#// ASDGHJAIU he....

[soliloquics]

were   there   only   hostility   to   be   found   in   her   company   then   even   yulan   would   eventually   tire   of   it.   the   first   few   indications   that   she   just   slightly   more   than   tolerated   his   presence   solidified   a   soft   urge   to   pester   her,   though   even   he   couldn't   exactly   tell   why   spending   time   around   her   seemed   to   suit   him   just   fine.

in   the   end,   she   didn't   know   him.   he   didn't   care   to   be   likeable   but   also   understood   that   the   way   he   tended   to   be   hated   would   always   be   supported   by   a   lack   of   knowledge.   he   was   an   intelligent,   well-read   man,   could   create   lovely   tunes   and   danced   well,   always   hated   to   see   injustice   and   cruelty,   even   if   it   often   seemed   he   dished   it   out   himself   just   as   well—   but   none   of   that   ought   to   be   known   to   any   but   himself,   and   perhaps   those   closest   to   him.

he   liked   it   better   to   bother   others,   to   aggravate,   repaying   the   years   of   torment   and   shielding   himself   from   further   attempts   of   being   moulded   all   in   one.

still,   he   wasn't   a   constantly   abrasive   person.   just   as   anyone   else,   yulan   had   his   softer   moments,   and   was   not   averse   to   affection.   that,   and   he   was   most   definitely   a   cat   person.   the   sudden   purring   smoothed   out   his   grin,   and   while   his   fingers   remained   in   her   hair,   he   shifted   them   to   gingerly   scratch   at   her   scalp,   effectively   offering   gentle   scritches   for   a   few   moments,   while   his   lips   pursed   amusedly.

a   bit   of   softness,   however,   did   not   entirely   erase   his   vexing   ways.   as   such,   after   a   few   moments   he   moved   his   other   hand   to   try   and   gingerly   grasp   her   chin,   aiming   to   tilt   up   her   head   a   little,   and   to   lean   in   close.   the   blood   on   her   mouth   was   still   inviting,   after   all,   but   he   was   gloating   less   and   instead   seemed   to   have   softened,   over   all.   ❛    enjoying   yourself   ?   ❜

It really was strange how Sora kept finding herself hanging around Yulan despite the fact she hated him-- or so she would say if anyone ever asked. But her actions were slowly starting to prove otherwise. Compared to the way she treated most other people it might be seen as harsh, the constant exchange of verbal (and occasionally physical) blows, but there was an underlying affection there too... if you looked closely enough.

And though she was used to him responding with general approval to her more violent actions it was still a surprise to feel fingers threading through her hair, a hand gently suggesting she stay close after her initial bite. The sound said bite drew from him, however, was annoying. Did he have to enjoy everything?

Her tail lashed a couple times, announcing her displeasure. The motion followed by a low growl that gradually shifted as seconds passed. She didn't end up biting him again, although she did rub her head against his chest rather harshly. And... kind of let herself lean against him. And that growl sounded a lot softer all of a sudden, didn't it?

She was... purring. Very loudly, actually. Her tail was still lashing every now and again, there was blood smeared on her mouth, and she was purring. Perhaps Yulan wasn't the only one getting enjoyment out of this.