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section7mfu2013-07-31 10:25 pm
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A Little Drabble Do Ya - The Meeting - A Polnoch Story - Double Drabble
I’m in my favorite place, curled up in Illya’s lap.
He’s relaxing, listening to music while stroking my smooth coat.
There’s a coded knock and the front door opens. I expected to see Napoleon, but my hackles rise as someone I don’t know walks in.
Her scent… I’ve noticed it around this apartment; she’s obviously spent a lot of time here.
My Illya immediately removes me and, smiling, goes to greet this stranger with a kiss.
“Rebecca, vozlyublennaya, glad you are home.”
Hmm, another woman? I wind myself around his legs, marking him as mine.
“Illya, where’s that cat from?”
The black animal sat beside the Russian, golden eyes challenging Rebecca.
“Becca, do you remember I told you a cat saved my life?”
“Yes, is this the one?”
Illya nodded, “this is Polnoch.”
Rebecca knelt down, the cat watching every move.
“In that case I would like to personally thank you for saving Illya. I am pleased to meet you and hope we can be friends.”
Polnoch accepted the offered hand and allowed the gentle ear scratch.
Not being an ordinary cat, the touch brought a vision of the future; she would now have a growing family to look after.
Ref 'Polnoch' http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/25472
Ref 'Family' http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/348441.html
He’s relaxing, listening to music while stroking my smooth coat.
There’s a coded knock and the front door opens. I expected to see Napoleon, but my hackles rise as someone I don’t know walks in.
Her scent… I’ve noticed it around this apartment; she’s obviously spent a lot of time here.
My Illya immediately removes me and, smiling, goes to greet this stranger with a kiss.
“Rebecca, vozlyublennaya, glad you are home.”
Hmm, another woman? I wind myself around his legs, marking him as mine.
“Illya, where’s that cat from?”
The black animal sat beside the Russian, golden eyes challenging Rebecca.
“Becca, do you remember I told you a cat saved my life?”
“Yes, is this the one?”
Illya nodded, “this is Polnoch.”
Rebecca knelt down, the cat watching every move.
“In that case I would like to personally thank you for saving Illya. I am pleased to meet you and hope we can be friends.”
Polnoch accepted the offered hand and allowed the gentle ear scratch.
Not being an ordinary cat, the touch brought a vision of the future; she would now have a growing family to look after.
Ref 'Polnoch' http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/25472
Ref 'Family' http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/348441.html
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Lovely story!
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yes, I did switch tenses intentionally. This piece is a double drabble- exactly 200 words. The first 100 (up to 'marking him as mine') are from Polnoch's POV. The second 100 are from the third persons carrying the story on. :)
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