star [ wroetostar ]

14 march 2016

21 years old

The door swung shut, and a cinnamon boy dropped his cotton candy coloured backpack to the floor.

"What did you want me back so quick for?"

Harry sat relaxed on his bed with his laptop infront of him, blocking most of his features from the boy.

"Harry?"

"Oh, hey star."

"You told me this was an emergency."

Vik stepped forward, and raised an eyebrow.

"It is. How do you feel about cats?"

Vik sighed, exasperated.

"We've talked about this, Harry."

"I know, I know, but I just want to make sure."

"I agreed that one day we can have one. And one only. But not until we're older and out of this dorm."

A small squeak came from behind Harrys laptop, and Vik quizzically looked at the boy.

"I-uh-I'm playing a cat game."

"Of course you are, Harry." Vik chuckled and threw himself down onto the beanbag beside the door.

"I -uh- found two kittens when I was out at the shelter."

Vik threw his arms up.

"Harry, I agreed on one!"

"I know but they were so beautiful!"

"Harry, what did I tell you about making decisions without me!"

"LOOK AT THEM STAR, THEY'RE VULNERABLE."

And from behind Harrys laptop screen, he lifted out two tiny kittens, one in each hand.

"THEY'RE ALREADY HERE?"

"I COULDN'T JUST LEAVE THEM THERE!"

Vik ran a hand over his face, rubbing his temples.

"Harry, I swear to god."

Vik looked up, and Harry was sitting with a proud smile tugging at his lips as the two kittens clung right to him.

One was a light grey - the same colour as Viks sweater - with a pair of lightning yellow eyes and a small black nose. It was rather tiny, and could fit into the palm of Harrys left hand with no struggle. It was calm, playing nonchalantly with a loose thread on Harrys sweater cuff.

The other one was a little bigger, marked white with swirls and splatters of the same dusty blond as Harrys hair. This one was bigger, and had more energy as it struggled and bit at Harrys fingers playfully. It looked up at Harry with crystal blue eyes, down a powered pink nose as it pawed at its owner.

"What's their names?"

"They don't have names. But I was thinking - since I call you star - that they could be space themed."

A small smile played on Viks lips.

"You're such a nerd."

"But I'm your nerd."

Vik stood up, and ventured to the side of Harrys bed where he leaned down to kiss his lover.

"Can I see her?" Vik gestured to the one on Harrys left.

Harry handed her over, and an instant attachment grew as the kitten nuzzled its face into Viks palm and mewled.

"Venus."

Vik took the tiny creature in two hands and held it eye level.

"Hmm?"

"Her name is Venus. Y'know, the goddess of beauty."

Vik was off in his own little world with the calm and serene kitten. Harry hissed in pain, messing around with the hyper kitten. His finger was pricked with small scratches and droplets of blood.

"I want to call this cat asshole."

"You can't call a cat asshole. And how is that space related?"

"Fine. Let's call him... Jupiter! The God of light and sky."

"Perfect." Vik sighed.

Harry smiled.

"Don't you mean purr-fect."

"Right, that's it, I'm not kissing you until tomorrow."

"Aww, please kitten."

"No."