For my BELOVED @itsredpaint !! ^^ And a LOVELY snippet from mah waif sarcassie!!
Dan Feng acts as if he doesn’t hear the subtle whisper of fur brushing against wood, nor see the sliver of light followed by a faint shadow as the curtain is pushed aside, nor hear the delicate steps approaching him until…
A tail—two, three, nine—appears in his lap, the fur as brilliant as the translucent traces of a first snowfall, the strands intertwined with the rays of the setting sun.
“And where might you have been?” Dan Feng chuckles fondly, turning the page of a manuscript he has been passing the time with.
Once more, he feigns ignorance as his hair is gathered with a gentle touch, claws tracing the skin of his neck in a featherlight tease. The life of a deity is often dull in its immortality, yet this unspoken game is a routine Dan Feng never tires of.
His response is a soft yet coy chuckle. “Have you come to miss your most loyal priest’s company so soon?”
Deft fingers thread through inky black hair, the movements so masterful it would be nigh impossible to notice if not for Dan Feng’s familiarity with the strokes.
“You are my *only* priest, Jing Yuan,” Dan Feng notes, amused.
“That only makes my words all the truer, does it not? The best—and the only one you will ever need.”
The deity breathes a laugh, which earns his hair a single sharp tug.
“Remain still. You would not wish to ruin my masterpiece, would you?”
“I would never display such disrespect to my most devoted priest.”
Several minutes pass in blissful silence, only interrupted by the occasional turning of a page or the relaxed swaying of a tail. Dan Feng sets to caressing the ones lounged in his lap.
“Are you perhaps attempting a distraction, Dan Feng?”
“I am deeply aggrieved you would accuse me of such a thing.”
Not long after, a pair of braids are let down Dan Feng’s shoulders, a clawed hand toying mildly with a tip.
“Is it to your liking?”
Dan Feng lifts the other braid for an inspection in spite of knowing he would love anything Jing Yuan created.
“Lovely as ever.”
The tails retract from Dan Feng’s hold in a satisfied twirl. The rules of the unspoken game dictate that he remains as he is, yet fond impatience makes him follow the movement with a turn of the head.
Jing Yuan’s ears twitch in the telltale manner they do whenever Dan Feng’s eyes are on him, and a tender smile curves his lips.
“You have missed me after all.”
Dan Feng smiles back. They may be bound by a contract—a deity and a priest, life force shared in exchange for servitude—yet their bond extends far beyond.
“I have, my darling fox.”
There is hardly a need for Dan Feng to be a deity with Jing Yuan.
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