[ 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. ]
[ snaps his fingers. Sphere of fresh, cool, clear water, on command! This really is his most useful spell forget the setting things on fire with his mind.]
Brought one memory that's from further ago, but um, is small. Safe for points, safe for anybody to see. Other memory... only only extra only for you to see.
quickly pulls his bluebell sweater off and tosses it away in a rush before he can second-guess himself. he's got a tanktop underneath and the rest of his outfit still, but THAT'S GONE]
[ muffin you are so cute he was encouraging you to show him the memory but he ain't saying no to a live showing
he rests a hand right at Muffin's fluttering heart. ]
Now that's much better. Don't go anywhere, anytime soon.
[ ...with that command, he brings the sphere of water close, to float in the space between their chests. He strokes the top of it, like it already contains something precious, by merit that it soon will. ]
[sometimes when you say something seductively, a guy feels seduced!!]
I'm right where I want to be.
Small one first?
[he holds up a coin to show, then carefully places it into the sphere...
It's a memory from a month ago. In fact, it's the memory of when they met. First chapter indeed.
Familiarity casts a different light on the memory— like Muffin wasn't laughing at Angel Devil there. That was delight! He liked the theatre of the bow! He still loves flourishes and wordplay today. Ah, but he was annoyed when Angel Devil told him to grow bigger eyes... Lucky thing he liked the game of two nicknames!
But those are old events. What is new is at the end, when Angel Devil makes his farewells and they split. It's a tiny moment, easy to miss without the live Muffin tittering and the memory's camera's angle, but...
As Angel Devil left, Muffin was looking a quick once-over behind him.]
[chuffs and reluctantly lets go of quetzal's hand. instead of chasing that hunger, he has to sit back and pin himself under quetzal's gaze. there's goosebumps on his shoulders— muffin's feeling bold now, but he's not going to make it through this memory without wanting to hide]
Okay.
[he holds the coin at the water, catches Quetzal's eye for confirmation— or motivation — then drops it in.
Muffin can't sleep.
He's laying on his back in bed and staring at the dark ceiling. His blankets are tangled around his knees, kicked off in a fit of restlessness, and his pillow's at the wrong end of the bed. He'd left it there after failing to fall asleep at a different angle. Still, he's too drowsy to get up and do something with being awake. On other nights he might go downstairs or make a cubecall if it wasn't already so late, but tonight...
His eyes go to the window. He watches the feathers hung up in the moonlight and lets his thoughts drift. And as his mind wanders, so do his hands. Idly at first. He plays with a lock of his hair, twists his tanktop's strap around his finger, he pulls his pillow back under his head. Still watching the window.
And as his gaze goes more hazy and his thoughts go further towards dreaming, his hand finds the warm, smooth skin of his shoulder. He follows the muscle up to his neck. It's aimless wandering until he comes back to the join between shoulder and neck. Something about that touch... Muffin pauses, closes his eyes, takes a long deep breath as his grip tightens, and digs his own claws into his shoulder. He tenses and growls thinly, straining under the "bite." But it's his own hand, he can't get free of it until he chooses.
And… Well.
Well. It was originally for the Lust square after all. The memory plays on for as long or as short as Quetzal lets it, until memory-Muffin falls asleep and there's nothing more to recall. The real Muffin's too paralyzed to pause it. ]
Edited (CAUSE I DIDNT LABEL FOR STUFF MY BAD .A.) Date: 2023-12-14 06:01 pm (UTC)
[ Muffin's paralyzed, but at some point, as Quetzal watches in rapt fascination one could even call a trance, it becomes clear he sure isn't-- because he, perhaps subconsciously, rubs the pads of his fingers on his own thigh, back-forth, back-forth...
One may realize it's a match for the pattern of motion a certain someone is creating, in his memory. ]
[ there's a little jump in quetzal's body, like he'd been so wrapped in the show he'd forgotten reality entirely. he's still got that increased, unspoken renewed edge about touch that started a few days ago, but before muffin can potentially un-hold that hand he--
angel devil doesn't want to move and have to move his eyes and have to stop taking the pretty pretty picture of his pretty bird in, so he doesn't something else, instead, and a thornless vine abruptly swings from the curtains of fabric around his bed, and loops three times to tie their hands together.]
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Date: 2023-12-11 01:17 am (UTC)Your room is still nice.
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Date: 2023-12-11 01:41 am (UTC)[ bounces on his fancy bed as he sits down on it ]
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Date: 2023-12-11 02:08 am (UTC)Privacy is very handsome furnishing.
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Date: 2023-12-11 02:16 am (UTC)[ obviously affected yawn. Big stretch, wherein he pulls the classic 'stretch right before you bring arm in around someone' move. ]
What was I supposed to do next...? Cast a spell?
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Date: 2023-12-11 02:25 am (UTC)The water one!
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Date: 2023-12-11 02:33 am (UTC)[ snaps his fingers. Sphere of fresh, cool, clear water, on command! This really is his most useful spell forget the setting things on fire with his mind.]
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Date: 2023-12-11 02:42 am (UTC)Brought one memory that's from further ago, but um, is small. Safe for points, safe for anybody to see. Other memory... only only extra only for you to see.
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Date: 2023-12-11 02:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-12-11 03:04 am (UTC)All for you. Is all about you, after all.
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Date: 2023-12-11 03:24 am (UTC)Then I want to see all of what's mine.
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Date: 2023-12-11 04:07 am (UTC)...!!
quickly pulls his bluebell sweater off and tosses it away in a rush before he can second-guess himself. he's got a tanktop underneath and the rest of his outfit still, but THAT'S GONE]
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Date: 2023-12-11 04:26 am (UTC)he rests a hand right at Muffin's fluttering heart. ]
Now that's much better. Don't go anywhere, anytime soon.
[ ...with that command, he brings the sphere of water close, to float in the space between their chests. He strokes the top of it, like it already contains something precious, by merit that it soon will. ]
This way, I can keep an eye on both of you...
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Date: 2023-12-11 11:55 pm (UTC)I'm right where I want to be.
Small one first?
[he holds up a coin to show, then carefully places it into the sphere...
It's a memory from a month ago. In fact, it's the memory of when they met. First chapter indeed.
Familiarity casts a different light on the memory— like Muffin wasn't laughing at Angel Devil there. That was delight! He liked the theatre of the bow! He still loves flourishes and wordplay today. Ah, but he was annoyed when Angel Devil told him to grow bigger eyes... Lucky thing he liked the game of two nicknames!
But those are old events. What is new is at the end, when Angel Devil makes his farewells and they split. It's a tiny moment, easy to miss without the live Muffin tittering and the memory's camera's angle, but...
As Angel Devil left, Muffin was looking a quick once-over behind him.]
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Date: 2023-12-12 12:01 am (UTC)[ reaches out to pet the water, like he's petting that closing shot of Muffin's hair. ]
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Date: 2023-12-12 12:10 am (UTC)Did you ever lose it? Were hot then. Are even more attractive now.
1/3
Date: 2023-12-12 12:23 am (UTC)2/3
Date: 2023-12-12 12:24 am (UTC)...
3/4
Date: 2023-12-12 12:26 am (UTC)Like I was someone alive and living a life, again. This place is hardly "normal," but still. At first it was just these little ways...
4/4
Date: 2023-12-12 12:37 am (UTC)...but I dare say we've escalated since then, in the ways you make me feel in touch with the blood singing in my veins...
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Date: 2023-12-12 03:17 am (UTC)Are going to like second memory then.
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Date: 2023-12-12 03:52 am (UTC)Show me.
nsfw (not safe for woolietown)
Date: 2023-12-12 03:55 pm (UTC)Okay.
[he holds the coin at the water, catches Quetzal's eye for confirmation— or motivation — then drops it in.
Muffin can't sleep.
He's laying on his back in bed and staring at the dark ceiling. His blankets are tangled around his knees, kicked off in a fit of restlessness, and his pillow's at the wrong end of the bed. He'd left it there after failing to fall asleep at a different angle. Still, he's too drowsy to get up and do something with being awake. On other nights he might go downstairs or make a cubecall if it wasn't already so late, but tonight...
His eyes go to the window. He watches the feathers hung up in the moonlight and lets his thoughts drift. And as his mind wanders, so do his hands. Idly at first. He plays with a lock of his hair, twists his tanktop's strap around his finger, he pulls his pillow back under his head. Still watching the window.
And as his gaze goes more hazy and his thoughts go further towards dreaming, his hand finds the warm, smooth skin of his shoulder. He follows the muscle up to his neck. It's aimless wandering until he comes back to the join between shoulder and neck. Something about that touch... Muffin pauses, closes his eyes, takes a long deep breath as his grip tightens, and digs his own claws into his shoulder. He tenses and growls thinly, straining under the "bite." But it's his own hand, he can't get free of it until he chooses.
And… Well.
Well. It was originally for the Lust square after all. The memory plays on for as long or as short as Quetzal lets it, until memory-Muffin falls asleep and there's nothing more to recall. The real Muffin's too paralyzed to pause it. ]
FINALLY FOUND MY DRAFT FOR THIS
Date: 2023-12-15 02:12 am (UTC)One may realize it's a match for the pattern of motion a certain someone is creating, in his memory. ]
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Date: 2023-12-15 03:13 am (UTC)...puts his hand over quetzal's. hold hand.]
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Date: 2023-12-15 03:29 am (UTC)angel devil doesn't want to move and have to move his eyes and have to stop taking the pretty pretty picture of his pretty bird in, so he doesn't something else, instead, and a thornless vine abruptly swings from the curtains of fabric around his bed, and loops three times to tie their hands together.]
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