milliways_bar | (no subject)

O.O

Faith.....

stares.

".....hi, Yrael?"

There's a muffled, cheerful, "Hi, Faith!"

He's hiding under a table.

"......in the catnip again?"

How well she knows him.

~~Run, run, as fast as you can!~~

"You can't catch me."

~~I'm the Not'Cat'Man!~~

"Come on." She can see him grinning through the tangle of chair- and table-legs.

Faith just laughs at him.

"You are so wasted."

He vaults over the table to stand just out of arms reach, grinning superiorly.

"It's you who're wasted, if you can't even try. Pooooooooooor wasted Faith." He turns, suddenly, searching. "Did you hear that? What was that noise?"

It was probably someone closing the door, or something, but it seems to be terribly fascinating to the poor not'cat.

*SLAYERTACKLE!*

"Wasted, am I?"

He goes "OOF!" as he hits the ground, then laughs. "Maaaaaaaaybe not yet, but you cert'nly will be, when I catch you. You are 'it', now, right? That is how the game goes? Or am I 'it', chasing you? Or am I thinking of a different game? I confess I did not pay much attention to the rules."

"I'm it," Faith agrees, and jumps up, then runs for the door.

"Not for long, you're not!" He staggers to his feet, bumping into tables as he gives chase, laughing.

Faith, being sober, has quite the advantage.

Mmmm, outdoors!

True, Faith has the Slayerquickness, but she is fleeing a, high or not, insanely quick, catlike Bright Shiner, so...

...he soon gets distracted by a pretty yellow leaf that falls in his path.

It's just... so pretty!

Faith, noticing that she's not being chased anymore, turns to see why, and bursts out laughing.

As if picking up a rare and fragile object, Yrael plucks the leaf(such a lovely yellow) from the grass and tucks it behind his ear.

He grins at her, practically beaming.

From that distance, the leaf looks scarily like a canary feather, caught in a cat's fur.

"Lovely," Faith says.

She's not put off by the feather appearance.

"Isn't it?" He grins.

He bounces from foot to foot, cheerfully. "Ooh!" he exclaims as he notices the sun going down. "Come with me, come with me! You must see this!"

He bounds off towards the trees.

Faith follows, as fast as she can.

Yrael in this mood is so entertaining.

"Come on, come on! Hurry hurry hurry!" He calls, singsong, as he leads her weaving through the trees on a route only he knows.

"Keep up, keep up, or we'll miss it!" Harmlessly (*cough*) grazing demon rabbits scatter in panic as he approaches the clearing where they occasionally feed. They know of him.

"Here, here!"

"I'm running as fast as I can!" Faith says, following behind him at ridiculously high speeds.

"What what what?"

"Come come, come and see." He stands, bouncing on the balls of his feet, in the center of the clearing. His hair blazes white in the sunset light that filters through the leaves of the trees to what must, for lack of compass, be called West.

Faith all but tackles him as she catches up to him, panting for breath.

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?"

"Watch! We just made it." Grinning, he points towards the setting sun.

Just as the sun goes down, its light highly dappled by the leaves in their fall regalia of brilliant color, the last great golden beams shine through the autumn spectrum towards the clearing where Yrael and Faith stand, illuminating all the reds and oranges and yellows of the trees into such brilliant color that the whole forest before them seems aflame with light. An October breeze shakes the colors like a draft flickering a warm fire.

They watch as the beams of sunlight fade, and the colors dim to the twilight greys of ashes, and the sun is set.

Yrael is still bouncing.

".....................oh."

Faith stares, wide-eyed.

"......oh, that's........oh....."

"Yes, it really is." He beams, bouncing.

"....thank you. For showing me."