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You can PP Pellers a bit if you want. I don't know how Lach is going to react, but she is still trying to close the gap. xD

“You’re w-welcome,” His voice met the words softly, a hint of the stutter still apparent. This was her best friend; Her everything really. He was still Lachesis, somewhere down there, and she had yet to even try to reach out to him. Instead of offering comfort, the pale fae had opted for silence. Too afraid to put herself on the line only to be rejected. Their interactions hung on a delicate balance, as if they were walking a tightrope. Unfortunately, they were hanging over a cliff, without a safety net below.

If she wanted to help, then she had to step out a little further, at least meet him in the middle, and so she did. With her head low, and her ears flat, pressed against her skull, the sunny eyed girl began. Slow at first, she let her gaze rest upon his. Then one paw in front of the other, she began to close the gap. 'Please don't push me away. Please, please.' The request rang over and over again, like a broken record playing through her head.

A series of words left her lips before she truly considered what effect they would have on him. "We're gunna be ok someday." She might have edged too close to the problem, brought up something best forgotten, but she didn't want to forget. Even though the loss nearly killed them, both parties were better for knowing the wolves they had lost. Regardless of how he would take it, the pale fae stood behind her statement. Her promise wasn't that things would get better, or that happiness would rain upon them, only that they would be ok. It was the best either of them could shoot for at this point. Maybe not for months, or years, but one day the smiles might come easier; Their laugh's a touch more real. Bits of light may return to their eyes, but they would remain forever changed.

In truth, Anastasia might never return to them, her blue gaze lost on the mountain. Shade's fate was unquestionable, and any family they'd ever known were miles away. They had no past, or future. All they had was each other, and she couldn't let him fall through the cracks.

worlds are ruined this way, and we've all been there time and time again.

<3

More than anything the long-legged yearling wanted everything to be okay. XIX wanted to feel happy again and to enjoy the simplest of things – like spending time with Capella and collecting herbs. His heart was too heavy to feel such joy; he could not imagine feeling happy while Anastasia was on the mountain, or lost in a neighbouring forest, completely miserable and alone. It wasn’t fair. It would never be fair.

Chewing slowly on a piece of meat the boy allowed his gaze to wander, his dull pear-coloured eyes drinking in their snow covered surroundings. Lachesis couldn’t wait for the warmth of spring to return. While the lingering wolves of Darkwater Rapids within the pack (including himself) were no strangers to rain, the healer would much rather a downpour opposed to the constant snowfall. While rain was both damp and bothersome, it was nothing compared to the chill that came alongside the snow. Born a wolf of the arctic Lachesis was no stranger to snow – most days he actually enjoyed it – but the winter that had fallen upon Relic Lore was unforgiveable. It had plagued the lands, causing the prey to scatter and the remaining wolves to starve. The winter had already stolen Anastasia away from him; Lachesis would not allow it to take another.

Her movement had startled him, causing his head to turn suddenly so he could see what she was doing. The distance between them began to close as she shuffled toward him, each step hesitant as though she was mentally debating whether it was a good idea or not. Panic began to flare up in his chest, consuming the slender male as she crept closer. As much as he wanted to be close to her and return to the way their friendship had been before the mountain, the idea terrified him. A soft whine emitted from his throat as he tore his gaze away from her. Without thinking XIX shuffled back two steps in a subconscious attempt to put distance between them once more. He appreciated everything she had done, and was continuing to do, for him but he couldn’t bring himself to break down the wall that he had created.

He blinked at her words, a frown appearing on his maw as he mulled them over. “C-Capella g-gonna be okay,” he rebutted almost instantly, his soft voice filling the void between them. As she continued to creep toward him XIX remained where he was, although his body was trembling. Her leg brushed against his, nearly causing he healer to recoil, but he remained where he was. His pale, dull gaze remained focused on his quivering forepaws – being this close to another was unsettling, but Nineteen did not want to upset his friend. He had already done enough of that.

stick with those who stick with you

He shuffled away from her, only two steps, but it was enough to make her hesitate. This wasn't a good idea, was it? To force him into the proximity she craved so desperately. Her heart shattered into a million tiny shards, loose in her chest. It was too late to go back now; To pretend as though she hadn't attempted to close the growing distance between them, but she needed to find out what was on the other side. So, without the confidence she'd held before, Capella started forward again. This time he didn't move, opting instead to utter broken pieces of the sentence she had used. It was all she could do to nod, and fight back the tears threatening to escape from behind her lids.

Only after she reached him, could she feel how bad he was trembling. It was never supposed to be like this. Anastasia should have been standing in her spot, sleeping beside Lachesis each night. They were made for each other, and Capella would never be able to fill the void in his heart. If only she had kept the fall of Pitch Pine to herself, never attempted a new beginning; Then Ana and Lach wouldn't have braved the mountain. There were too many 'what if's'. Things didn't make sense anymore. Managing a broken, "I'm s... sorry." she pulled away. It didn't feel right. Nothing ever felt right, and she was stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Her sunny eyes followed his gaze toward the ground. She was wrong to find hope in his smile. It hadn't been a peak at her Lachesis, only a friendly reminder that they could pretend. Attempting to reattach the mask she was so used to wearing around him, the pale fae took another step back. Distance would define them from now on, and they could live in their world of walking on eggshells; As long as he didn't shut her out completely, she would be happy. Someday he might come back, but until then she would wait.

worlds are ruined this way, and we've all been there time and time again.

If this is good as is archive it, or else we can archive after your next post and have anoder Lapella thread pls

He hated upsetting her; it was not right. She did not deserve to be upset, and it wasn’t right that he was the one causing her to be upset. XIX was supposed to make her happy – she was all that he had left of his former home (and life). The others had scattered and were only seen briefly; she was here and wasn’t leaving him. Why couldn’t he show her that he appreciated that? A frown slid effortlessly onto his maw as he watched her soft movements, his pear-coloured gaze never once wavering from her pale figure. An apology fell off her tongue, staining the air between them as her warm voice broke the silence. While he was glad to hear her warm, comforting voice Lachesis didn’t understand the apology that accompanied it. What was she sorry for? She had no reason to be sorry – he was the one being ungrateful. He was in the wrong. Never Capella – she never did anything wrong.

She recoiled back almost as soon as the apology left her lips, causing confusion to consume the slender male. Struggling to find something to say the boy shuffled closer to his friend until their fur met, his pale orbs filled with concern as he studied the sunflower-eyed girl. Rubbing his forehead against her pelt the boy, although still trembling, forced himself to remain where he was. He would not allow his friend to feel as though he didn’t appreciate her, regardless of how miserable he was. It wasn’t far. “No sorry,” he managed finally, the words paired with a hesitant smile as he allowed the warmth radiating from his friend to comfort him.

stick with those who stick with you