'Tell me your story. Start from the beginning. Start from where you felt unloved. Tell me the things you're afraid to admit. I want to know what makes you happy. Pretty girl, I want to make you happy again.'
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.28 | Bittersweet Goodbyes
{Please forgive me for how long it has been since updating this story, but I'm BACK BABY! I feel that my writing greatly improved as well since I worked on so many original stories prior to coming back to this one. }
The soft whirring sound from the Quinjet vibrated with a dull hum, creating a soothing backdrop to what was unfolding within. She heard Natasha's voice from the cockpit signaling that they were about to arrive within ten minutes to their destination.
In her majestic tiger form, Merida lay beside Ansem, her lion counterpart and dear friend from the circus. The space around them was cozy, despite the mechanical surroundings and the circuit board of buttons and gadgets that Natasha navigated with precision and ease.
Merida's feline eyes drifted fondly to the king of the savannah plans next to her. She gazed at the magnificent creature beside her, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as Ansem's curious eyes met hers.
In that exchange, a silent understanding passed between them.
It was a language of friendship that needed no words. The lion's heart resonated with the tiger within Merida, a resonance beyond their physical forms.
With the circus, there was a sense of instability, but with Ansem, she had found a constant sense of familiarity that never wavered. They had been inseparable - a duo of two species that fate had brought together.
But even she knew that he deserved a place that was far greater than the tower could give to him. Ansem was a wild lion after all, and he belonged with others of his kind, and a chance to be rehabilitated so he could, maybe, one day go home and start a pride of his own.
She was glad she was a tiger right now. It spared her from the tidal wave of tears that she knew would be falling if she were human. But for now, those tears were felt deep within her tiger heart, a deep ache in her bones that held a bittersweet symphony of love, sadness, and courage.
As the Quinjet continued its journey to Colorado, the outside world was reduced to streaks of scenery passing by in the form of blurring colors and landscapes of earthy brown that blended together with blue bodies of water.
But within that metal cocoon, Ansem and Merida found solace in each other's presence.
Her gaze gracefully shifted to the right, where Steve was nestled in his seat, the very picture of ease. A sense of tranquility washed over his aura as it billowed in shades of yellow, pink, and light blue. She noticed the strong ripples of the muscles of his biceps as they stretched against his dark blue shirt, his hands clasped together relaxed in his lap.
