HAVE YOU EVER LOST HEAVEN [✦] fireflypaw

[GREENEYES]

The tom's life has been hectic as of late, woven in chaos and grief. In it, a solitude in the curse he holds as he regains his footing from the blow of tragedy after tragedy.

The comfort of having his friend around has only been seen in brief glimpses before they're bound to return to their differing duties and, today, as Greeneyes' gaze trains more on the medicine than usual, he realizes this. When is the last time he's had more than a moment to speak with Fireflypaw? When is the last, that is, without Dawnglare's presence looming? Lingering, as the High Priest watches them, analyzes their every move.

It's an inquiry that brings loneliness forth, a yearning to spend time with his friend - to check in on him, to see what's been going on in his world.

His day is rather slow - his patrols have already been completed for the day, and he spends the rest of it in camp. A needed break, probably the first real one of his since the battle. It feels odd, like he should be doing something around camp. Like he needs to be. Greeneyes scans the camp for something to do, and his gaze hits the medicine den multiple times before he remembers: Dawnglare isn't here right now.

He doesn't know where, doesn't know if he really cares to know what the High Priest is up to - but a question follows the realization. Did he take Fireflypaw with him?

Hope rises within him at the chance of the seal point being left behind. Another scan of the camp is made before Greeneyes rises to his paws, making his way over to the medicine den. Later, he'll worry about his presence near the herb storage - whether or not the High Priest can feel his tainted aura among catmint and borage when the cinnamon-red tom makes his return. For now, a snow-splashed face pokes into the hazel bush's entrance.

"Fi? Are you... Are you in here?"

// @Fireflypaw !​

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[Fireflyglow]

His own solitude was deafening, loud amongst the sound of dripping water and the pitter-patter of paws that pass by his den. So desperately does he arrange and rearrange piles of herbs, sticking them into little crevices to organize them so the high priest would have a much easier time in discovering them. His paw absentmindedly wipes at his brow as moisture accumulates, a leak in the roof somewhere- one he wouldn't worry about right now. His mind wanders in quiet moments like these, listening to the soft whistle of Mother's winds outside of the den. Alas, he would find himself alone again. Sleeping bodies amongst him, and yet he is so, so alone.

Fi? Are you.. Are you in here? A nervous voice calls, familiar. His ears perk up momentarily, but he doesn't look. Greeneyes was probably just here for advice on medicine, so he may return to Figfeather or someone else's side soon after. He works up his own courage, his own confidence- then turns to face the orange-and-white tom, a small smile laid upon his lips.

"How can I help you, Greeneyes?" It's almost bitter, the way he says it- but he doesn't let his tone change from the kind familiarity he's grown so used to. He doesn't dare use his star-gifted nickname for the tom, doesn't dare let his attachment show. Greeneyes was destined to live a different life than him, it was only right that he would distance himself from Firefly. His lip trembles momentarily. "Are you alright? I don't smell any blood. How are your wounds?" He asks, half-hearted in his worry. He knew the tom was alright. He'd done well in the battle, after all.​

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[GREENEYES]

He's greeted with his full name, rather than the nickname he usually hears from his friend. No movement is made to nudge a seal-pointed head against his own, and with that, Greeneyes finds himself hesitating before stepping foot in the medicine den. A careful action, one to make sure he isn't stepping on anything important.

Should he even be in here? Had Fireflypaw decided Greeneyes was unwelcome in here too, now? Had... Had Dawnglare's words finally gotten to him? Lessons learned, further knowledge of the curse Greeneyes holds that the warrior himself may never get to understand.

Still, Firefly wears a smile on his face as he asks why Greeneyes is even so close to the medicine den to begin with - as he asks if the warrior is alright. He doesn't know if he is, but Firefly asks of his wounds, and nothing more.

"They're... They're okay," he starts slowly, glancing down at the healing wounds on his chest. They were hardly there anymore, and part of Greeneyes finds himself relieved that they likely won't scar. He knows this knowledge won't do him any good, though - that Fireflypaw might turn him away, if he's doing okay.

"But! But uh, they do kind of hurt if I bump into something... Is that supposed to happen? Or..." he trails off, his gaze looking around the medicine den he's found himself in. Spending time in the medicine den isn't something he usually does - Greeneyes has never really gotten a good look at the place because of that.
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