#guardian : ɪ ᴘᴇʀᴄᴇɪᴠᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴀʟsᴏ ᴠᴇxᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏƒ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ

[reawakening]

Two black cats are nearby Uldren. A lanky one that seems to happily pitter patter their way over to the man and the other keeps its distance, sitting in the shadows and keeping a careful eye on them. The smaller one meows at him and flops on his boots, purring up a storm.

Uldren slowly looks down at the thin slip of a feline happily wriggling against his feet. A quick glance to the other of the two suggests that the smaller of the pair is also the younger. The kit’s fur is a densely coloured black, though he can discern an undercoat of white fur beneath.

Staring at the other, older tomcat —  clearly a male, and one who has seen a fight or ten, given the cat’s scuffed ears and oddly crooked tail —  Uldren slowly lowers himself onto his haunches. He reaches out a hand to cautiously stroke the loudly purring cat’s fur.

[reawakening]

Armani puts their forehead on Uldren's chest with a quiet huff. Bandaged hands played with the fabric of his shirt as they stepped closer to his form. "I missed you."

“You’re cross with me.” He wraps an arm around their shoulders and draws them in, then leans down to rest his head atop theirs, flattening Armani’s spiky hair with a smirk on his face. “You’ve been missed,” he murmurs. “I...I’m sorry.”