Post by Munkustrap Etc. on Jun 4, 2007 21:18:05 GMT -5
((Characters: Alonzo, Tumblebrutus
Thread Summary: During the night, Tumble decided to tell Alonzo what he was about to before Pouncival interrupted. He proceeds to not only spill his fears about his relationship with Quaxo to Alonzo, but also Quaxo's true identity, as Macavity's son. Since Alonzo's the Protector, he deserves to know that, right?
In conclusion, Tumble confesses also that he no longer can trust anyone, because of how badly Quaxo messed with his faith in people.))
At night, as Alonzo guarded the station while the kittens and queens slept, Tumble slunk up to his brother. His tail drooped, and his ears were low, but he still approached the black and white tom. "'Lonz?"
Alonzo looked over to his brother, ears perking at his voice. "Hey, Tumble." He said quietly, "How are you?"
"Not so great," Tumble mumbled, lying down beside the Protector. "Everyone keeps wanting me to talk about my personal life."
"Oh, I see." Alonzo looked curiously at Tumble. "And you really don't want to tell anyone?" He questioned, concerned. What could be so bad that Tumble didn't want to speak about it at all?
Tumble shook his head. “No… because it makes me feel like an idiot,” he said, speaking into his paws.
Alonzo nuzzled his brother gently, hoping to comfort him. "You aren't an idiot...if you tell me what happened, I can effectively detail every reason why you aren't."
“Let’s try continually trusting Quaxo even though I know he’s lying to me?” Tumble asked darkly. This glum mood was most unlike Tumble, as he was usually on the cheerful side, hopelessly optimistic and always looking for the best in people. For him to speak so… venomously about another cat, especially his best friend in the whole world… not so great was an understatement for how he was doing.
Alonzo narrowed his eyes. "Quaxo?" He repeated, frowning. He knew Tumble was involved with the little black cat... but he hadn't known about any lying. "What is he lying about?" Alonzo asked softly.
“Everything,” Tumble said, closing his eyes. “I don’t know anymore. I thought I knew him… but I don’t. And I thought I could trust him… but I can’t.” He put his paws over his eyes and shook his head. “I don’t know anything about him, except that he’s still in love with Munkustrap. Quaxo’s not even his real name!”
Alonzo's brow furrowed. "I..." He stopped, unsure. "Oh, Tumble..." His eyes closed briefly, and he shook his head, mouth locked in a frown. Quaxo...whatever his name was... was not getting away with lying to his brother. "It's not your fault, you didn't know..."
“I did know,” Tumble whispered. “I knew ever since he kissed me. And I knew some of his other lies before even that. But I ignored it, and tried to believe him, because I wanted to believe him. And he kept doing things, like saying Munkustrap’s name instead of mine, or being really affectionate only when Munkustrap was around, or deliberately trying to piss off Munkustrap… and I knew I wasn’t the one he wanted. But I kept asking him, and he kept lying, and I kept believing…”
Alonzo sighed gently, not in exasperation but in sadness. "I'm sorry, Tumble. I'm sorry he hurt you..." He pressed his head gently against his brother's shoulder. "But don't feel stupid. You can't help but want happiness."
Tumble looked up at Alonzo. “Did Munkustrap tell you who he is?” he asked. “Since you’re the new Protector and all…”
Alonzo's tail twitched, "No..." He said slowly. "Who is Quaxo?"
“His name is Mirza,” Tumble said. He paused, wondering if he really should tell Alonzo who Mirza was, but figured, as the Protector, he really ought to know who was in the Jellicle tribe. “He’s Macavity’s son.”
Alonzo was speechless for a moment, speechless at the news and at Munkustrap's neglecting to mention that fact. He recovered, shaking his head. "Macavity's son?" He hissed. "No wonder he's so...magical! I do wonder why we still allow him with us if he lies like he does..."
“Munkustrap said we could trust him,” Tumble whispered. “Remember when he got kidnapped in the fall? And how Plato and I went with Munkustrap to get him back? Macavity called him Mirza, and his son, and then afterwards, Quaxo told me that he wasn’t evil like his father, and Munkustrap pulled us aside and said that we could still trust Quaxo, that Quaxo had run away from Macavity and we were giving him asylum. Munkustrap said we could trust him… so I did.”
Alonzo nodded, letting out a deep breath. "If Munkustrap trusts him, it's probably okay. But," He paused, unsure about voicing his thoughts. "Do you think Munkustrap's judgment may have been...clouded? Because...because of who it was...?"
Tumble nodded once. “But Munkustrap’s been letting him stay in the tribe for over a year now, and they only got together after the Ball… so I figured he must have trusted him for over a year, so it was okay.”
"Yeah..." Alonzo nodded as well. He turned to his brother, "Are you going to be okay?" He asked simply, softly, his manner a little awkward.
Tumble shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean… he’s been my best friend ever since Dad died… I trusted him with everything… and then he goes and does this. It wouldn’t be so bad if he didn’t keep insisting he loved me… if he had actually just been honest, and said, “I want to make Munk jealous, will you help me?” But now… I can’t trust him. And he’s the one cat I trusted more than anyone. Except Munkustrap and Dad. And Deuteronomy.”
Alonzo's frowned deepened. "I'm so sorry." He replied, unable to think of any words of comfort. He could feel anger at Quaxo bubbling inside him - it wasn't fair to do what the cat had done, especially to someone Alonzo cared about...
Tumble scooted closer to Alonzo, nuzzling his brother’s side. “I can still trust you… right?” He turned vulnerable brown eyes up to meet Alonzo’s. After what Quaxo did… Tumble wasn’t sure he could trust anyone. Maybe not even Munkustrap or Deuteronomy.
Alonzo looked back at Tumble. "Of course." He said honestly. "You don't even have to ask."
“Yes I do,” Tumble replied, closing his eyes and curling against Alonzo.
Alonzo leaned into Tumble, supporting his weight. He didn't know what more to say.
Thread Summary: During the night, Tumble decided to tell Alonzo what he was about to before Pouncival interrupted. He proceeds to not only spill his fears about his relationship with Quaxo to Alonzo, but also Quaxo's true identity, as Macavity's son. Since Alonzo's the Protector, he deserves to know that, right?
In conclusion, Tumble confesses also that he no longer can trust anyone, because of how badly Quaxo messed with his faith in people.))
At night, as Alonzo guarded the station while the kittens and queens slept, Tumble slunk up to his brother. His tail drooped, and his ears were low, but he still approached the black and white tom. "'Lonz?"
Alonzo looked over to his brother, ears perking at his voice. "Hey, Tumble." He said quietly, "How are you?"
"Not so great," Tumble mumbled, lying down beside the Protector. "Everyone keeps wanting me to talk about my personal life."
"Oh, I see." Alonzo looked curiously at Tumble. "And you really don't want to tell anyone?" He questioned, concerned. What could be so bad that Tumble didn't want to speak about it at all?
Tumble shook his head. “No… because it makes me feel like an idiot,” he said, speaking into his paws.
Alonzo nuzzled his brother gently, hoping to comfort him. "You aren't an idiot...if you tell me what happened, I can effectively detail every reason why you aren't."
“Let’s try continually trusting Quaxo even though I know he’s lying to me?” Tumble asked darkly. This glum mood was most unlike Tumble, as he was usually on the cheerful side, hopelessly optimistic and always looking for the best in people. For him to speak so… venomously about another cat, especially his best friend in the whole world… not so great was an understatement for how he was doing.
Alonzo narrowed his eyes. "Quaxo?" He repeated, frowning. He knew Tumble was involved with the little black cat... but he hadn't known about any lying. "What is he lying about?" Alonzo asked softly.
“Everything,” Tumble said, closing his eyes. “I don’t know anymore. I thought I knew him… but I don’t. And I thought I could trust him… but I can’t.” He put his paws over his eyes and shook his head. “I don’t know anything about him, except that he’s still in love with Munkustrap. Quaxo’s not even his real name!”
Alonzo's brow furrowed. "I..." He stopped, unsure. "Oh, Tumble..." His eyes closed briefly, and he shook his head, mouth locked in a frown. Quaxo...whatever his name was... was not getting away with lying to his brother. "It's not your fault, you didn't know..."
“I did know,” Tumble whispered. “I knew ever since he kissed me. And I knew some of his other lies before even that. But I ignored it, and tried to believe him, because I wanted to believe him. And he kept doing things, like saying Munkustrap’s name instead of mine, or being really affectionate only when Munkustrap was around, or deliberately trying to piss off Munkustrap… and I knew I wasn’t the one he wanted. But I kept asking him, and he kept lying, and I kept believing…”
Alonzo sighed gently, not in exasperation but in sadness. "I'm sorry, Tumble. I'm sorry he hurt you..." He pressed his head gently against his brother's shoulder. "But don't feel stupid. You can't help but want happiness."
Tumble looked up at Alonzo. “Did Munkustrap tell you who he is?” he asked. “Since you’re the new Protector and all…”
Alonzo's tail twitched, "No..." He said slowly. "Who is Quaxo?"
“His name is Mirza,” Tumble said. He paused, wondering if he really should tell Alonzo who Mirza was, but figured, as the Protector, he really ought to know who was in the Jellicle tribe. “He’s Macavity’s son.”
Alonzo was speechless for a moment, speechless at the news and at Munkustrap's neglecting to mention that fact. He recovered, shaking his head. "Macavity's son?" He hissed. "No wonder he's so...magical! I do wonder why we still allow him with us if he lies like he does..."
“Munkustrap said we could trust him,” Tumble whispered. “Remember when he got kidnapped in the fall? And how Plato and I went with Munkustrap to get him back? Macavity called him Mirza, and his son, and then afterwards, Quaxo told me that he wasn’t evil like his father, and Munkustrap pulled us aside and said that we could still trust Quaxo, that Quaxo had run away from Macavity and we were giving him asylum. Munkustrap said we could trust him… so I did.”
Alonzo nodded, letting out a deep breath. "If Munkustrap trusts him, it's probably okay. But," He paused, unsure about voicing his thoughts. "Do you think Munkustrap's judgment may have been...clouded? Because...because of who it was...?"
Tumble nodded once. “But Munkustrap’s been letting him stay in the tribe for over a year now, and they only got together after the Ball… so I figured he must have trusted him for over a year, so it was okay.”
"Yeah..." Alonzo nodded as well. He turned to his brother, "Are you going to be okay?" He asked simply, softly, his manner a little awkward.
Tumble shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean… he’s been my best friend ever since Dad died… I trusted him with everything… and then he goes and does this. It wouldn’t be so bad if he didn’t keep insisting he loved me… if he had actually just been honest, and said, “I want to make Munk jealous, will you help me?” But now… I can’t trust him. And he’s the one cat I trusted more than anyone. Except Munkustrap and Dad. And Deuteronomy.”
Alonzo's frowned deepened. "I'm so sorry." He replied, unable to think of any words of comfort. He could feel anger at Quaxo bubbling inside him - it wasn't fair to do what the cat had done, especially to someone Alonzo cared about...
Tumble scooted closer to Alonzo, nuzzling his brother’s side. “I can still trust you… right?” He turned vulnerable brown eyes up to meet Alonzo’s. After what Quaxo did… Tumble wasn’t sure he could trust anyone. Maybe not even Munkustrap or Deuteronomy.
Alonzo looked back at Tumble. "Of course." He said honestly. "You don't even have to ask."
“Yes I do,” Tumble replied, closing his eyes and curling against Alonzo.
Alonzo leaned into Tumble, supporting his weight. He didn't know what more to say.
