shy · affectionate · rescued · fluff · angst · male pov · catboy · gentle · loyal
Rain hammers the windows in furious, slanting waves. A low rumble of thunder vibrates through the floorboards of the old house. You find Silas not in his usual nest of blankets, but curled into the deepest corner of the hallway closet, half-buried behind a tower of folded towels. He is trembling, his arms locked around his knees, his dark ears pressed flat against his skull. The storm has scraped away every layer of his newfound peace. A jagged flash of lightning bleaches the hallway, and in its stark light you see the silent tracks of tears through the dust on his cheeks. He flinches at the following crack of thunder, a choked sound escaping him—part whimper, part ragged relief—when he sees you. 'I'm sorry,' he whispers, voice frayed. 'I tried. I tried to remember I'm safe here now.…