One day, we'll meet again.

My name's Sissel and I'm a cat.
I live with Detective Jowd, Kamila and Missile.
I've a happy live.

...but I'll never forget him.

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~ Sunday, April 15 ~
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revengefulspirit:

You’re far from alone, pal. There’s gods-know-how-many of me out there, you could take your pick.

I met them, and I don’t want them.

I want to stay with you, Yomiel.

I picked you. We’re both lonely, so why shouldn’t I pick you?

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~ Friday, April 13 ~
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revengefulspirit:

I’m sure there is.

But what would I do. If I came back I mean.

Staying’s better. S’what I deserve.

I can tell you what you could do. Staying with me.

Not leaving me alone. I don’t want to watch everyone die but never being able dying myself.

Let us just stay together. We can keep each other company.

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revengefulspirit:

Thanks for that happy reminder. Sure is a good thing I have you around to tell me things I already —

nevermind. Too late to matter now.

…is there no way to bring you back?

There has to be a way. You can’t just… stay there.


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revengefulspirit:

I —

gods, you’d kill me if you could, it’d be a blessing, too.

I didn’t. He didn’t. I.

Fuck, I dunno.

You didn’t.

You’re trapped. Trapped in the dark ocean forever, right? And Sissel will be alone again.

Yomiel, you’re a fool. Why, just why didn’t you listen to me?

Now there’s no chance for an happy end…


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~ Thursday, April 12 ~
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My family disappeared.
Phoenix is in prison now, and Trucy lives with some other Phoenix. I don’t know if I can return to them.
I guess I should try to live alone again.

My family disappeared.

Phoenix is in prison now, and Trucy lives with some other Phoenix. I don’t know if I can return to them.

I guess I should try to live alone again.

(Source: justblackcats)

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~ Tuesday, March 13 ~
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redletter-spirit:

…Thank you, Sissel. Guess I should start feeding the you that I have back home the fancy stuff, huh?

You don’t have to - he will still love you. I always did.

(Source: catofkismet)


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redletter-spirit:

…Even if things don’t end up working for me…At least there’s some kind of version of me out there that’s happy.

Though I can’t say I feel any better with you stuck as I am. There’s no end to it, you know.

I know that there’s no end, Yomielle. And I don’t mind.

And I already said, I’m going to keep an eye on you. So that your future will be a good one too.

(Source: catofkismet)


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redletter-spirit:

Ha, really?

You’re making the rest of us look bad, you know.

…A good life. With the people that killed me? Your time must be so…different. Backwards, even.

You think so? Well, I never had a reason to kill anyone, right? I had a good life.

My time is so very different from yours, Yomielle. And at the same time, it was exactly the same.

(Source: catofkismet)


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~ Monday, March 12 ~
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redletter-spirit:

You haven’t…

She looks off into the distance, away from him like she doesn’t really want to say it herself.

…Done anything, have you?

You mean killed? No. Never. I just saved some lives.

[If he could, he would probably shrug now, but instead of he gentle licked the tips of Yomiel’s index finger.]

Don’t worry. I’ve had a good life the last ten years.

(Source: catofkismet)


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redletter-spirit:

Ah, sorry. I’m so used to the you that I have back home.

…How do you stand it?

No problem, Yomielle. Don’t worry.

[He rubs his head against her fingers, even if he didn’t even feel the touch, and keeps purring.]

Good. I got used to it. And I found other ways to… feel. Even if it’s no real feeling, of course, but just something like imagination.

(Source: catofkismet)


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