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[electricflock]

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[finalbows]

[ he's been a bit more nuzzle-y after becoming a perma-werewolf, one may have noticed. ]

Want to help save a life?

[electricflock]

[the catbird has noticed and is absolutely enjoying extra nuzzle-iness]

Huh? Of course.

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All that's needed is your willing donation ♡.

[ tiniest nip to the spot between neck and shouler he likes to bite him best, not breaking skin. ]

Wanna guess what of?

[electricflock]

[muffin jumps, ticklish, and chitters. the flinch does well for dispelling all the surprise adrenaline from quetzal DROPPING OUT OF A TREE]

Iiiiiis it feathers? Lemons…~?

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[ he takes a moment to be tempted by more feathers. takes in a deep breath. thinks about the platonic ideal of burying his face in some. ]

Hmmm... you could find traits of it in both those things.
What flows, and is born of the body. What ebbs, and leaves life lost...

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[finalbows]

_{Actually, when I say it out loud, that description could be more salacious than I intended, for once.}

[electricflock]

[helpfully,]

Salacious lemon juice.

[finalbows]

[ a laugh that is much less restrained and poised than anyone else gets to hear ]

[electricflock]

[muffin laughs with him, turning in his arms to brush their cheeks together affectionately]

You can take my blood, I don't mind.

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[finalbows]

Good. I like yours best.
Need's best when it's in step to pleasure.

[ there's no warning pop of the fangs, nowadays. they're always there. but he kisses the spot, first, chaste and soft-- ]

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[ then bites. ]

[electricflock]

[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.]

Ah.

[finalbows]

[ 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. ]

[electricflock]

[muffin gives a small purr, knowing that even if it's quiet, quetzal can feel the hum of it against his lips]

Got enough?

[finalbows]

Mmn... that's enough to play savior, I'm sure.

If you've ever wanted to be the answer to a riddle, congratulations.

[electricflock]

What was the riddle?

[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]

[finalbows]

The one I think was you..?

[ 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...

[electricflock]

[whistles a short two-note whistle, he does do singing, yep]

I remember that one. Was... remorseful song. Was for being far away home. Was for fears.

[finalbows]

I'm glad... I got to hear that song.
Not... because it pained you.
Because...
I want to listen to them all...

[electricflock]

[muffin ducks his head, then tips his face up towards quetzal's hand]

...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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[finalbows]

[ closes his eyes... ]

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[finalbows]

♬...Wait for us at last...
Somewhere back of the sun...♬

[electricflock]

[chirps, oh, and chitters, both noises suddenly sounding much more waterier than usual]

You were listening.

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