[he's not sure he feels about quetzal biting other people. jealous? cozily smug that he's the favorite? biting people can just be a practical thing, that's how they heal obviously...
but he doesn't have time to reflect on that, because OW. muffin flinches again, for pain instead of ticklishness this time, but he doesn't jerk away. he never does when he's bit. he tenses, clutching onto Quetzal more tightly, then slowly relaxes as the initial sting fades.]
[ he doesn't even hesitate to cradle him close and pet at him, until the inside of his chest feels warm from the blood sliding down his throat. he's pacing himself, just enough to feel good but not enough to push the scratching hunger in him to a dangerous fever-pitch...
the gentle flexes of his mouth as he swallows down each measured mouthful slow, and then stop. and then he's nicking his own tongue to kiss the wound closed himself. ]
[he doesn’t touch the bite to check if it’s sore or bloody, he knows it’s clean and healed. muffin always heals fast around him, especially when quetzal is being so doting]
Had to keep telling myself things like that. Would reach you, but— then would disappear again. Was scary. But was nice sometimes, too, because weren't gone. Were whole place.
I think.. I feel like... it's his darkness, that needs to touch you. What if... even in those depths, we could figure out how to keep a strong enough light..?
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but he doesn't have time to reflect on that, because OW. muffin flinches again, for pain instead of ticklishness this time, but he doesn't jerk away. he never does when he's bit. he tenses, clutching onto Quetzal more tightly, then slowly relaxes as the initial sting fades.]
Ah.
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the gentle flexes of his mouth as he swallows down each measured mouthful slow, and then stop. and then he's nicking his own tongue to kiss the wound closed himself. ]
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Got enough?
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If you've ever wanted to be the answer to a riddle, congratulations.
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[he doesn’t touch the bite to check if it’s sore or bloody, he knows it’s clean and healed. muffin always heals fast around him, especially when quetzal is being so doting]
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[ twirling a little lock of muffin's hair around his finger. ]
"One that sings both his remorse and his hopes..."
...maybe I'm biased? I've liked all your songs. But there was this one you sang, when we were out in the ocean...
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I remember that one. Was... remorseful song. Was for being far away home. Was for fears.
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Not... because it pained you.
Because...
I want to listen to them all...
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...Do you remember, um... When we were fixing your soul, I sang songs there, too. Get to keep those ones inside.
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Somewhere back of the sun...♬
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You were listening.
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No matter what could have happened next, I would have known, then. How you felt about it.
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With the way... you helped me. You healed me.
...
If we could manage to do something like that... to the Wolf King, and dissolve some of that wretched misery, and hate, that lust for death...
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I think.. I feel like... it's his darkness, that needs to touch you. What if... even in those depths, we could figure out how to keep a strong enough light..?
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...
...
I wonder if we could lie to Blossom to get her to provide something to help us do this.
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Ah. She's seemed pretty resistant against us getting TOO close to the facts of her old family...
But maybe we COULD use that to convince her.
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