[His sneer curdles. The rest of him, though— like a tiger spitting before it recognizes a familiar silhouette, he melts beneath boarbristle, his eyes shutting even as he huffs. Familiar, yes.
The doting comfort that he craves, and normally would extract from the very fiend of the hour. Fenris. But it's been ages since he was fussed over by Kanon.
He's missed it.]
There is an idiot involved. [He murmurs bitterly, folding the front of his lush robes closed. Feathers and sheer patternwork two sizes too big on small shoulders— secondhand fare from an old stageplay.]
I asked Fenris to help me practice kissing for my training— since he's always begging to help me, you know. Fussing about what I'm up to. Where I'm going. [He's never once begged.] —and he BIT me.
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[His sneer curdles. The rest of him, though— like a tiger spitting before it recognizes a familiar silhouette, he melts beneath boarbristle, his eyes shutting even as he huffs. Familiar, yes.
The doting comfort that he craves, and normally would extract from the very fiend of the hour. Fenris. But it's been ages since he was fussed over by Kanon.
He's missed it.]
There is an idiot involved. [He murmurs bitterly, folding the front of his lush robes closed. Feathers and sheer patternwork two sizes too big on small shoulders— secondhand fare from an old stageplay.]
I asked Fenris to help me practice kissing for my training— since he's always begging to help me, you know. Fussing about what I'm up to. Where I'm going. [He's never once begged.] —and he BIT me.