i'll tell you how the winds sigh [camellia/epiphany prp]
Mar 3, 2023 21:00:26 GMT -5
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i'll tell you
i'll tell you
how the winds sigh
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"Ancestors bless my sight every time I lay my eyes on you," a smooth young tom purred as he saddled up towards the gorgeous ginger she-cat. Of course, he was a rather handsome young thing himself, with stunning dark silver tabby stripes along his white coat. Both cats were known to flaunt their looks, though their mannerisms were understated. They had learned where the line was between confidence and cockiness, and both loved to play and push that line as much as possible.
[break][break]
"You think I'm beautiful, do you?" Camellia replied, her voice smooth as a sunning stone. Yet, even as Epiphany moved in closer, she did not flinch or take her amber gaze off of the Clan territories down below, taking in the scenery.
[break][break]
A light-hearted chuckle emerged from the tom. "I don't remember using those words exactly," he pointed out.
[break][break]
This had been a regular game of theirs for a long time. To most outsiders, they would expect the pair to become a couple and have kits of their own some day. While it certainly wasn't outside the realm of possibilities, if only to help the Tribe flourish and grow, they knew that they would never become bonded mates. Yet they loved this game of teasing and one-upmanship when it came to flirting. Who could fluster the other first? Who had the wittiest comebacks?
[break][break]
Though Epiphany regularly tried to pretend he wasn't all that smart, Camellia knew better. She'd learned through these games through seasons past that there was much more to him than met the eye. While he spent most of his time flirting with every cat whose path he crossed, regardless of where they came from or how old they were, Epiphany was someone who loved a good battle of wits. The character he put up in front of everyone else, though, was someone who he wanted others to have a low standard of. He wanted to breeze his way through life, fading into the background while simultaneously being admired by everyone around him. But he also didn’t want to deal with the undue stress of others expecting things from him that he simply was unable to do, even though Camellia knew that he probably could. Epiphany was someone who could do great things for the future of the Tribe if he let others see who he really was.
[break][break]
Camellia had to admit she felt similarly, to a degree. She wanted nothing more than to be admired, but she loved having time alone, too. She wanted everyone to look at her and see beauty, intelligence, grace, as well as power they would fear. She hid many parts of her own personality, just as Epiphany did - things that would always come out in these games of theirs.
[break][break]
"Be careful what you say next, Epiphany," Camellia warned, though her tones still sounded like velvet. "Otherwise I might be the very last thing you lay your eyes on."
[break][break]
Epiphany gave a little shudder of excitement. He knew how Camellia longed for the taste of blood, but always restrained herself from truly having it. He knew that very few cats knew about these deep desires she held. When they were alone, though, she could let her claws out in her words and rake them along his chest. She could taste his metaphorically bleeding heart and wound him in other ways, a different type of desire that stirred in her. When his brown gaze studied her carefully, though she still did not flinch or change her gaze, Epiphany could swear by the Ancestors that she was drooling ever so slightly at the prospect of ripping out his eyes. He loved how excited it made her. He loved wondering about the morbid little thoughts that swam through her mind when they played.
[break][break]
"I suppose that wouldn't be the worst thing," Epiphany mused. "But then I wouldn't get to see how beautiful our future kits are gonna be."
[break][break]
Still no physical response from Camellia. Once again, it was another joke they often tossed back and forth. Epiphany loved to bring up the idea of kits and litters with all the cats who could bear his – it was a classic, easy move to get a lot of cats absolutely melting through his words. They saw a handsome young tom like himself propose the idea of having kits together and couldn't contain themselves. Camellia was the only one who ever seemed impervious to his attempts to sway her. It was a challenge he loved to grab onto and pull until he could break her.
[break][break]
That was, if she didn't break him first.
[break][break]
Camellia flicked her tail, once wrapped daintily around her paws and brushed against Epiphany's side. Ancestors damn it all, she really knew how to make someone melt, didn't she? Epiphany felt like a dead bird under her claws, ready to be raked through the waters of her cold heart. Camellia's fur was always so soft and immaculate, so well groomed and taken care of that when it touched his side, he wanted more than anything to lean into it and taste the smell of the sweet flowers she'd been named for. He wanted to bury his face in her fur and share tongues with her, or at least let him groom her. He didn't need the comfort in response if he could just let himself fall into her.
[break][break]
Focus, Epiphany.
[break][break]
When Epiphany brought his gaze up, he noticed that Camellia had now turned to him. Her ears flicked in amusement, clearly aware that she was winning this battle.
[break][break]
She loved watching Epiphany melt. There was nothing more joyous and fun than watching the tom who did everything he could to make his tribemates tremble suddenly become malleable under her touch. There was a part of her that longed for more, to be able to really sink her teeth into him, but she was a master of self-restraint, and had no issues in holding herself back. Instead, she drank him in with her gaze, following the way his eyes dilated with need. Rather than tasting his blood, she settled for tasting the scent of pathetic desperation that soaked through his entire body.
[break][break]
Camellia finally stood from her spot where she'd been gazing down into the valley as she began to trace herself around Epiphany's seat. "Did you know that after mating, the praying mantis female is known for cannibalizing her mate?" she inquired, her voice dripping with insatiability. Though Epiphany was a prey-hunter, and Camellia learning to become a cave-guard, one would think that with such movements, her steps were carefully learned from how to hunt prey. Her paws were light so that no animal could hear or feel it. She moved slowly, as though not to alarm anything or anyone with sudden movements. Everything she did was precise and meticulous.
[break][break]
Epiphany shuddered as her tail ran under his chin. "Do you think I'd look better dead?" he asked.
[break][break]
Camellia considered it. "I know you always look better when you're quiet."
[break][break]
"I'd happily shut up if it means I could listen to you talk, instead," Epiphany attempted to tease.
[break][break]
While Camellia often loved the sound of her voice, she always loved the sound of others praising her instead. It was a double-edged sword that he had begun to dance on, making her question her movements. The movements that had once been thorough and studious now needed to be recalculated. It seemed as though Camellia had perhaps underestimated Epiphany, or that her mind had simply been elsewhere tonight. She knew that if Epiphany didn't have to speak, he could stay still and not break. The rules of the game had changed – she needed to get him to speak once more.
[break][break]
A perhaps rather morbid idea came into her mind. "And just how long could you go without speaking, Epiphany?" she asked as she began to move away from the handsome tom. She knew he was carefully watching her as she turned her back to him and walked towards her original spot, staring out over the valley. Camellia could feel the air shift as Epiphany shifted uncomfortably the closer she moved to the edge. "Could you go without speaking to your kits?" she asked, placing a paw gingerly on the edge of the lookout, not placing much weight on it just yet. "Could you keep silent if you had undeniable proof a Tribemate was being unjustly judged and facing becoming Nameless?" Epiphany flinched as he watched Camellia begin to put just the tiniest bit of weight forward on the cliff edge. "What about if you saw someone you loved on the brink of death, knowing you could save them?"
[break][break]
"Camellia! No!" Epiphany screeched out as he jumped from his position towards the ginger she-cat, whose weight was causing the stone to crack under her. Fear drove through his body as he watched her begin to fall foward towards the valley below, towards an untimely fate. He launched towards Camellia, grabbing onto the scruff of her neck and heaved her backwards away from the mountainface. The pair stumbled backwards away from the edge, leaving Epiphany panting.
[break][break]
Camellia stood from her spot and gave her fur a quick shake before she looked down at Epiphany, feeling triumphant in her victory. Sure, she may have been rather close to joining the Tribe of Endless Hunting, but she knew deep down that Epiphany would never let her fall. He may have been someone who was much smarter than they let on, but he was simultaneously a hopeless beetle-brain who fell for Camellia's charms every time. "He speaks," she purred.
[break][break]
She relished looking at Epiphany in this state. She loved the taste of his horror and anxiety mixed with desire and hunger. Hunger for her. She loved knowing he would never receive it, she loved tormenting him and driving him crazy in a way no other could. Camellia held Epiphany under her claw and had wrapped herself around his heart, weaselling herself into his brain. She loved the taste of victory and the smell of disparity from Epiphany when he realized he'd lost. They knew that had he tried that stunt, Camellia would have let him fall so she could relish in his broken body. But Epiphany would never let harm come to Camellia or any of his tribemates so long as he could prevent it.
[break][break]
"Why don't we go somewhere a little darker?" Epiphany suggested, already knowing the answer he would receive but prodding forward nonetheless.
[break][break]
Camellia stepped back. "Maybe next time," she blatantly lied. She always said next time, but next time never came. "I just had a rather traumatizing near-death experience. I think I need to go back and calm myself down."
[break][break]
Of course, her voice was calm and cool with every word she spoke. Epiphany knew that her heart wasn't pounding in fear anywhere close to the degree that his had. She had not been afraid of death. She was never afraid of death. "Perhaps I can come back and comfort you until you feel better? We can cuddle and give close comfort until our breathing and heartbeats are in sync."
[break][break]
"How presumptuous to believe I have a heart to match rhythms with in the first place." Camellia said, not bothering to look back towards Epiphany as she continued on her way back towards the Tribe cave.
[break][break]
How badly he wanted to spring to his feet and chase after her like a kitten who refused to leave the side of their mother. But he was already dripping with desperation, and needed to calm down with their battle having concluded. Maybe one day he could make her heart beat, make her heart soar. He doubted it would be anytime soon, or if Camellia was even capable of falling in love. But he knew that he loved the way she made him feel, the way she sparked excitement and allowed him to play. She would be a terrible mother, but whether she wanted to admit it or not, she was a half-decent ally, adversary, and even a good friend.
"Ancestors bless my sight every time I lay my eyes on you," a smooth young tom purred as he saddled up towards the gorgeous ginger she-cat. Of course, he was a rather handsome young thing himself, with stunning dark silver tabby stripes along his white coat. Both cats were known to flaunt their looks, though their mannerisms were understated. They had learned where the line was between confidence and cockiness, and both loved to play and push that line as much as possible.
[break][break]
"You think I'm beautiful, do you?" Camellia replied, her voice smooth as a sunning stone. Yet, even as Epiphany moved in closer, she did not flinch or take her amber gaze off of the Clan territories down below, taking in the scenery.
[break][break]
A light-hearted chuckle emerged from the tom. "I don't remember using those words exactly," he pointed out.
[break][break]
This had been a regular game of theirs for a long time. To most outsiders, they would expect the pair to become a couple and have kits of their own some day. While it certainly wasn't outside the realm of possibilities, if only to help the Tribe flourish and grow, they knew that they would never become bonded mates. Yet they loved this game of teasing and one-upmanship when it came to flirting. Who could fluster the other first? Who had the wittiest comebacks?
[break][break]
Though Epiphany regularly tried to pretend he wasn't all that smart, Camellia knew better. She'd learned through these games through seasons past that there was much more to him than met the eye. While he spent most of his time flirting with every cat whose path he crossed, regardless of where they came from or how old they were, Epiphany was someone who loved a good battle of wits. The character he put up in front of everyone else, though, was someone who he wanted others to have a low standard of. He wanted to breeze his way through life, fading into the background while simultaneously being admired by everyone around him. But he also didn’t want to deal with the undue stress of others expecting things from him that he simply was unable to do, even though Camellia knew that he probably could. Epiphany was someone who could do great things for the future of the Tribe if he let others see who he really was.
[break][break]
Camellia had to admit she felt similarly, to a degree. She wanted nothing more than to be admired, but she loved having time alone, too. She wanted everyone to look at her and see beauty, intelligence, grace, as well as power they would fear. She hid many parts of her own personality, just as Epiphany did - things that would always come out in these games of theirs.
[break][break]
"Be careful what you say next, Epiphany," Camellia warned, though her tones still sounded like velvet. "Otherwise I might be the very last thing you lay your eyes on."
[break][break]
Epiphany gave a little shudder of excitement. He knew how Camellia longed for the taste of blood, but always restrained herself from truly having it. He knew that very few cats knew about these deep desires she held. When they were alone, though, she could let her claws out in her words and rake them along his chest. She could taste his metaphorically bleeding heart and wound him in other ways, a different type of desire that stirred in her. When his brown gaze studied her carefully, though she still did not flinch or change her gaze, Epiphany could swear by the Ancestors that she was drooling ever so slightly at the prospect of ripping out his eyes. He loved how excited it made her. He loved wondering about the morbid little thoughts that swam through her mind when they played.
[break][break]
"I suppose that wouldn't be the worst thing," Epiphany mused. "But then I wouldn't get to see how beautiful our future kits are gonna be."
[break][break]
Still no physical response from Camellia. Once again, it was another joke they often tossed back and forth. Epiphany loved to bring up the idea of kits and litters with all the cats who could bear his – it was a classic, easy move to get a lot of cats absolutely melting through his words. They saw a handsome young tom like himself propose the idea of having kits together and couldn't contain themselves. Camellia was the only one who ever seemed impervious to his attempts to sway her. It was a challenge he loved to grab onto and pull until he could break her.
[break][break]
That was, if she didn't break him first.
[break][break]
Camellia flicked her tail, once wrapped daintily around her paws and brushed against Epiphany's side. Ancestors damn it all, she really knew how to make someone melt, didn't she? Epiphany felt like a dead bird under her claws, ready to be raked through the waters of her cold heart. Camellia's fur was always so soft and immaculate, so well groomed and taken care of that when it touched his side, he wanted more than anything to lean into it and taste the smell of the sweet flowers she'd been named for. He wanted to bury his face in her fur and share tongues with her, or at least let him groom her. He didn't need the comfort in response if he could just let himself fall into her.
[break][break]
Focus, Epiphany.
[break][break]
When Epiphany brought his gaze up, he noticed that Camellia had now turned to him. Her ears flicked in amusement, clearly aware that she was winning this battle.
[break][break]
She loved watching Epiphany melt. There was nothing more joyous and fun than watching the tom who did everything he could to make his tribemates tremble suddenly become malleable under her touch. There was a part of her that longed for more, to be able to really sink her teeth into him, but she was a master of self-restraint, and had no issues in holding herself back. Instead, she drank him in with her gaze, following the way his eyes dilated with need. Rather than tasting his blood, she settled for tasting the scent of pathetic desperation that soaked through his entire body.
[break][break]
Camellia finally stood from her spot where she'd been gazing down into the valley as she began to trace herself around Epiphany's seat. "Did you know that after mating, the praying mantis female is known for cannibalizing her mate?" she inquired, her voice dripping with insatiability. Though Epiphany was a prey-hunter, and Camellia learning to become a cave-guard, one would think that with such movements, her steps were carefully learned from how to hunt prey. Her paws were light so that no animal could hear or feel it. She moved slowly, as though not to alarm anything or anyone with sudden movements. Everything she did was precise and meticulous.
[break][break]
Epiphany shuddered as her tail ran under his chin. "Do you think I'd look better dead?" he asked.
[break][break]
Camellia considered it. "I know you always look better when you're quiet."
[break][break]
"I'd happily shut up if it means I could listen to you talk, instead," Epiphany attempted to tease.
[break][break]
While Camellia often loved the sound of her voice, she always loved the sound of others praising her instead. It was a double-edged sword that he had begun to dance on, making her question her movements. The movements that had once been thorough and studious now needed to be recalculated. It seemed as though Camellia had perhaps underestimated Epiphany, or that her mind had simply been elsewhere tonight. She knew that if Epiphany didn't have to speak, he could stay still and not break. The rules of the game had changed – she needed to get him to speak once more.
[break][break]
A perhaps rather morbid idea came into her mind. "And just how long could you go without speaking, Epiphany?" she asked as she began to move away from the handsome tom. She knew he was carefully watching her as she turned her back to him and walked towards her original spot, staring out over the valley. Camellia could feel the air shift as Epiphany shifted uncomfortably the closer she moved to the edge. "Could you go without speaking to your kits?" she asked, placing a paw gingerly on the edge of the lookout, not placing much weight on it just yet. "Could you keep silent if you had undeniable proof a Tribemate was being unjustly judged and facing becoming Nameless?" Epiphany flinched as he watched Camellia begin to put just the tiniest bit of weight forward on the cliff edge. "What about if you saw someone you loved on the brink of death, knowing you could save them?"
[break][break]
"Camellia! No!" Epiphany screeched out as he jumped from his position towards the ginger she-cat, whose weight was causing the stone to crack under her. Fear drove through his body as he watched her begin to fall foward towards the valley below, towards an untimely fate. He launched towards Camellia, grabbing onto the scruff of her neck and heaved her backwards away from the mountainface. The pair stumbled backwards away from the edge, leaving Epiphany panting.
[break][break]
Camellia stood from her spot and gave her fur a quick shake before she looked down at Epiphany, feeling triumphant in her victory. Sure, she may have been rather close to joining the Tribe of Endless Hunting, but she knew deep down that Epiphany would never let her fall. He may have been someone who was much smarter than they let on, but he was simultaneously a hopeless beetle-brain who fell for Camellia's charms every time. "He speaks," she purred.
[break][break]
She relished looking at Epiphany in this state. She loved the taste of his horror and anxiety mixed with desire and hunger. Hunger for her. She loved knowing he would never receive it, she loved tormenting him and driving him crazy in a way no other could. Camellia held Epiphany under her claw and had wrapped herself around his heart, weaselling herself into his brain. She loved the taste of victory and the smell of disparity from Epiphany when he realized he'd lost. They knew that had he tried that stunt, Camellia would have let him fall so she could relish in his broken body. But Epiphany would never let harm come to Camellia or any of his tribemates so long as he could prevent it.
[break][break]
"Why don't we go somewhere a little darker?" Epiphany suggested, already knowing the answer he would receive but prodding forward nonetheless.
[break][break]
Camellia stepped back. "Maybe next time," she blatantly lied. She always said next time, but next time never came. "I just had a rather traumatizing near-death experience. I think I need to go back and calm myself down."
[break][break]
Of course, her voice was calm and cool with every word she spoke. Epiphany knew that her heart wasn't pounding in fear anywhere close to the degree that his had. She had not been afraid of death. She was never afraid of death. "Perhaps I can come back and comfort you until you feel better? We can cuddle and give close comfort until our breathing and heartbeats are in sync."
[break][break]
"How presumptuous to believe I have a heart to match rhythms with in the first place." Camellia said, not bothering to look back towards Epiphany as she continued on her way back towards the Tribe cave.
[break][break]
How badly he wanted to spring to his feet and chase after her like a kitten who refused to leave the side of their mother. But he was already dripping with desperation, and needed to calm down with their battle having concluded. Maybe one day he could make her heart beat, make her heart soar. He doubted it would be anytime soon, or if Camellia was even capable of falling in love. But he knew that he loved the way she made him feel, the way she sparked excitement and allowed him to play. She would be a terrible mother, but whether she wanted to admit it or not, she was a half-decent ally, adversary, and even a good friend.
[attr="class","curragebot"]i've been out of muse for fanfic writing lately, so i wrote this in hopes it would spark something back up again! it's a little spicier than i originally intended, but i think it's fun.[break][break]also rip to the fact that camellia & epiphany's primary colours are so similar. ah well.[break][break]title is a lyric from touch me from spring awakening
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