#oouguguhh to give him a kissy kissy on his meow meow face

[llamagoddessofficial]

Dust is just hhjfjcjjdd…

I want to hug…..then hold skeleton face gently….kiss skeleton face….I’m weak for him, absolutely melting. sweet heavens.

Dust is warmer than you expect when you hug him. It seems silly, but after seeing the looks in his eyelights, part of you expected him to be cold to the touch. He smells like rain, pattering mutedly against the roof of an abandoned bedroom... there's little spots across his body where you can rest your chest and hands and head. He still remembers how to be comfy.

"Hi Dust," you say.

He pauses for a moment, seemingly surprised - but he soon reciprocates the hug, wrapping his arms around you. There's so much more controlled strength in his movements than the other skeletons, you can all but feel his staggering LV through his bones. His nasal cavity presses gently against the top of your head; a long, slow, satisfied breath escaping his chest. Like a old dog coming home and finally laying down.

Your hands come up, cupping his cheekbones. "Is this ok?" you ask, quietly.

He doesn't respond. You expect some shock at the casual affection, like the others, perhaps even some resistance. But there's none at all. Dust's sockets lid, he rocks forward, nuzzling into your hands. He looks sleepy. He looks like he could stay this way forever.

When you kiss him, gently, you can't hear him purring, but you can feel it through your chest. One arm stays wrapped around you, his other hand travels up to hold your head by the back of the neck. He very much leans into it, the sides of his hood obscure both your faces from view.

When the kiss is over, you lean away a little to catch your breath.

... Except you don't - Dust doesn't let you. The hand on your neck doesn't move, it might as well be the world's gentlest cast iron shackle. His thumb traces up and down the very delicate skin, voice soft against your lips.

"mhm... nope." he murmurs. "you made your choice. you're not going anywhere."