Alyxa found it severely unnerving to watch Morpheus and Bast; the one would look at the other, and yet their eyes never met. Bast had taken to sitting on the windowsill in the front room, looking out into the world, and Morpheus would then stand in the arched doorway at the other end of the room, just watching her. Sometimes, Alyxa wondered if they spoke to each other at all, and if they did if those conversations would ever be audible or if they would remain restricted to the eerie ESP that she suspected was going on.
Nights were different of course; Bast had taken to sleeping on Amy’s bed for the majority of the night, only to be completely untraceable in the morning. Amy took it all for granted, in that innocent childlike way, but Alyxa suspected that there was more than the regular feline nocturnal activities going on Bast’s excursions.
“But where does she go?” she asked Morpheus one morning, waking to find him gently licking blood off her fingers.
“Have you ever tried to ask a cat where she goes?”
“Well...I’ve never had to put up with a cat that could talk, now have I?” Alyxa countered.
“Have you not?” Morpheus queried.
Alyxa stared at him, confusion pouring into her mind, she was distracted by the gentle kiss of his lips against her wrist as he drew more blood from her.
“No...” she murmured, “no, I haven’t. Mortal...cats don’t talk.”
“Of course they do, my love,” Morpheus chided, his voice strangely thick with humanity, “you simply do not know how to listen yet.”
She smiled, drowsy once more.
“Do you think...you could teach me?”
“To listen?”
Alyxa nodded, she could feel Réveille pulling at her from just beyond the veil.
“You and I can do anything...anything.”
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