others would think; even more so, to not have any reason to. It was their own choices, from here on out. There had been a lot of lost time; all of it he wanted to make up with even more evenings like this one. But he also wanted to do things right, for once. "Lily..." Jetfang drew strength from her nearness, a desire to set the conflict at rest. "I'm sorry for all of the stupid things that I said. We aren't over; we never were." He shifted, glanced at his paws. "I would dare say we've hardly started."

though the pressure's hard to take It's the only way I can escape it seems a heavy choice to make - and now I am under

Jetfang wanted nothing more than the effortless freedom of her company, and many more moons to admire her beauty and wit and youth. He tried not to overwhelm her with a big speech. In the time they'd been parted, he'd slowly come to realize that it was simple things that counted, not big gestures or long speeches. It was the little things that they had built their love on, after all; a few moments of their own, stolen from the day they owed to their clan. A brief escape found in each other. "There's no way I can make up for all of the hurt I've put you through. But... I'd like to try. If I could."

and it's breaking over me - a thousand miles down to the sea bed - found the place to rest my head - never let me go,
never let me go

He looked at her, meaning it to be a glance to see if she knew where he was going with this. But when he tried to look away it was impossible. So Jetfang looked at her and felt a bit of frustration with himself. Doubt, and worry. What if she didn't want anything more from him than precisely what they had now? "What I'm trying to say is," he had a breathless moment, where he felt like a fish out of water must, "You'll be my mate, won't you? You'll be with me, until either you or I leave the forest, and then we will go together, and walk in Starclan." He felt the words were a bit cheesy, a small offering in place of everything he felt he so desperately owed her. "Our love is eternal, Lily. It is far from over; it will never end." He clamped his jaw shut over the words, gazing at her with an intensity that it hurt, as if all of the veins in his body had clamped down around the blood, knotted up, constricted the flow so that it was hard to think or breathe.

and it's over - and I'm going under - but I'm not giving up I'm just giving in - I'm slipping underneath - so cold and so sweet - deliver me

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[lily ♫]

Her heart, her soul, the entirety of her being, melted with his words. The chill of the mid-winter air around them was crisp, and though it was dry, the air was wet with their words, their promises, and everything they'd been holding out to say and accomplish for many moons. "Before us. Together.

[/color]" She murmured quietly, echoing him, her eyes trained onto his, watching every bit of light and emotion dance through them, one blue, one amber, his gaze had haunted her for moons, and now, it was the one thing that within it she found solace. Her careful expression, her light smile, Lilythorn felt almost as if she would float away, but in the same instant her heart was fluttering, as if an entire kaleidoscope of butterflies was hidden within, carrying her away on the wind, the colors blending together, nothing else mattering except for him. And her too, of course.

As he pressed into her, she purred, embracing the feeling of being able to blatantly express their feelings in a way that was not whispered and verbal, but by physical means too. It was innocent, a gentle sign of affection, and it was what Lilythorn appreciated the most. It seemed to complete her, and she turned her head toward him as he spoke, her eyes blinking quickly, trying not to shed a tear in this perfect moment. 'We can finally be free. We're together, at last.' The thoughts swarmed her mind, but without the panicked agility they had possessed for the last agonizing moons.

"Oh, Jet![/color]" She choked, burrowing her head into his pelt, the tears leaking from her eyes those of pure and radiant happiness. "I'll be with you forever, through thick and thin. All I want is to be your loving mate and to have you for all my life.[/color]" Lilythorn pulled away from him, staring into his eyes with her glittering blue ones. Sniffing a bit at the chilled at, she managed a watery smile, her ivories gleaming just a bit before she delved her head back into his chest, nuzzling him as if they were the only two cats that had ever roamed the earth. 'I love him, I love him, I love him!' The female thought, her paws tingling with excitement. "Forever." She stated, grinning from ear to ear, promising everything to the tom who meant everything to her. They would make it through it all as long as they stuck by each other.

ooc: my muse is back! oh dawn, i love them sosososo much~! <333[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

[Dawn]

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JETFANG.

[/color][/size]looking up from underneath fractured moonlight on the sea reflections still look the same to me as before I went under

Jetfang laughed, though it was a tight, breathless sound, as she buried her face in his shoulder, the fur there ebony and white. As she spoke, he nearly drowned in the overwhelming feeling of relief. "I'll be with you forever, through thick and thin. All I want is to be your loving mate and to have you for all my life." That they were mates, at last, finally together, put his doubts at rest. It was confirmed in her words and not just actions, her voice, done right at last. Perfect. To hear it spoken made him finally realize that the last day hadn't been a dream. Lilythorn had really stepped down from her position as Vertigoclan deputy. They were truly mates, free to do what they would and be together. To belong to each other. It also put in perspective everything they had lost and gone through in the moons it took to get here. Crowpaw, Cinderfrost's son, gone. Vanished, while his old rival, Stormtrick, was dead. Jetfang's beloved apprentice Gloompaw, dead, far earlier than his time. All of the terrible things they had both witnessed, had really happened, but were trivial now. The dead would rest, for they were the living, and it was their time now, to carry on together. They could finally be happy.

and it's peaceful in the deep - cathedral where you cannot breathe - no need to pray no need to speak - now I am under

The conflict was passed and done. The battle had been fought, and they had won. The storm had risen, but it was over now. "There's so many days ahead of us, Lilythorn," He breathed into her ear, almost unable to keep from smiling. "I'm so glad that I get to spend every one of them by your side."

Tying up loose ends, for better or worse.

and the arms of the ocean are carrying me - and all this devotion was rushing out of me - in the crushes of heaven for a sinner like me - but the arms of the ocean delivered me


ooc: I love them too! C: Anyway I think we should be done with this now? It was shooort but we can do more with them in a different thread later when they're mates. Yay I'm excited! <3
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