Who: Yomiel and Sissel
When: The afternoon after Sissel's little yowling fit
Where: East side
Rating: PG, I guess?
Summary: Sissel and Yomiel need to have a Talk. So a Talk shall be had.
"I honestly don't remember. And that's just as strange as being brought back from death..."
"I passed an alley, and I stopped, because there was a noise...I can't remember anything else."
"Little cat, you have no idea what you've done. That night was very important for me, and you've unwoven all my plans."
"Good for that timeline. That's great, that in an alternate timeline no one died. It doesn't change my timeline though. The timeline you come from might as well have a completely different person."
Why does it have to be like this...?
Sissel had been wandering around the city for a while, restless in a way that he normally wasn't. He'd been grateful for Armaros and Enoch's help, but...well, he couldn't really talk it over with them, and that was a bother.
Right now, he supposed, just lying on a low brick fence near his human's house, letting the sun warm him...that might be enough. He knew he needed to speak with Yomiel, but - he'd already upset his human enough as it was.
And since Yomiel saved my life all those years ago...
He let out a soft meow and curled up, letting his tiny tail drape over the edge of the brick. Surely it wouldn't hurt...