Post by Whiskers on Feb 26, 2011 21:54:42 GMT -5
That does it. Screw it. Finchpaw was done trying to play along with Icethroat's games, done trying to bend over backwards, one way or the other, for her approval. His patience, usually in generous supply, had run thin. Icethroat was bitter, yes, and broken, yes, and did she deserve to maybe feel sorry for herself? Yeah, sure, but she didn't get to take it out on him. He was doing what he was told, and more than that, he was trying to make her happy. He was trying to find some way to heal her, her soul, before her legs. But if she didn't want him too, well--
He was tempted to say fine. But he realized THAT would be what Icethroat wanted.
He was done catering to what she wanted. He was going to give her what she needed. And he was going to try to fix her attitude first of all.
"You don't want my pity, do you?" Finchpaw's voice was measured, but clearly angry, the words coming short and blunt. "Are you sure? Because I tried not to pity you, I tried to joke with you and treat you like any other cat, but from the sounds of it, all you want is pity. All you want is someone to yell at, so you won't have to yell at yourself, so you won't feel so completely alone. Look, I don't know what it's like to have your problems, but I can empathize. It sucks that you're stuck in here, in more ways than one, and it sucks that you have these disabilities. Maybe I"m not half blind or half deaf, but I know what it's like to be alone. And I know what it's like to feel useless sometimes too. And maybe if you talked WITH me, you'd actually realize that someone sort of understands, or is at least attempting to, instead of biting off my tail, just because I'm trying to be your friend.
"But fine, if you don't 'need' a friend-- which I think you do, but what do I know, right?-- then just put on this poultice, eat the mouse and I'll go away. Otherwise you're stuck with me and, believe me, I can be just as stubborn as you. I did grow up with Firestorm."
[/size] He was tempted to say fine. But he realized THAT would be what Icethroat wanted.
He was done catering to what she wanted. He was going to give her what she needed. And he was going to try to fix her attitude first of all.
"You don't want my pity, do you?" Finchpaw's voice was measured, but clearly angry, the words coming short and blunt. "Are you sure? Because I tried not to pity you, I tried to joke with you and treat you like any other cat, but from the sounds of it, all you want is pity. All you want is someone to yell at, so you won't have to yell at yourself, so you won't feel so completely alone. Look, I don't know what it's like to have your problems, but I can empathize. It sucks that you're stuck in here, in more ways than one, and it sucks that you have these disabilities. Maybe I"m not half blind or half deaf, but I know what it's like to be alone. And I know what it's like to feel useless sometimes too. And maybe if you talked WITH me, you'd actually realize that someone sort of understands, or is at least attempting to, instead of biting off my tail, just because I'm trying to be your friend.
"But fine, if you don't 'need' a friend-- which I think you do, but what do I know, right?-- then just put on this poultice, eat the mouse and I'll go away. Otherwise you're stuck with me and, believe me, I can be just as stubborn as you. I did grow up with Firestorm."
We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp