Kitten tears [Felies JB thread]

We live in cities you'll never see on screen
Not very pretty, but we sure know how to run free
Living in ruins of the palace within my dreams
And you know, we're on each other's team



I will not cry, I forbid it.. A king doesn't cry, nor should one ever. Crying is for the weaker souls, the ones that are to be mauled around like cattle, obediantly following the words of the higher ranked. A king on the otherhand must remain tall and strong even as every thing around him burns to the ground, while their kingdom is under attack. A king who cries is no longer above the ones who listen to him for advice and wisdom, he is equal and therefore no longer in control of the palace he once had claimed to his own.

I am not a king however, I am the king. Even while father may hold the "crown" to the Felies' name, I am the one true king, remaining tall even as my father crumbles outside of the room holding Siana like a captive from war. My father. The man everybody respects, yet can't bother to remain calm while I remain as level as ever. It's something unique to watch a man who mimiced pride and strength choke on the unfaithful tears that prove he has no hope in a child he raised himself.

Hope. Hope was a truly ridiculous term; to hold onto something such as hope was just as ludicrious however. Siana didn't need to have "hope" thrown at her by all dozen of her siblings, it would prove how little we trusted her to survive on her own without somebody holding her hand. Me on the otherhand, I trust her to play this game well without our "hope."

My thoughts skip while I start to enter the room after Siber leaves, practically filling the room with tears of doubt. The room itself was cramped nowhere near suited for the prescence of a king as it barely held enough space to allow walking space for the both of us and a set of measly ragged seats. Don't cry, stupid I think to myself again as I finally look at my sister standing, already crying despite only sitting through 2 vistors.

I couldn't string any sorts of words together, letting out an untangable low-muttered "uhm" before attempting to clear my throat. "I'm not quite sure what to say..." It had barely left my throat before it managed to consume the room, almost creating an echo from the corners barely inches away. I lifted my arm to reach her shoulder, which hadn't been difficult considering I was over a head taller than her. "Try to be elegant, ok?" I know it didn't mean much to her by now, I'd attempted to get her to listen to those very few words for years. It was the only thing I could tell her that I knew for certain advice wise, Be elegant, hold poise and be proud.



I'm kind of over getting told to throw my hands up in the air, so there
So all the cups got broke shards beneath our feet but it wasn’t my fault
And everyone’s competing for a love they won't receive
'Cause what this palace wants is release

We live in cities you'll never see on screen
Not very pretty, but we sure know how to run free
Living in ruins of the palace within my dreams
And you know, we're on each other's team



"I'll try" She pipes up barely loud enough to hear, while she tries to appear capable with her chin matching the same angle as mine, the king. It was a little more than the expected "ok", which was indeed different to my ears, at least. My mother had told me that Siana was a chatterbox around her, Siber or even Delany, yet I had never heard more than a peep from her at times.

"Abyss, can I ask you to please do something for me? A request? For me? Rarely had I heard her speak her own name yet here she stands, solid as a statue for once. "I know I don't usually ask you for favours but this one is important. Can you please take care of Delany for me? She means the world to me and I don't want her to die" Considering the amount of work I have to contribute to keep my own cat, Lennox, who can sleep longer than Percival during one of his "beauty sleeps", adding Delany to my list of responsibilities seems rather easy.

The very idea of Siana trusting me with something as nessacary to her life as oxygen brought a light smile to my face. "I solemnly swear," I breath out while bending onto one knee and placing my hand over my heart "to treat Delany with my life."

"I'll make you guys proud I promise, I'll succeed where the others have failed and I will bring honour to the family". The sudden energy forced a larger smile to appear, forcing my white teeth out of hiding.

The peacekeepers come to the doorway and announce the absence of time remaining, and I stand up back onto both of my feet in order to leave without question. "Good bye Abyssial, the next time you see me, I will be the Victoress of the 65th annual hunger games, I promise." Kings don't cry Abyss, kings don't cry. I remind myself metaphorically, letting the words bounce around my skull to avoid acting without nature and fueled by newfound pride instead. My light steps sound more like recochet against the silence floating amongst the halls, parted only by my Mother and Siber's huffs and cries. I fail to match their cries however, as I stand tall amongst them; even as my bottom lip quivers and my brows furrow.



I'm kind of over getting told to throw my hands up in the air, so there
So all the cups got broke shards beneath our feet but it wasn’t my fault
And everyone’s competing for a love they won't receive
'Cause what this palace wants is release