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anythingdrabbleTitle: Sapphire Queen
Fandom: Aristocats
Characters/Pairings: Thomas/Duchess
Word Count: 500
Rating: G/K
Summary: It's a turning point for Thomas.
She has the biggest, most beautiful eyes he has ever seen. He cannot get them out of his head. He could easily go back to Scat Cat and the gang and smoke some catnip with them. He could jazz away the night. He knows there'd be plenty of queens rocking the joint, but none of them would be Duchess.
There will never be another Duchess, O'Malley knows, but he also knows that he is not right for her. He could never be deserving of her, or the right father to raise those precious kittens of hers. And they are precious! Boisterous Toulose and shy Berlioz are adorable, but most of all, there's Marie, the spitting image of her mother. Her eyes are almost as unforgettable, but Thomas knows he will manage one day. He will manage, because it is the best thing for all of them.
He shakes his head again, trying desperately to clear his mind of Duchess' huge, blue eyes and the way she had looked up at him last night underneath the Paris moonlight. He had been ready to agree to a lifetime with her, even to accepting her kittens into his pad. But then she had had to remember her human and spoil everything, her tender words of love for her human biting at him the facts that they are just too different and there could never be any real place in Duchess' life for a mangy, old alley cat like himself.
He pauses, one foot raised high in mid-step and looks over his muscular shoulder. He can hear a train whistle blowing in the distance and knows he should be on it. He should be on it, moving as fast and as far away from the threat of being held down as he's always moved in his entire life. But those eyes of Duchess' seem to still be on him. He can almost hear her calling his name. His ears twitch, recalling her crooning pleas for him to stay and give Madame a chance. He meows forlornly, vividly recalling those huge, crystal blue eyes of hers batting up at him.
They are more beautiful than the stars themselves, than anything Thomas has ever witnessed in all his nine lives. Last night, they had seemed bigger than the night sky and had certainly offered him so very much more. But he can't be a father, can't be a housepet, can't even honestly be a one-queen tom. He'll never settle down. It's not in his blood. As for his breeding, well, unlike Duchess and other aristocats like her, he has no breeding. It is here on the streets where he belongs. These houses around him and their humans were never meant for an alley cat like him!
"MISTER O'MALLEY! HEY! STOP! DUCHESS AND KITTENS -- "
The bold squeaker shocks Thomas, but Duchess needs him. That's all that matters! His old life is over. He doesn't hesitate to make the life-transforming change, or to run for his Sapphire Queen.
The End
Fandom: Aristocats
Characters/Pairings: Thomas/Duchess
Word Count: 500
Rating: G/K
Summary: It's a turning point for Thomas.
She has the biggest, most beautiful eyes he has ever seen. He cannot get them out of his head. He could easily go back to Scat Cat and the gang and smoke some catnip with them. He could jazz away the night. He knows there'd be plenty of queens rocking the joint, but none of them would be Duchess.
There will never be another Duchess, O'Malley knows, but he also knows that he is not right for her. He could never be deserving of her, or the right father to raise those precious kittens of hers. And they are precious! Boisterous Toulose and shy Berlioz are adorable, but most of all, there's Marie, the spitting image of her mother. Her eyes are almost as unforgettable, but Thomas knows he will manage one day. He will manage, because it is the best thing for all of them.
He shakes his head again, trying desperately to clear his mind of Duchess' huge, blue eyes and the way she had looked up at him last night underneath the Paris moonlight. He had been ready to agree to a lifetime with her, even to accepting her kittens into his pad. But then she had had to remember her human and spoil everything, her tender words of love for her human biting at him the facts that they are just too different and there could never be any real place in Duchess' life for a mangy, old alley cat like himself.
He pauses, one foot raised high in mid-step and looks over his muscular shoulder. He can hear a train whistle blowing in the distance and knows he should be on it. He should be on it, moving as fast and as far away from the threat of being held down as he's always moved in his entire life. But those eyes of Duchess' seem to still be on him. He can almost hear her calling his name. His ears twitch, recalling her crooning pleas for him to stay and give Madame a chance. He meows forlornly, vividly recalling those huge, crystal blue eyes of hers batting up at him.
They are more beautiful than the stars themselves, than anything Thomas has ever witnessed in all his nine lives. Last night, they had seemed bigger than the night sky and had certainly offered him so very much more. But he can't be a father, can't be a housepet, can't even honestly be a one-queen tom. He'll never settle down. It's not in his blood. As for his breeding, well, unlike Duchess and other aristocats like her, he has no breeding. It is here on the streets where he belongs. These houses around him and their humans were never meant for an alley cat like him!
"MISTER O'MALLEY! HEY! STOP! DUCHESS AND KITTENS -- "
The bold squeaker shocks Thomas, but Duchess needs him. That's all that matters! His old life is over. He doesn't hesitate to make the life-transforming change, or to run for his Sapphire Queen.
The End
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