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two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat · 2 years

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CW for animal death mention and alcoholism under the cut

I just need to vent

So...Mercedes probably doesn't have long left

She hasn't eaten anything but her wet food and treats for the past week. And she's been drinking way less water. She's lost a lot of weight. She hasn't been this skinny since she was sick back in 2017.

If it was completely up to me....I probably wouldve called the vet days ago and had her put down...its hard to see her like this again. And I know she's not gonna bounce back from it this time. It seemed unlikely last time but...it was brought on by the medication she was on and not by the histoplasmosis and by the time the meds were affecting her that much the histoplasmosis had evidently been cleared up despite her not being able to finish the treatment. But this time...shes just old. And she's been steadily declining ever since she recovered from the histoplasmosis meds.

But shes my moms cat too

And I dont personally have the money to pay to have her put down and cremated.

And I know my parents haven't been doing well since layla died. They (or at least my mom) had cut back on drinking A LOT before layla died. I hadnt seen my mom drunk in over a year. Not since she quit her last job.

But now its back to what it was before. Shes drunk at least 3 nights a week. If not more.

I know she's hoping mercedes will just pass quietly in her sleep

And that might happen

But shes just...wasting away in the mean time.

Before layla went i definitely would be struggling with this. But id never lost a pet before layla. Not really. A couple fish. A cat my dad dumped in the woods cuz she would get into my room while I was napping and claw my face up. But I wasnt that attached to the fish and I was 3 when we had sparks so while I remember the day he took her away and being upset...the emotions aren't really there anymore.

I miss layla like crazy. And it was definitely not an ideal situation since it happened so fast and my parents were 2 states away so I was having to make all these decisions I was NOT prepared to make

But im kinda glad she went first. I think it wouldve been harder on her to lose mercedes than it was on mercedes to lose her. It went fast enough that she didn't have to slowly waste away but not so fast that I didn't get to say goodbye to her. And mercedes health took a bit of a dive right after so...I was able to make peace with the idea of her dying while coming to terms with laylas death.

But now its been 4 months of her living in a plastic pool in my moms office

And she did seem to improve after we put her in the pool. She was struggling to make it across the hall to get water in my room (and also to make it into the litterbox)

But. I think its definitely time now and I dont know if my moms ready. She still seems to be hoping mercedes will just go in her sleep.

Anyway...there's not really a point to this beyond just trying to organize my thoughts

#on a lighter note...chewby is still absolutely perplexed by mercedes not being able to see her #now that i can read her body language clearer she definitely just wants to play with the cats #and shes incredibly gentle and respectful of mercedes space #despite loving food almost as much as layla did she has never tried to steal it even when she steps in the pool with mercedes #but is completely confused about mercedes not reacting to her presence despite seemingly looking directly at her #we were a little worried letting them interact at first since chewby was so keyed in on her but chewby is a thinker #shes crazy smart and you can almost see the wheels turning in her head trying to figure out why this cat doesnt react to her #like harley RUNS from her but mercedes ''looks'' directly at her and has no reaction #chewby is SO gentle with mercedes tho #which is kinda funny cuz she was NOT gentle with her puppies. quite the opposite. and now that the puppies are about 5 months old #she still sees a few of them sometimes #and she has about the same amound of affection towards them as she does all other dogs #including the 2 that mike kept that she still lived with most of the time before coming here #shes absolutely obsessed with the cats tho #she really really wants harley to play with her #harley can look at chewby without running and hiding out of fear now but she still stays up high and keeps her distance #but chewby is a lot of dog for harley. both literally in that she's at least 4x bigger than layla way #but also the fact that chewby is VERY intense. total sweetheart. 2 years old so still quite puppy like.#but very intense

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acourtofredqueens · 7 years

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ACOTAR: Wings and Starlight Part 3

Here is part 3! I think this is my favourite chapter so far! You get to see a bit more of the back story to why people are quite protective of Layla. Enjoy!

Tagging : @dreamworld-1997 @crazybookladythings @foreverlovingthenightskies @my-ships-will-never-be-sank

Moonlight glimmered on the Sidra as the group waltzed along the iridescent river that traversed through the City of Starlight. Aidan and Briana skipped ahead laughing, fully enjoying Velaris under the star lit sky and admiring the various stalls that lined the streets.

Behind them Layla and Rhydian walked arm in arm, quietly giggling at the pair in front as they hopped to a food seller and Briana stuffed a huge piece of chocolate cake in her mouth as Aidan quickly paid the man who smiled at their antics. Honestly, Layla had no clue how her cousin managed to eat after the dinner. She was absolutely stuffed to the brim and the sight of food made her actually want to turn and run the other way.

Layla sighed.

She was perfectly content to walk around the city, her city, in the arms of her best friend talking about everything the other missed in their lives. But… it seemed her delightful twin and cousin had other plans as they turned down a street onto the lively square full of shops and bars. Briana always running to the nearest dresses and pulling them against her body in exaggerated poses while Aidan ran his hand through his deep blue tinged hair as he either shook his head or nodded eagerly in mock love. Sometimes, Layla thought, her cousin inherited too much of her father’s sass while she paraded around the city like a princess – like her mother.

It was a cool winter evening and the frost bit into her skin like tiny irritating bugs. Why didn’t I bring a thicker coat? Layla thought to herself as her body began to shiver with cold so in a hope to steal some of his body heat, she huddled even closer to Rhydian. But, Rhydian the oh so ever observant male looked down at her as his chestnut hair fell over his eyes and smiled. That stupid crooked smile that made Layla weak at the knees.

“Are you cold?” Rhydian asked as he put his arm around Layla’s shoulder and pulled her flush against his body.

“A little,” Layla replied, trying not to sound too desperate for warmth. They came to a stop on a bridge as Aidan and Briana rounded a corner. Let them have some fun. Rhydian swiftly stepped away and Layla almost whined. Almost… Until, she noticed him shrugging off his thick coat and putting it around her shoulders. His scent soon cocooned her and she breathed it in, forever encasing it in her memory. Mist and jasmine. Layla smiled in thanks which immediately turned into a frown when she saw Rhydian smiling at her. She looked down to find she had begun to faintly glow which always occurred when she was happy. A rosy blush crept up her cheeks as Layla tried to dim her obvious power.

How embarrassing.

“Oh no, don’t. I like it when you glow, it means I succeeded in making my friend happy,” Rhydian exclaimed, taking a step towards Layla. Layla could do nothing but stare at his beautiful face set in a wide grin as he took in her blushed appearance. Why did her heart beat so fast? Quickly, she shook her head and grinned, “At least one of us does. It’s embarrassing!”

It was - to have her emotions so openly on display.

Rhydian took one step. Then another. “I think it’s cute.” At this point, Layla had to look up at Rhydian’s loving gaze but had to avoid his eyes by looking down, which evidently meant looking at his broad chest, as another blush rose like vines over her cheeks. That was when she realised he was wearing even less clothing than her without his coat keeping him warm.

“Shoot, Rhy! You must be even colder than me! Here, you can have it back. I’m warmer now,” which sounding unconvincing even in her own head. It must have sounded as bad as she thought because Rhydian lightly covered her shoulders with the coat again saying, “No it’s okay. I’m used to the cold.” Layla felt a twinge of guilt.

Of course.

Of course, he was. The Illyrian training camps were in the harshest conditions Layla could imagine. It was as cold as ice. Mostly because it was covered in ice. She wished he never had to return there, that he would do this stupid Blood Rite and then come live in Velaris with his friends. With her.

Layla graciously smiled and accepted his coat again. He was one of the most kindest and caring people she had ever met even though he had grown up in such a gruesome setting that left no room for love. A silence settled over them like a blanket and Layla walked up to the railing and leaned over peering into the glistening reflection. Rhydian’s reflection joined hers on the water undulating with the current as he stepped up to her side.

“I missed you so much Rhy” Layla sighed.

“I missed you too my Petite L’etoile.” The nickname warmed her inside even more than his coat did. She hated to ask but… “When do you have to go back?”

Rhydian looked down, avoiding her gaze. “The day after tomorrow.” No. That was not nearly enough time to be with her best friend. Not nearly enough when they had been separated for almost a year. “That – that’s so soon,” Layla stuttered.

“I know. I’m sorry but there is not a day that goes by that I don’t wish I could be by your side.” Rhydian gently took her delicate hand in his own as she fought to hold back tears. “Besides, someone has to make sure you don’t get into any trouble.” Layla playfully nudged him but still an overwhelming sense of sadness consumed her. Her best friend was being taken from her. Again.

There was no noise except the tranquil lapping of the water as both Layla and Rhydian enjoyed being in the other’s presence. Suddenly, laughter filled the air as Aidan and Briana retreated around the corner to find them. “Hey, that’s where you went! We’re heading to Rita’s if you want to join us?” suggested Aidan.

Rhydian looked to Layla to see what she wanted. Layla reached out into his mind which Rhydian gladly let her in to (Rhys had taught him how to raise and lower his mental shields to be safe.)

Can we stay out here for a bit longer? I want to spend as much time as I can with you.

Of course, my Petite L’etoile. Whatever you want.

“I think we will stay out here for a while, then join you later if that’s alright brother?” Rhydian answered to which Aidan just shrugged and said, “Suit yourself.” Layla giggled at her brother’s mock hurt and just to make him feel better she added, “We will be over soon. Go enjoy yourselves!” Aidan held out his pinkie and Layla slipped hers around it as their magic joined in only a way a twin would as it searched for the other piece to its soul.

“You two with your weird twin things” Briana said as she rolled her eyes. Aidan just chuckled and ruffled her hair and then turned to Rhydian and fist bumped him with a “See you in a bit,” while Briana flattened her wavy hair with a squeak. The two sauntered off and Briana joyfully stamped on Aidan’s foot which Layla could only assume was punishment for messing her hair.

When they were gone, the two of them stood by the river chatting about everything they could think of from life in Velaris to life in the Illyrian camps. When they stopped, they both stood gazing at the water below them wrapped in each other’s warmth. Rhydian turned back to Layla and took both of her hands in his and quietly said, “I haven’t seen you since what happened last year… how are you?” Layla was waiting for him to ask this question so was already prepared to answer it.

By “what happened”, Rhydian meant the incident last year when a rebel group had captured her and… she didn’t want to talk about it but Rhydian had found her and carried her back to her parents and stayed with her in the first two months after the incident to help her recover. He never left her side until he got called back to the Illyrian camps for more training.

“I’m perfectly fine.” Layla lied and sensing her lie, Rhydian raised an eyebrow in question so sighing, Layla continued with her eyes fixed on the water as if it gave her courage to talk about it. “I am fine… I still get nightmares sometimes but… they’re slowly leaving. Father is very protective of me but I understand he doesn’t want it to happen again - to anyone. Physically I’m fine, probably even better than before with my Uncles’ training.” She huffed a laugh. No one had to remind her what had happened to the certain group that attacked her that day. She added softly, “Thank you for staying with me. I never got a chance to say it in person before you left.” She had people send messages to him, usually one of her uncles or even her father to tell him but it didn’t feel as right as saying it now.

Rhydian leaned in and pressed a small kiss on her forehead. This crazy blurred line between them still consistently there. “You have nothing to be thankful for. I wouldn’t have just left you.” Sensing the mood to take a turn into a pitying atmosphere, Layla playfully tugged on his arm saying, “Come on. Let’s go to Rita’s. The other two will be wondering where we are.”

Rhydian grinned. “Race you.”

Oh it’s on, Layla thought.

Running all the way there, Layla hating to admit she only won because Rhydian let her, they entered the building. Briana and Aidan reached them as soon as they were through the door, pleased they had finally turned up. The four of them danced and drank and sang all night. Layla did not want Rhydian to leave. She did not want him putting his life in danger in the Blood Rite despite knowing he wanted to prove himself to her family. So, she danced and danced with him, wishing to never let him go. Little did she know, Rhydian, holding Layla in his arms as they twirled around the floor was thinking the exact same thing.

That was part 3! Hope you liked it!

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