[ a hiss on the inhale, then a held breath; some muscles go taut under Muffin's teeth. Quetzal doesn't feel relaxed at having teeth sunk into him, but he's definitely not calling for that 'when.' In fact...
In fact, huh, that's a new one; thanks to their very close proximity, his tail seeks out, curls up around Muffin's middle instead of seeking out an ankle. Squeezes. Not too hard. But when Muffin bears down, it tightens a little, too. Silent feedback. ]
[muffin pauses, looking up through his bangs, then carefully increases pressure— bites harder than enough to taste blood, bearing down until his shortest fangs have broken skin and he feels that tail tighten again.]
[ his mouth twitches in a wince, as the blood's let. if he were making a show of his composure, carrying on as the strong and most importantly disaffected weapon he'd been made to be, he wouldn't allow himself to twitch at something like this. but for the two of them, for what it is... a gift, from one to another...
He holds onto Muffin with his tail and what's there of his thighs, and in a drowsier voice, ]
[ you're still tail-tethered, mister. if it were him, he'd have popped out with the knife, and asked sweetly if he wanted another mark that lasted. put heat into the blade. made it a memory. but Muffin's opted to bite, not cut, maybe because he knows how much Quetzal prizes his exacting control of his appearance...
Muffin's so sweet. ]
If you're not... lines... Should dig harder. Then I c'ld feel my heartbeat in it... Can't... shortchange you for that. Or.... I'll bite him.
[his bite before was cautious, how he bit hard and then checked before increasing pressure. this time, after licking the first bite quickly clean of blood and checking that the bitemarks will overlap at the right angles... he digs his grip into quetzal's waist and lunges, sinking his teeth in with a deeply piercing bite. this is one for hunting and fighting. sometimes for killing.
[ Quetzal's body jerks under him, as he makes a wordless, animal sound of pain. He dared him to go farther, got what he wanted--
This body, that's met the teeth of predator after predator by this point, is telling him, that's serious! get away!, and he tries to sit up, feels his elbows slip out from under him in the loose sand, and something about that--
to his chagrin, he realizes: it is then too much. he lets his tail grow limp around Muffin's middle. ]
[muffin lets go immediately, flinching away like he tasted something poisonous. he puts his hand over the bite, protecting the wound and hiding the damage if quetzal looks]
[ breathing heavier, with the line of tension cut. blinks up at the dark skies. stars. the ones that guided him back here. absently, ]
Yeah... You've got great jaw strength.
[ tail settles on him again, somewhere around Muffin's ankle. no squeeze. self-soothing. the intensity bleeds out of him like the blood pooling under Muffin's palm. he's thoughtful. not quite fully understanding when the line was, yet. ]
Edited (THE DIALOG NEEDS TO BE JUST RIGHT) 2024-06-16 17:17 (UTC)
[ getting overwhelmed always make you talk less fancy, angie...
he's half- sat up, supporting his weight on one palm, the other hand clinging to a fistful of Muffin's nice clothes --he hadn't been moving away, but the offer spurred him into motion, anyway. ]
[ just. holds. holds still. has to shift his weight off of his hand, and realizes it was the feeling of shifting sand under his limbs, when he tried to get traction...
being discoordinated pushed up right next to pain, was that tipped the scale to a threat that made mana burn in his fingers. ]
[for once, muffin wishes he was bigger, so he could pick quetzal up and move him to the blanket. he's still strong enough to do that, but not in any elegant way. better if they scoot over. instead of curling up around quetzal protectively, he huddles up against him. small and sturdy.
muffin opens his Daffodil bag and pulls out water and a cloth, letting quetzal see what he has before he starts to clean the wound]
Have never bit someone that hard that I wasn't mad at.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
In fact, huh, that's a new one; thanks to their very close proximity, his tail seeks out, curls up around Muffin's middle instead of seeking out an ankle. Squeezes. Not too hard. But when Muffin bears down, it tightens a little, too. Silent feedback. ]
no subject
no subject
He holds onto Muffin with his tail and what's there of his thighs, and in a drowsier voice, ]
How much... did he need it to hurt?
no subject
[muffin lifts his head, concerned. not making to sit up though, he's not so worried yet as to abandon his work, reassured by the hold around him]
Said um... to carve a heart with knife or claws. "Carve" was his word. Has to stay for twenty-four hours.
[one bitemark is only half a heart at best. he'll have to go again.]
no subject
[ you're still tail-tethered, mister.
if it were him, he'd have popped out with the knife, and asked sweetly if he wanted another mark that lasted. put heat into the blade. made it a memory. but Muffin's opted to bite, not cut,
maybe because he knows how much Quetzal prizes his exacting control of his appearance...
Muffin's so sweet. ]
If you're not... lines...
Should dig harder. Then I c'ld feel my heartbeat in it... Can't... shortchange you for that. Or.... I'll bite him.
...with fire...
no subject
Can bite harder.
no subject
no subject
[his bite before was cautious, how he bit hard and then checked before increasing pressure. this time, after licking the first bite quickly clean of blood and checking that the bitemarks will overlap at the right angles... he digs his grip into quetzal's waist and lunges, sinking his teeth in with a deeply piercing bite. this is one for hunting and fighting. sometimes for killing.
muffin even growls for good measure]
no subject
This body, that's met the teeth of predator after predator by this point, is telling him, that's serious! get away!, and he tries to sit up, feels his elbows slip out from under him in the loose sand, and something about that--
to his chagrin, he realizes: it is then too much.
he lets his tail grow limp around Muffin's middle. ]
no subject
Are okay?
no subject
absently, ]
Yeah...
You've got great jaw strength.
[ tail settles on him again, somewhere around Muffin's ankle. no squeeze. self-soothing. the intensity bleeds out of him like the blood pooling under Muffin's palm. he's thoughtful. not quite fully understanding when the line was, yet. ]
no subject
[sits up, kneeling between quetzal's legs, but he won't move away when that could loosen the tail.]
...Is it okay for me to touch you? Do you want it healed?
1/3
Don't leave.
[ getting overwhelmed always make you talk less fancy, angie...
he's half- sat up, supporting his weight on one palm, the other hand clinging to a fistful of Muffin's nice clothes --he hadn't been moving away, but the offer spurred him into motion, anyway. ]
2/3
being discoordinated pushed up right next to pain, was that tipped the scale to a threat that made mana burn in his fingers. ]
3/3
no subject
[for once, muffin wishes he was bigger, so he could pick quetzal up and move him to the blanket. he's still strong enough to do that, but not in any elegant way. better if they scoot over. instead of curling up around quetzal protectively, he huddles up against him. small and sturdy.
muffin opens his Daffodil bag and pulls out water and a cloth, letting quetzal see what he has before he starts to clean the wound]
Have never bit someone that hard that I wasn't mad at.