[ Angel Devil. ] [ chatcube, or action. ] [ if you're visiting the rose barn, look for the door with the creepy bat-and-angel-wing sigil on it. Knock first! Or get zapped. ]
[ Mr. Masterpiece is practically glowing at the praise.
✨️✨️✨️✨️ good noise, great noise, PERFECT noise. now this is what we call stress relief. this is so much funner than worrying about all that other shit.
...he actually didn't think about if they had the water running at all, this whole time. which might mean he'll just have to stand around looking statuesque a while, now that he's depositing the last of his clothes at the indicated spot. ]
...The gentleman's quite good at admiring flowers, after all.
[ he's still. pretty shy about his tail. so after that particular daring act of showmanship, it's hanging low, again, but not as much as earlier. The familiarity of this room definitely keeps growing... he doesn't remember anything all that coherent. But laying his clothes down right in that spot, with Muffin in his periphery? Yup. Remember that part. ]
[Muffin hadn't started the water when they first walked in because he wasn't sure if angel devil would still want a bath after reading the letter, but now there's an extremely naked angel devil and that's gotta be for something.
he starts from his reverie and hurries to start the bath, laughing]
Is too beautiful a flower not to notice. Even if, um, turned out to have thorns last time.
[ he folds his arms over his chest, tail swishing with interest.
Muffin's lightly joking about the thorns and laughing. That's a sign. He likes that sign. Talking with him-- he feels like he's following after his own trail in time, from the words tumbling out of his mouth to the implication of time between past event and present.
He wonders how much he gets to keep. He wonders why this interesting thing between them is so... resilient, where entire days were washed away.
He draws over to Muffin's side, because it is a waste of an extremely naked Angel Devil to just be all the way over there the whole time instead of pointedly right there. He reaches into the tub, to splash lazily at the nice hot water... ]
...Every Rose has its thorns. [ splish splash ] But... I know I'd far prefer to only bare them with you when it's fun, not just because some demon said jump. I do remember we talked a little, about...
[ he trails off. he doesn't mean to finish that sentence. ]
[turns around to sit on the edge of the tub as it fills, and reaches up to lightly preen angel devil. his other hand taps on angel devil's elbow (his hip was deemed Too Dangerous), barely even a tug, but a tacit request for him to step closer nonetheless]
I remember. You've... really had a lot of people telling you to jump.
[ the elbow tap! a wise choice. lean lean lean ♡ if you're going to preen over his feathers, he's started to pick up on what the good angles are.
The feathers Muffin had seen coming in with stress barring, that morning by the lakeside, have grown longer. The past might have fallen out of Angel Devil's memory, but the signs of it happening are all still there, farther along the shaft.
in a playful singsong, he says, ]
Woe betide, each and every, lord and lady~. That ever dreams to master me~.
[gives him a small purr when he leans over, and shifts his nails more like claws for better skritches. why not a scalp massage along with feather preening.]
Told me one story but um, it doesn't have an ending yet.
[ long hair means a lot of tension in that scalp means that's objectively rather pleasant. initially feels like a spot between his shoulder blades prickles, a little bit, too, but... it fades, as Muffin keeps going. ]
Do tell. I wonder which.
Was it the one about the old man in a mauseoleum...? Or the Lord of Spades, living in the dark city on a lake? Or maybe...
[ fizzling moment of oh boy. what am I about to hear. it's one thing to touch on "a story of his life about deities," and quite a bit another to see what actually trickled through. What Muffin... did, think of it.
he has no magnet feeling of premonition, this time. he's completely in the dark. ]
[ "what do you call this emotion...? happiness...? or despair...?"
ah, he remembers thinking something like those words, suddenly. they really feel appropriate.
he really should have gotten in the tub before now, so that he could have sunk under the water or something. blamed the flush on the heat. good gracious. this does not normally happen to him. ]
[ lets his tail sink into the water behind them as they sit...
He leans in with more cuddly ease than he had, the night it really happened. He finds himself looking up toward the ceiling, and...
Two round glowing lights show up, near the ceiling. Angel Devil didn't so much as lift a finger in the casting; he's too busy making that all-important 8 shape!! ]
Were the moons... there? Or...
[ they drift along a bit to the left. ]
here...? No... that's still not quite... I still can't remember...
[whistles, oh wow! muffin's soon outright cuddling instead of just repeating the pose, leaning against angel devil's shoulder and cheeping at the moons as they move]
Um... maybe there? Or higher, was getting late. I don't remember that part exactly either.
Re: DAY 36
Date: 2023-10-03 10:53 pm (UTC)✨️✨️✨️✨️ good noise, great noise, PERFECT noise. now this is what we call stress relief. this is so much funner than worrying about all that other shit.
...he actually didn't think about if they had the water running at all, this whole time. which might mean he'll just have to stand around looking statuesque a while, now that he's depositing the last of his clothes at the indicated spot. ]
...The gentleman's quite good at admiring flowers, after all.
[ he's still. pretty shy about his tail. so after that particular daring act of showmanship, it's hanging low, again, but not as much as earlier. The familiarity of this room definitely keeps growing... he doesn't remember anything all that coherent. But laying his clothes down right in that spot, with Muffin in his periphery? Yup. Remember that part. ]
Re: DAY 36
Date: 2023-10-03 11:21 pm (UTC)he starts from his reverie and hurries to start the bath, laughing]
Is too beautiful a flower not to notice. Even if, um, turned out to have thorns last time.
Re: DAY 36
Date: 2023-10-03 11:56 pm (UTC)[ he folds his arms over his chest, tail swishing with interest.
Muffin's lightly joking about the thorns and laughing. That's a sign. He likes that sign. Talking with him-- he feels like he's following after his own trail in time, from the words tumbling out of his mouth to the implication of time between past event and present.
He wonders how much he gets to keep. He wonders why this interesting thing between them is so... resilient, where entire days were washed away.
He draws over to Muffin's side, because it is a waste of an extremely naked Angel Devil to just be all the way over there the whole time instead of pointedly right there. He reaches into the tub, to splash lazily at the nice hot water... ]
...Every Rose has its thorns. [ splish splash ] But... I know I'd far prefer to only bare them with you when it's fun, not just because some demon said jump. I do remember we talked a little, about...
[ he trails off. he doesn't mean to finish that sentence. ]
Re: DAY 36
Date: 2023-10-04 12:40 am (UTC)I remember. You've... really had a lot of people telling you to jump.
Re: DAY 36
Date: 2023-10-04 01:11 am (UTC)The feathers Muffin had seen coming in with stress barring, that morning by the lakeside, have grown longer. The past might have fallen out of Angel Devil's memory, but the signs of it happening are all still there, farther along the shaft.
in a playful singsong, he says, ]
Woe betide, each and every, lord and lady~. That ever dreams to master me~.
...was I telling stories?
Re: DAY 36
Date: 2023-10-04 01:30 am (UTC)Told me one story but um, it doesn't have an ending yet.
Re: DAY 36
Date: 2023-10-04 01:43 am (UTC)Do tell. I wonder which.
Was it the one about the old man in a mauseoleum...? Or the Lord of Spades, living in the dark city on a lake? Or maybe...
Re: DAY 36
Date: 2023-10-04 01:56 am (UTC)Re: DAY 36
Date: 2023-10-04 02:05 am (UTC)That one...
[ hand no longer going splish splash in the water. ]
That one... really doesn't have an ending yet.
Re: DAY 36
Date: 2023-10-04 02:12 am (UTC)Re: DAY 36
Date: 2023-10-04 02:22 am (UTC)he has no magnet feeling of premonition, this time. he's completely in the dark. ]
Yes.
Re: DAY 36
Date: 2023-10-04 02:33 am (UTC)[stops preening angel devil's hair to take his slack hand, raising it up to kiss his fingertips]
I said spin-off was about my favorite character.
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Date: 2023-10-04 03:07 am (UTC)[ "what do you call this emotion...? happiness...? or despair...?"
ah, he remembers thinking something like those words, suddenly. they really feel appropriate.
he really should have gotten in the tub before now, so that he could have sunk under the water or something. blamed the flush on the heat. good gracious. this does not normally happen to him. ]
Oh.
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Date: 2023-10-04 04:03 am (UTC)a small squeeze of his hand and fingers brushing across his cheek. bend down?]
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Date: 2023-10-04 04:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-10-04 05:20 pm (UTC)...it was a nice night. The stories weren't good, but was happy being there with you.
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Date: 2023-10-04 05:35 pm (UTC)no candy-apple flavor this time. ]
How greedy of my past self to keep a memory like that all to himself...
...
Gunpowder.
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Date: 2023-10-04 05:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-10-04 05:41 pm (UTC)That night you're talking about... did... the air smell like gunpowder, that night?
[ from the fireworks show, though he doesn't remember that was why. ]
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Date: 2023-10-04 05:50 pm (UTC)We were um, sitting by the fountain. Like this.
[chitters and coaxes to get Angel Devil sitting on the edge of the bath with him in that figure-8]
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Date: 2023-10-04 05:59 pm (UTC)He leans in with more cuddly ease than he had, the night it really happened. He finds himself looking up toward the ceiling, and...
Two round glowing lights show up, near the ceiling. Angel Devil didn't so much as lift a finger in the casting; he's too busy making that all-important 8 shape!! ]
Were the moons... there? Or...
[ they drift along a bit to the left. ]
here...? No... that's still not quite... I still can't remember...
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Date: 2023-10-04 06:26 pm (UTC)Um... maybe there? Or higher, was getting late. I don't remember that part exactly either.
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Date: 2023-10-04 06:48 pm (UTC)[ sometimes, you have to make compromises. ]
...
I remember what it looks like around the fountain, of course. Ah...
That... might be about it.
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Date: 2023-10-04 07:00 pm (UTC)[with the moons placed, muffin sends a spark through the bathroom’s lights to dim them down. a little more nighttime now!]
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