#astarab1aze | loux

[strywoven]

closed. ( ft. loux + kaen ) // @astarab1aze

What was that ?  What did he just say ⸺ ?

Comical , the godling looks true to form : A DEER IN HEADLIGHTS , startled and stiff by his brazen admission ( this brings a whole new meaning to the word ‘ grower ’ — ) .  There’s an idle , uncertain t w i t c h to furred ears , a knitting of copper brows , stones crackling as their cocksure demeanor d i s s o l v e s ( he’s got them this time , that’s for sure ) .  Kaen supposes they shouldn’t be all too shocked ; for a guy who can change his shape at whim , what difference would it make to give himself more cocks ?  Still , they don’t know what to do with that information ( although their mind certainly provides more than enough to entertain the prospect ) .

❝ Y’re … Really not kiddin’ ‘re ye ? ❞  Though they can tell he’s not.  Kaen whistles lowly , crossing their arms and tilting their head with an a p p r a i s i n g glint in their gaze.  ❝ Shiiiit , Loux , didnae think y’were tha’ kinda’ freak.  Not e’en gonna mince t’ings wit’ ye , s’ pretty hot. ❞  And they would both know a thing or two about … HEAT … Now wouldn’t they ?  A hand unfurls from forearm , pointing at his person , gesturing about , ❝ ‘S all well’n good y’can change yer cock , but wha’re ye normally , huh ?  Like a uh … ❞  A scrutinizing squint , a purse of the lips.  ❝ … Five ‘r six flaccid ? ❞  A laugh leaves them , loud and full-bodied , whole complexion ALIGHT .  ❝ Ye gonna show me ?  We both been waitin’ on tha’ , Ah’m s u r e . ❞  Back to the pomp , back to the perverse banter as if nothing happened ( when does it end ? ) .

[gloryundimmed]

❝ it’s okay.  my heart was made to be broken anyway. ❞ / loux n kai when they're melodramatic teenagers omg-

Break My Heart

Over the last few years, their relationship had been changing, and although he was happy about it, he kept finding new ways to hurt Loux. It turned out that hurting someone you love was easier than hurting a friend. But then again, why should he be surprised? It was in his nature to hurt others, after all.

"Sh—... Shut up! No it fuckin' wasn't!" Kai cursed. Hearing the blond's words hurt more than he could explain. After witnessing the death of Loux's parents and how much it changed him, he knew very well that his heart was not meant to be broken. All he wanted was for his friend to laugh and joke around and smile that dumb smile of his— not whatever this was.

"Listen, we both know I'm a fuckin' dumbass and I've made more mistakes than I can count, but that doesn't mean you're the one who should suffer for them!" His voice was harsh at first, but softened as he looked down. How pathetic. He had hurt Loux, but he couldn't even face himself. "I... I didn't mean to hurt you. You know I never want to see you like this."

[sansloii]

It was so scandalous of him, but he wondered how far he could push it, pressing his muzzle into Evan's palm after not having seen each other for a spell, as if vying for a good scratch. Pinkish-blond maw then weaseling between his fingers as fur gave way to flesh and fly-away hair, crouched on his knees with a playfully dark look in his eyes. Lips parted and the tip of his tongue traced some lines of Evan's palm, hmming at the somewhat salty taste of his skin. He fully expected a good swat, but still, the curiosity was alive and well. / im sorry about loux

The sensation of a wet nose and a furry maw pressing into his palm comes as a surprise and Evan treats it as such. The man jolts a little bit and and his hand withdaws a bit from the feeling look down over the side of his chair to find the source. When he does, he’s met with a pinkish-blond creature staring up at hum with intent. Familiar, stormy gray eyes stay trained on him even as the fox presses further against his fingers, coarse hair settling against his palm as well before it just begins to… retract without explanation — and without allowing him much time to process it either. The creature’s small-ish form gives way to a man crouched at his side with the tell-tale look of trouble in his eyes.

By the time Loux fully shifts back into a more humanoid form, Evan’s expression shifts into one that’s a little more… exasperated — dark brows tenting as a sigh bubbles up into his throat. “Dude, what — ” accompanies it, though whatever train of thought he has stops short for a bit when Loux licks him again. The tip of the other’s tongue against his palm again has the man pulling his hand back fully… but not without a gentle nudge of Loux’s nose with a bent finger.

“You know there are more normal ways to say “Hi”, sweetheart. You don’t gotta crawl up like that.” he says, the corner of lips quirking up as his brows lower. “You want attention—you can say so~”

“And if it’s a taste of me….” — and with that, comes a purposefuly little glance down to Loux’s lips before he meets the other’s gaze again. “ ...well… you can say that, too~”

Prompted | @astarab1aze

[aeternxm]

💋 for either of our two :>

prompted | @astarab1aze

affection is not something that comes easy to takeo, at least not at first. but despite that, loux has been extremely patient -- in his own way. still very affectionate, likes being close to takeo -- but he doesn't force anything, doesn't make takeo feel uncomfortable in any way. and it's nice, because past relationships ( however fleeting they may have been ) had never been so understanding, always wanting more than what takeo was able to offer them. it's why they'd never worked out, he supposes.

but loux is different. he meets takeo where he's at and is happy with that. loux views him as more than just what he can provide -- looks more at who takeo is as a person. it's a nice change of pace.

there's music playing quietly in the background while the two of them are in the kitchen, takeo humming along softly as he grabs something from the fridge, closing the door and smiling to himself as he watches loux who appears to be lost in his own little world. takeo stands there for a moment, watching on in amusement as loux moves in time with the music, takeo can't tell if he's talking to himself or singing -- but either way, it's just about the cutest thing he's ever seen.

the little show ends far too quickly when loux turns, spotting takeo watching him. it's embarrassing, to say the least. takeo straightens up, holds up the butter as if it had taken him ten minutes to find it in his own fridge -- doubtful, but he's not about to admit that he's been lost in thought, admiring loux this whole time. ❝ -- you needed the butter, right? ❞

he walks the few steps until he's at loux's side again, placing the butter on the counter and pointedly avoiding eye contact. he's not the the most subtle, takeo knows this, but he's at least trying to play it off like it was nothing. but it would seem that loux isn't having any of it, gives takeo this look as though he knows exactly what's going on here. and it's a split second decision that has takeo grabbing loux by the face and kissing him.

it surprises takeo himself that he kisses loux -- he's never done that before; too shy, too awkward to ever make the first move. but apparently all it look was getting takeo a little flustered, catching him in the act before he'd take some initiative.

it's not exactly how he'd pictured their first kiss going, but it's enough all the same. takeo's eyes widen slightly as they break apart, his chest heaving slightly as he tries to catch his breath.

❝ um... ❞ he doesn't quite know what to say now, clears his throat before standing straight, trying his best to act like he hadn't just kissed loux within an inch of his life. ❝ the food -- it's probably... we should probably check on it. ❞

[incandescentia]

"Have you...ever tried scarbuncle cheese?" / i humbly offer my silly loux for killian !

“…”

He remains quiet for a moment, not understanding yet the full context && the scale of the question. Killian wouldn’t call himself a true nor professional gourmet, but he’s rather familiar with cheese && its many variations—for being incredibly flexible to be consumed in different kinds of situations && to offer so many flavors available. The term ‘scarbuncle’, however, still remains unrecognizable to him. With the way this man is questioning him, he has a notion that he’s been played with all along.

“I’m not sure what kind of cheese that you are talking about,” he speaks, arms folded below his chest to cast his cautiousness towards the other. “Not that I ever heard of such variation either… what is it that you seek from me?”

@astarab1aze

[lured-into-wonderland]

Loux slid his tongue between her fingers, having taken her hand to oh so gently press his lips to her knuckles - a gentleman first, a sneaky pervert second, nosing into her hand. Stormy gray never broke contact with her own pretty blue, searching her expression for hints of bother, perhaps interest or arousal. But one little act couldn't sway her, could it? Still, she ought to know he was quietly simmering...

It wasn’t that she had never been kissed on her hand before. Quite on the contrary. It was a common situation for her. So when Loux’s lips pressed so gently on her knuckles, she took it as something natural. Like a normal, even average, behaviour between them. Flirting and teasing. Wasn’t that what their relationship was all about?

But Nunnally didn’t expect for Loux to go any f u r t h e r than this. But this time he did. When his tongue slid between her log digits, her eyes sought his stormy grey ones, and looked into them with a surprise clearly visible in her sky-like orbs. Surprise that needed a reply. An explanation of some sort.

But his touch wasn’t unwelcomed. Quite opposite, indeed. Loux had always made her feel beautiful. And wanted. The feelings that she experienced so rarely. Nunnally was certain that Loux liked h e r. And her alone. That his stormy eyes would still look at her and his arms would still sneak around her even is she were someone else. Even if she weren’t her father’s daughter. Even if she had nothing, but herself. She couldn’t exactly explain it (and if ever directly asked, she would attempt to make it into a joke), but that was a strong feeling that -- apart from Loux’s apparent charm and boldness -- was attracted her to him.

Nunnally had often pondered if she was in love with Loux. But she had never dared to reply to that question, even to herself. It was easier to assume it was just a crush. A combination of curiosity and lust that was bringing her to him. That made her look at him to call him to her side. Or made her walk towards him, slightly jealous, when he wasn’t paying enough attention to her. Or if too many other women were obviously showing their admiration to him. And she had been looking for these small gestures and words that could make her g u e s s if they were a couple or only friends.

But that was again nothing she would ask about. Maybe because she was afraid of the rejection, or perhaps she was too scared what she would  do with his positive reply. Or possibly Nunnally just wanted to be asked.

Now when her fingers were caressed so gently by his tongue, when her cheeks were dusted pink because of the waves of warmth overwhelming her body, when Loux seemed to be waiting for her encouragement (or refusal), Nunnally allowed her lips to let a small moan of pleasure. As if she was waiting for more. Because she was waiting for me.

Reaching her another hand in his direction, indirectly asking for her second hand to be caressed, she gently pulled him towards her. She leaned so that her lips were close to his ears; her warm breath almost touching his skin: --

“I wish it was my lips and not my hand.” ��� Nunnally hoped Loux would accept an invitation.

As it was an invitation.

@astarab1aze

[heartpicks]

@astarab1aze ━━     unprompted. (always accepting!)

' naw, ain't ne'er been on a farm b'fore... wha'cha got out 'ere? chickens? cows? piddies? tha' kinda thang? i'unno a damn thing 'bout this area, kinder lost... ' / the demon himself, loux for rei

         magnus,   the   wizard   who   lived   in   the   tower   to   the   far   west   of   cindersap   forest,   would   sometimes   mention   how   rei   was   'special'   because   she   could   see   junimo;   forest   spirits.   she   didn't   fully   understand   it   herself.   however,   call   it   luck   or   misfortune,   but somehow   she   managed   to   cross   paths   with   yet   another   supernatural   being.   not   that   she   would   realize   it   of   course.   the   musician   left   marnie's   ranch   after   doing   some   shopping   and   walked   up   north   where   her   home   was   located.   though,   she   didn't   get   far and   almost   bumped   into   the   demon.   as   he   spoke,   she   eyed   him   for   a   second.   something   ...   there   was   something   strange   about   this   guy.   she   couldn't   pinpoint   it.   

         "you're   lost?   sorry   to   hear   about   that."   a   frown   appeared   on   her   face.   should   she   get   the   mayor   involved?   she   wanted   to   help   the   other   but   honestly   she   doubted   that   she   could   be   of   any   use.   "well...   right   now you're   in   pelican   town,  and   this   is   maple   farm,   my   home.   there's   plenty   of   animals."   she   gave   a   warm   smile,   then   she   pointed   at a   house   in   the   distance.   "i   live   over   there.   i   was   going   to   eat   lunch,   wanna   join   me?   we   can   try   to   solve   your   problem   afterwards   ...   together!"

[strywoven]

@astarab1aze has requested a story : It took a while for Loux to find his stride when he was with Kaen, stifled at every turn from reciprocal romantically-inclined competition, but he couldn't deny he was having fun. Unearthing pieces of himself he'd buried deep and with prejudice, lips and teeth idly scraping along the curve of the divine's shoulder as he fell deeper and deeper into some awful, hidden place. Drinking them in, nosing into their hair, nipping at their ear as he held them. There was a comfort here that he couldn't get anywhere else, a mutual understanding offered where none could be found elsewhere, and he couldn't stop himself from chasing after it.

He wanted Kaen in more ways than merely one, in more ways than just sex and touch, and it was so very strange. Something he couldn't have, something he coveted anyway. Holding them in his bed as if they were his and his alone. He wondered if they felt even remotely close to the same, and it was fine if they didn't - he could disappear from their life in an instant, were that the case - but he wanted this. This warmth. This comfort. Their kisses to his knuckles, so gentle and sweet, as if he weren't so bad after all.

𝑼𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

Woe , the two of them dancing ‘round and ‘round what they feel ( what we know to be certain & true ) .  Kaen never hid their affection , and indeed gave it willingly , obviously , though they worked in great effort to conceal the d e p t h of it.  Time and again did they choke down confessions , did they bite back the urge to tell him e v e r y t h i n g sitting in their lovesick little heart.  And to what end , then , if not to absolve them both the burden which is so often found with ⸺ NO .  That is n o t what this is ( it mustn’t be ; he deserves far better than a bastard-blooded exile anyhow , he can very well do far better , too ) .

But harder and harder still it becomes to resist temptation to SPEAK , to make the LEAP ( lo’ how they want to , so desperately ) .  It is these quiet , tender moments with him which frays the godling’s resolve most , makes it difficult to keep course and refrain from stepping out of line.  What would it hurt ?  Kaen gets to thinking a little too often lately , they’ve learned to piece their heart together afore so if he should refuse … What difference would it make ?

Holding his sullied hands , as they often do ( with utmost care , with abject affection found in so gentle a touch ) , Kaen grows uncharacteristically QUIET & STILL .  It takes a long , significant measure of silence before they gather themself the courage to speak , to lift their antlered head to meet his eye.  There are , in truth , a m i l l i o n things they want to say ( or ought to say ) , but somehow none of them seem fitting , none of them precisely right.  ❝ Loux , ❞  Speak up , they remind themself , he might not hear you being so nervous like this , ❝ I- if ye wanna … Ah mean , um , if ye dun’ feel like leavin’ ‘r anythin’ … Y- ye can … ❞  Why is this so hard ?  Why is it they can act the scene just fine on stage but the real thing is so AWFUL ?  ❝ Ye can STAY ‘ERE .  ‘Cause Ah- Ah would like ye ta’- ta’ stay.  Um … ❞  Quickly , they release his hands and lean away , their ears folding low atop their head and their stones warming brightly.  They aren’t so sure what to do now , the poor thing looks like they want to fold up and d i s a p p e a r .

[gloryundimmed]

sucks on him, for hicky reasons. u kno

To prepare for an upcoming job, the hitman was at the kitchen table cleaning one of his handguns. Piece by piece, he rubbed off residue and applied lubricant where necessary until he felt a sensation on the back of his neck that made him shiver and groan.

“Mmm— babe, I know ya can see I’m workin’ on somethin’—…” he began, but resisting his boyfriend was always a losing battle. Only a few more moments passed until he put down the gun parts and turned around to look at Loux with a grin. “Well… I _guess_ I can put this on pause for a while.”

Lithe hands reached into blond locks and pulled the other in for a kiss. For a second, he parted their lips, a hungry look in his eyes. “You’ve got my full attention now. What’s next?”

[sansloii]

"I dunno, boss, buh iffin ya wanna have a good time, I recommend not walkin' into a fey nest. Dishonor on ya cow, dishonor on ya whole family, etc." Handwaving, Loux grabbed a fistful of Evan's shirt and yanked him out of the way before he could run smack into an unseen pile of trash, a home for a swarm expertly constructed out of cardboard boxes, cans, and old shoes. "They get real pissy 'bout tha', yanno." / idk but I thought of them roaming salem's crossing so here I am--

The smuggler stumbles to the side when he's tugged to the side, his brows jumping up as he falls into step a bit closer to Loux. His eyes dart down to the pile of trash they passed by — not looking at it too closely but still giving it a cursory glance to catch something off about it. What he can manage doesn't really reveal anything about the supposed nest… so Evan doesn't spare a second glance at it all. Instead, he faces forward and, then, looks to Loux.

“You see — this is why you're here, huh? I would've missed something like that~” — and with that sentiment comes a hand clapped on Loux's back and a wide smile. “And that would've ruined my entire fucking day.”

“You're gonna have to teach me how to spot those, you know. Dunno if you know this but I'm quite the magnet for trouble…” That's, in part, because of his own actions. “…And ...you know — I'd appreciate having the knowledge to not walk right into it if I can help it.”

Prompted? | @astarab1aze

[lured-into-wonderland]

She doesn’t believe him. She simply doesn’t. Nunnally knows she’s at best one of many. She can guess (as what can she k n o w after such brief meetings as theirs so far?) that he must be popular. But does she care? She’s flirting with him (and he seems to be flirting back). Is that not how their world is? Shallow and superficial. Lacking true devotion. Or perhaps it is only her that was promised so much at birth but given so little now?

How would their meeting end? Quickly; she assumes. A short conversation. A few smiles. Perhaps a gesture or two that would fake the intimacy that is not there between them…yet…What a thought Nunnally! Loux has his business and he’ll leave and she’d go for another party (to have fun), and spend another night looking for something that’s truly not there.

But she (suddenly and unexpectedly) feels his touch on the small of her back. But it’s more than just a touch that might have been expected. And Loux doesn’t stop at that. Soon, his face is so close to her. Nunnally is almost sure that if any of them moved (or rather if she moved) their would lips would meet. A kiss! But she will not move. She’s not even sure w h y.

And he…accepts her invitation!? That’s an unexpected development.

��So, you’re going to be my prince for tonight…” – she whispers as he calls her princes; her eyes sparkling in sudden excitement; she’d like to laugh upon his next words, but she can’t. Their slow closeness: she doesn’t want to break it with unnecessary move. Or unnecessary words. But yet it is Loux that breaks it.

She’s disappointed? Yes, but she laughs.

“I am. But perhaps not that kind of problem that you’d expect.”

“Is that then a challenge?” – that she can keep up with him? That she can follow him? Comply with his whims…? That could be interesting then – “…a challenge that I am happy to accept.” – winning the bet or losing it, she wins anyway. In her own eyes.

And then he presses his lips on her skin. It makes Nunnally shiver. She didn’t expect the kiss can feel like that. It’s not that she wasn’t kissed before…but not in such a way…

…not making her feeling like that… She closes her eyes. Will Loux kiss her again? Or is it just a tease? A challenge as he meant it a moment ago. She hardly hears him speaking; or even less understands what he means. But she hears the word date…and then…

A word? A first thing that pops into her mind…She cannot give this odd request a single thought as her lips speaks: --

“More…” – yes, she wants him to kiss her again. But would more be the word he accepts?

Cheeky and sly was the fox, grinning toothily as she spoke, knuckles brushing against smooth skin, hand flattening along the curve of her spine. She was being playful, a spot mischievous, teasing him with not-so-thinly veiled interest. In a matter of moments, only having uttered a few words himself, she'd offered an indulgence, and though he sense insincerity, he was never one to care.

"Y'know, yes woulda sufficed, swee'heart," he purred lowly, inching ever closer. "I'da settled fer an I missed ya, though."

Amusing, this, that she should make an attempt to incite him in so subtle a way as a flutter of her lashes, laughing and flirting as she would, carrying on and on as if not to spare her pride. Though, he considered she might've had ulterior motives or, even, none at all. No plans to follow through and join him on some silly adventure - and what a shame. She might've been daring him, however, poking and prodding to see what would have the fox raiding the proverbial henhouse.

He gave her only a hint of what she seemed to want, drawing small circles into the small of her back, grin widening all the more as breaths soon came to mingle. This was, admittedly, a side to her he hadn't seen before and he was very curious to see how it might play out. He wasn't interested in her money, her family, or the status that came with either, but the girl hiding behind the mask, all those wants, whims, dreams, needs... He wanted to see her let herself go. In what way? Oh, all of them.

"S'pose yer comin' wit me, then, princess," he hummed, close enough to brush his nose against hers. His slowness, the ghost of his contact, was deliberate, a tease in itself. Seemed his own plans might take a seat on the backburner - he wasn't disappointed. "Kinda doubt yer anymore trouble 'an me, though... We'll jus hafta see if ya can keep up - if 'ere's any truth t' wha'cha say."

In a dramatic twist, he spun her around and promptly gathered her into his arms, warm breath fanning across her shoulder, lips daring to press a single, searing kiss into her skin. Free hand dove into the pocket of his haori and produced a palm-sized mirror framed in gold, impulsivity guiding him forward; With a location firm in his mind, gray envisioning the alley outside of Simone's in Belle's Hollow, he nosed into the shell of her ear.

"We're goin' someplace, yeah? Fer our date. Jus gotta do me one lil' favor, ma cherie..." He thought to warn her about the potential after effects, but she was a devil, wasn't she? The nausea, vomiting, dizziness, and headaches afterward might not effect her at all... "First thing tha' pops int' yer 'ead - say it."

[aeternxm]

❛ t'was totes worth it, ma cheri. ❜ / loux for takeo!

prompted | @astarab1aze

eyes flicker over to the other for barely a second, catching sight of the grin on his face and oh, that has takeo turning his head away in an instant. it's not because he's mad, not at all, in fact, it's quite the opposite. he's FLUSTERED, barely sparing loux a glance because he doesn't want the other to see the look on his face, a light pink dusting his features at the grand gesture because he's just not USED to this, can't understand why loux feels the need to go above and beyond without any concern for repercussions. he's certifiably INSANE, takeo's sure of this much, at least.

it's almost like he'll do ANYTHING for just the chance of winning takeo over. persistent doesn't even begin to scratch the SURFACE of who loux is as a person. personalities like that were the type that takeo tended to stay away from -- he's too INTROVERTED to be hanging around people like that, got enough of that over the top personality from his twin. but with loux it was ( and believe when takeo says he hates to admit this ) ENDEARING, in a way.

it takes takeo a moment to compose himself before he even RISKS looking over at loux properly. he knows what's awaiting him when he turns and he KNOWS that all it will take is a look before he MELTS.

how embarrassing.

takeo always liked to think that he had a good poker face -- UNWAVERING in his stoic nature and impossible to read. as it would turn out, when it came to LOUX all that went straight out the window. the other had managed to get under his skin in a way that takeo hadn't been expecting to happen. he's quickly nestling his way in, setting himself up a little space in takeo's HEART and--

and takeo doesn't know how he feels about that.

❝ --you don't have to do these sorts of things. there are EASIER -- more... acceptable ways to... ahem, win me over. ❞ a small huff as takeo finally turns back to loux, towards his little stunt. if there's a small smile just BARELY tugging at his lips, takeo wouldn't admit it.

❝ i do... appreciate the effort you've gone to though. ❞

[muraenide]

What's your underlying motif?

the lightning rod

whether it’s your turbulent nature, your flash quick mind, or the air of unknown about you, your undercurrent is the lightning rod. you are somewhat unpredictable, but if we unravelled we’d see you know exactly what you’re doing, but it’s makes you feel less vulnerable to pretend it wasn’t planned. some people stay back from you, but others would follow you cross country, for the very same reason. they don’t know enough about you. the difference is in who wants to learn more. keep your golden nature, it’s exciting, but don’t be afraid to admit what you know. matshona dhliwayo said “lightning strikes but does not roar” your bite will always be worse than your bark, keep that close to your chest.

tagged by: @stainedpast (thank you <3) tagging: @jinanreona, @trestole, @fireandfae, @hellefyre, @mostrohost, @ensxrcelled (Glacies), @astarab1aze (loux/kaede), @lured-into-wonderland, @pretty-little-teacup, @caemthe(any of your main trio), and whoever who wants to do it!

[lured-into-wonderland]

"So, miss mine- How ya doin' this fine, fine summer evenin'? Lettin' yerself relax this time 'round?" Always a cheeky bastard when they crossed paths, but Loux was kind, taking her hand in his and whisking her around in a playful spin. Pulling away if only to smile toothily and kiss her knuckles, layering on his goofy charm. "Are ya lookin' fer a way to stir up some trouble?"

He called her ‘mine’. Again. She could have ignored it for the first time considering it a joke or a tease. Loux was teasing her constantly. Or perhaps he was flirting with her? But wasn’t it all the same anyway?

But him doing it for the second time sounded more meaningful to Nunnally. ‘Princess’, ‘chiquita’, ‘cherie’, ‘swee'heart’: all these nicknames she could simply accept as being thrown at her as they had been thrown at many others before her. And would be used to address the ones that would come after her. She didn’t mind it. It was how her world looked like. Wasn’t she herself invested in him only slightly more than she usually did when indulging herself in the causal relations within her social bubble? Of the rich sons and daughters of the families of influence?

( -- But Nunnally was aware she was l y i n g to herself. She was interested in Loux much more than she was ever before in anyone. Was it because this ‘mine’ held so much significance to her? -- )

But ‘mine’? This 'mine' felt different. As if he were really claiming her. Not flirting with her anymore. But giving her some sort of declaration…? Was he jealous about her? No, she didn’t think so. He once had told her he wasn't jealous. He was...territorial? Or did she make it up? Or was she wrong? Misreading him? Or misinterpreting his words for something she wanted to hear? But why suddenly this desire? Nunnally had never desired this kind of attention before.

No matter! No matter what it was and what Loux meant by that (if anything at all), she’d c o m p l y. She’d entrain him. Nunnally sent Loux the sweetest of her smiles: --

“I am bored.” – she said in the voice that clearly opposed her words – “Or maybe I was before you appeared.” – she laughed as Loux was spinning her around – “And I’m always here…” – to cause some trouble – “…to have fun…”

“But…” – Nunnally forced her voice to sound more serious (but she was failing; she knew she was) – “But I am also disappointed…”

“How could you have left something that’s “yours” for such a long time…? …aren’t you afraid that someone else could claim me?”

@astarab1aze

[gyofukuki]

@astarab1aze asked:

' d'awww, c'mon! y'know ya loooove spendin' time wit' me, jus' admit it. who else's gonna show ya fish conjurations an' sigh's y'ain't never knew existed? wha's an afternoon in th' nightfolk towns, mmm? c'mon, come wit' me. y'know ya wanna~ ' / loux ofc

As soon as the words left his mouth, certain kind of shadow crossed her face, turning it perfectly still and expressionless, as her eyes met his through the mirror. Was it due to the body count? Or the suspected source of the problem? If only she was that big of a person. Focusing again on her own reflection, she slowly gathered her hair and tied it into a low, somewhat messy bun.

"Got work early in the morning, and these afternoons tend to become evenings, evenings - nights." Not that it ever stopped her before, and with less effort put into the offer. Her eyes lingered on still fresh signs of that tendency - markings of teeth, scolding hot fingertips, none of which she bothered to heal or hide. Lowered even more, her gaze focused on the frame of the mirror instead, purposefully avoiding seeing herself or him. What a silly thing to get hung up on, really--

"And I think it... might be better if I find a right change of wardrobe first. I stick out like a sore thumb most of the time when we go there. Risky, all things considered."

[strywoven]

@astarab1aze has requested a story : "Kaen, Kaen, Kaen, Kaen, Kaaaaaeeeeeeen, Kaen." Ever a walking headache, Loux wanted his pound of flesh - that is, attention, from the godling. And he was going to poke, prod, nose, nibble, kiss, lick, grope and squeeze until their attention was given, happy to loop his arms around them and pull them against him, nuzzle and passively nip at their nape. "Pay. Attention. T'. Me."   / tried to write something meaningful and he said :/

𝑼𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

Godling likes to believe they have a SAINT’S DISPOSITION ; forgiving , patient , kindly ⸺ All such mannerisms possessed and expressed to a fault ( to own detriment , even ) .  And n e v e r have they faced another who could test the limitations of their graces quite like Loux can ( no , not because he is a newfound parasite that seems to have taken to leeching off their readily given affections , but rather because he reminds them too much of own desperate neediness ) .  So again , Kaen is confronted by Loux’s demands , and again , Kaen feigns d i s i n t e r e s t merely to taunt him further , ignoring him and going about the minutiae of their day.

Kaen only ever had one rule , after all , and he knows it : if he should like anything , he must ask , and ask politely.  Though they know him much too well by now , Loux does not have a cordial bone in his body ( as a shifter , the doe thinks , perhaps he can simply make some ) .

Every utterance of own name is met with an increasingly mock-irritated one of his own , ❝ Loux — ❞ Kaen , ❝ Loux — ❞ Kaen , ❝ Loux — ❞  Until at last the godling feels caught up in the shifter’s arms , held t i g h t so as to not even consider escaping before he is , AT LAST , given his dues.  They suppose they have certainly gone about tormenting him long enough ( the two have been in this little stalemate now for … about an hour ) .  But where’s the fun in admitting defeat so s o o n ?

Kaen grumbles , though is not entirely upset by the predicament they have found themself in.  One which is entirely their own fault , having allowed him into their life ( & into their heart , no less ) .  The nip to the back of their neck makes them jump , petite figure s h u d d e r i n g in his hold as ears pin down atop their head , cindersmoke billowing from their nose , lips pushing into a pout.  ❝ Who says Ah’m NOT payin’ attention t’ye ? ❞  They glance back at him , knowing well they’ve been entirely guilty of neglecting him.  Scarred fingers trace delicate trail along the backs of his hands , over his forearms , dragging touches of skittering f l a m e in their wake.  ❝ ‘S it not enough knowin’ ye a’ready got m’eart ? ❞  Kaen offers him their usual smile , ❝ Wha’ else could Ah POSSIBLY give ye , Loux ? ❞  Rhetorical ; they both know that despite this play , if he e v e r so much as breathed a word of request to them , the godling would rise to oblige him without question.