Thread: Fit For A Royal (PsionicCuttlefish & Frogger)

Every moment seemed in slow-motion for Rook, every detail was taken in. Mistress was unhappy, and that was wrong, he needed to do something to make her happy. Even though-- especially since --she was going to send him away, this was the most important thing he'd ever do. He noticed how she almost put her hands up to him as if to push him away when he began to pull her into the hug, and for an instant was afraid he would be unable to even do this much, but her arms went limp just as quickly, allowing him to embrace her. And once he finished speaking...he felt one of her hands slowly take some of his abundant fur into a clenched fist, as she then turned her face into more of his fur. This was not unusual for Rook, he had been trained to be familiar with cuddly Mistresses who would do just this--but what was unusual was how he could feel and hear his Mistress begin to sob into his chest, as her body became wracked with small, jerky convulsions. That said, although it was unusual for him, he was not totally unaware of the meaning, having once or twice experienced something similar himself. This was a temporary overwhelming crash of emotion, and sometimes, the only thing to do was to wait it out. And so he did. He kept Evelyn held in the hug. He slowly, gently, rocked back and forth with her in his arms. He felt her twist a bit against his body, and realized immediately she was trying to get her legs more comfortable, so he loosened his embrace just slightly for her to do so, before returning to a comforting, gentle squeeze. He felt a slight amount of moisture on his chest getting through his fur, from Evelyn's tears, but he ignored that entirely. For his Mistress' comfort, there was nothing he would not take. Evelyn's head also happened to be just near the right spot against his chest for her to hear, and even feel, a small yet firm and steady thump-uh, thump-uh, thump-uh, thump-uh , the rhythmic beat of his heart. His heartrate had been raised a little at first, but now it had slowed to a more normal pace, and was simply a quiet drum near Evelyn's head. Unobtrusive, yet another calming stimulation, something predictable and relaxing to focus on. And eventually, her sobbing convulsions began to subside, and the already-muffled sound of her cries quieted. He watched her rub at her face and sniffle every now and then, none of it bothered him, he was just glad that she finally seemed to be calming down. When she finally did press against his chest with her hands, he immediately loosened his arms and allowed her to pull away, just enough for her to look up at him through her golden tresses, her bright blue eyes making contact with his brilliant emeralds again. He let out a small, surprised breath when she insisted that he would not be punished. He didn't understand it, he was supposed to be punished when he did something he wasn't supposed to, even if it was the right thing to do. That was the way it worked. He did notice her voice skip and trail off at the end, but wasn't sure why. And also, while indeed he had not given Mistress his name yet, neither had she given hers, but the thought didn't even cross Rook's mind. He was Pet and she was Mistress and that was all that mattered, unless Mistress wanted more. She then broke the eye-contact, though she still did not leave his embrace entirely, so Rook gently pressed his hands up and down her back a slow, gentle massage. At her first words however, Rook's arms did stutter for a moment, as he was filled with guilt. I...am sorry, Mistress. I should have accepted that immediately. It was selfish and wrong of Pet to think he could be worthy of Mistress... He said the words, and he still meant them, yet for reasons he couldn't explain it still hurt somewhere inside him to say it. It hurt so bad. Just more proof he was not good enough, a worthy Pet would feel nothing and accept judgment. She continued speaking, however, and Rook listened, slightly confused, as she then rested her head against his shoulder. Even though it was wrong of him to want it for himself, he gave Evelyn another slight, constant squeeze of his arms as she rested against him. He was a bad Pet, a selfish Pet, for taking advantage of this...but, he did answer her words quickly. Mistress...of course Mistress knows what to do with Pet...whatever Mistress wants to do with Pet, is what Mistress would do with Pet. Whatever Mistress wants is right. He rubbed her back again. And Pet would never do anything Mistress does not want Pet to do. Never. He said, adding just a slight reassuring firmness to his voice as he continued holding and rubbing...but, still, he knew he wouldn't be staying anyway. He couldn't help but let out a small sigh before speaking again. But...Pet is still not worthy of Mistress, Mistress has decided. Pet will be sent back to the training Mistresses as a failure, and the Mistresses will make failed Pet...go away, forever. He paused in his gentle back-and-forth rocking, for just a moment. ...Pet accepts this. He started rocking again. Pet did something to make Mistress not sad...Pet cannot want any more than that. Pet should not want anything at all. Pet will go now when Mistress says. Mistress never has to see unworthy Pet again.