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Rumors

Warnings: men, swearing, canon typical violence, eventual smut

She was a spy. She lived in the realm of rumors and secrets. It was hard to know what wasn’t a front.

Part One - Whispers

Part Two

Part Three

salem didn't intend on stealing rohan's cat, technically, but when she came across the cute orange creature she assumed it was a stray and had the bright idea to bring home a friend for stevie. her brain was buzzing with ideas for how the two cats could play and the matching outfits she'd already been plotting on putting them in. secretly she was hoping no one would come looking for it but after some back and forth in the group chat salem realized she did in fact already have a home. the owner in question though was unfortunately it was rohan.

"actually, it's me being a good cat mom and it's you being a horrible cat dad by letting her roam so far i was able to snatch her up. you couldn't pull yourself away from the ocean for two seconds to check on her? truthfully i think she’d be better off with me." salem replied sarcastically as the two sat on her couch observing the napping cats. "you know, if i didn't believe in karma i would have stayed silent in the groupchat but i'd be inconsolable if my cat, stevie which is her name by the way, went missing and i couldn't find her."

closed  starter  for  SALEM  (  @cybermuses  ) location  :  wherever  the  kitty  cats  are  at  right  now  lmfao

-ˋˏ ꒰ 🐚 ꒱ ── boat  cat  does  look  comfortable,  curled  up  in  the  basket,  sleeping  next  to  the  second  cat,  the  black  one,  exactly  like  the  picture.  it's  a  fact  rohan  can't  deny.  he  never  worried  that  she  was  in  the  wrong  hands, really the cat has always come and gone as she wanted,  but  he  did  have  a  lot  of  questions  that  were  left  unanswered  :  how'd  she  get  here  ?  where  did  salem  come  across  her  ?  did  she  know  anything  else  about  this  little  orange  cats  other  alter  egos  ?

"  so  is  this  like.  .  .  some  kind  of  messed  up  cat psychological experiment  thing  ?  "  he  asks  her  dubiously,  "  you  just  go  out  onto  the  street  looking  for  other  unsuspecting  cats  and  then  play  matchmaker  ?  bring  them  home,  set  them  up.  .  .  "  he  gestures  vaguely  towards  the  napping  cats  with  his  hand.  that's  a  weird  hobby,  he  thinks,  ever-curious  to  see  just  how  the  tabby  ended  up  in  this  most  recent  situation.  "  hope  they  live  happily  ever  after  ?  "  he  points  to  the  second  cat,  the  culprit  in  question,  "  can  i  least  know  their  name  or  is  that  an  impolite  thing  to  ask  ?  "