[ he wants to curl his tail out of the way and just take a swoon back onto the bedspread so he can stare at some uninteresting speck of Above and nothing else, but-- there's a grip on his tail. there's an anchoring little pinkie holding it, and as long as that's there then it's one more moving part to consider. that's one more way action has to speak.
when he speaks aloud, it's with a sideling glance at Muffin's face. ]
Well. It is rather difficult for one to be held to vows they haven't even made, in their memory. If they're the sort of vows of which I'm familiar.
... But... [ more softly, ] You do remember him. [ And he WILL remember more.]
Only forgot last five years. Have... [been dating? loved?]
...known each other for lot longer than that.
[muffin sneaks a sideways look up through his bangs— gaze flicking away when he meets angel's devil's eyes— ...then drifting back to look at him again. that pinkie's not moving.]
[ Every thing there ever is to read on Angel Devil's face, is usually because he decided to put it there. He's not focusing on putting a whole lot there right now, besides "alert, responsive, extremely attentive to this conversation."
carefully, he asks, ]
Is there anything else you think I should know about... all of that?
[ Angel Devil's hand gently grips his back, seemingly by reflex.
he thinks about the sound of a pendant clattering on the floor, then being kicked away. he thinks about the ultimate replaceability of his life from the moment of its outset, and the profound efforts he's consistently put to failing to prove otherwise. he thinks about--
"We are 'having fun.'" "I don't really know how to do things that aren't just playing..." "Well, it's a love demon, not a dating demon. A convincing orchid still isn't a bee." (And being questioned even then: is that really true...?)
maybe he sort of had been doing something that wasn't just playing. or maybe he was just very suddenly envious of the idea of someone whose purposes could go further than 'primarily recreational'...?
he'd been doing plenty of things that felt like his usual 'just playing,' but then, a certain person tried really, really doggedly again and again to show him what... wanting him to be completely comfortable and at ease looked like, and...
Apparently, there was still an exciting new way left for it to sting when percieving his own nature as a comforting facsimile. ]
Mmm... I must confess, I would have liked it more if you had~. I think that chain of detail writes a slightly different story. Not.... completely different, just.
Slightly. Different.
But... one doesn't precisely plan out the steps of a whirlwind dalliance in a brand new world, either.
[ anyway. one day Blossom promises to let the people here go home and regardless of the precise shape of how that happens, he already doesn't have a future.
whirlwind dalliance is kind of the objective relationship he has to existence as a whole, isn't it? he just needs. a minute. to adjust. tie some runners to different mental trellises. It doesn't change anything for me, Muffin said. The statement strikes him as more than slightly funny. Of course it doesn't change anything for him; for him it's the exact amount of information he was operating on before. ]
[Muffin folds his other hand around Angel Devil's too, holding onto that one point of contact like it's a lifeline. they're still sitting exactly as close as before, but now he feels like he's reaching across a chasm. like if he lets go, angel devil will disappear.]
Wasn't trying to keep it secret from you. Didn't... didn't think it would make difference to anything.
Was yesterday— and tonight, thought what if was this you on lighthouse? About inviting you over... how it was before I said anything. [before I ruined it]
Thought should tell you, so nobody surprises you with it. Don't want to keep Amadeus secret from you, but don't want you to think I'd keep you a secret from him either.
...No... You're right. It would have been quite unpleasant to learn another way. It's... functionally, information that has little bearing on our current circumstances. It doesn't change... anything, materially... here.
[ Amadeus. A-ma-de-us. God's love. Alternatively: loved by god. Turns it over in his head. Yeah, that's probably a name he can spitefully curse in anger to the empty air one day. Has the right heft to it. That 'd' right in the middle is promising material. ]
[ something visibly relaxes in his body, at that squeeze. a gentle smile lifts the corners of his mouth. It even reaches the corners of his eyes.
The invisible tail on the bedspread hasn't visibly moved much, throughout the conversation. Every wrinkle stays in its place. ]
I thought so. ...Okay. I'm having fun. You're having fun. And tomorrow isn't even a promise, let alone the day after. We're... taking care of ourselves in the moment... right?
[ His lips are soft, and there's the familiar candy apple-and-cosmetic taste of his lipstick. He must have renewed the coat, before coming over.
This kiss is less than chaste. This kiss isn't for the sake of anything but itself, and the two people it forms a live-wire point of connection between.
One hand, he's got firmly splayed on the bedspread, putting his weight on it while he puts his focus elsewheres. The other seizes firmly onto a fistful of Muffin's shirt, knuckles pressing into his chest. ]
[Muffin is happy to be less than chaste. Happy to ruin angel devil's nice lipstick too.
His nerves start brittle and shy, but he relaxes under the attention, soft and eager and winding both arms over angel devil's shoulders to keep him close.]
[ As a kisser, Angel Devil's confident, and... well, rather lascivious. He gives wordless high hums, when he finds something particularly pleasing, and when there's any graze of his teeth, it's with the intent to caress. Though--
There's a moment of parting to breathe that he takes a longer pause than intended, experimentally touching his tongue to his teeth. To his... suddenly sharp canines. ]
Ah... hahah... oh, my. I might need to practice keeping these in. It could pose some significant obstacles to certain activities.
[muffin's largely quiet except for sighs, and he hasn't quite started purring when Angel Devil draws away, but he makes a small, unconscious sounds of disappointment when he draws back.
muffin glances at angel devil's fangs, then leans back in to graze his jaw with his own feline fangs. blushing more than he was already—]
[ LATER, THOUGH, BECAUSE... "DO YOU WANT TO BITE ME," HE SAYS...
whatever kind of bed frame Muffin has just made. a slight noise from the tail that's slyly steadied itself on it tightening around it. his pupils are definitely wider than before. his eyes subconsciously slide to look at the same spot he'd bit him last time. blemishless skin. it'll heal, he says. that's way too much carte blanche, isn't it? ]
Yes.
[ but he doesn't just rush in. did that shirt he was twisting up around his fingers have buttons...? he forgets. the pulse-heightening anticipation of sliding his teeth into him is much greater than what he'd felt orbiting closer for that kiss. okay. there's two ways this goes. nudge the shirt out of way and go for it. or. shirt off? shirt out of way? hey, wouldn't that be nice and equal? Muffin, you've already seen him naked once in the last 48 hours. he untwists his hand from Muffin's shirt, petting it a couple times. ]
Ah... you'll... ...you'll get blood on this.
[ he doesn't sound like he would terribly mind that option. in fact if there is not something done about it in the next five~ seconds he's just going to bite him in the same spot as last time with extreme relish, garment be damned. ]
[ also, you are not making it back to that bed just yet.
when he's turning back around from the shut door, it's right into Angel Devil's waiting arms coming around him like a springing trap. The ensuing bite at the juncture of his neck and shoulder is swift, and harsh. Angel Devil, once again, doesn't bite primarily just to drink, or send a message, or leave a mark. He bites because it hurts. ]
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when he speaks aloud, it's with a sideling glance at Muffin's face. ]
Well. It is rather difficult for one to be held to vows they haven't even made, in their memory. If they're the sort of vows of which I'm familiar.
...
But...
[ more softly, ]
You do remember him.
[ And he WILL remember more.]
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...known each other for lot longer than that.
[muffin sneaks a sideways look up through his bangs— gaze flicking away when he meets angel's devil's eyes— ...then drifting back to look at him again. that pinkie's not moving.]
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carefully, he asks, ]
Is there anything else you think I should know about... all of that?
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No. I... should have told you sooner, but it doesn't change anything for me.
wheezes. Good morning
he thinks about the sound of a pendant clattering on the floor, then being kicked away. he thinks about the ultimate replaceability of his life from the moment of its outset, and the profound efforts he's consistently put to failing to prove otherwise. he thinks about--
"We are 'having fun.'"
"I don't really know how to do things that aren't just playing..."
"Well, it's a love demon, not a dating demon. A convincing orchid still isn't a bee." (And being questioned even then: is that really true...?)
maybe he sort of had been doing something that wasn't just playing. or maybe he was just very suddenly envious of the idea of someone whose purposes could go further than 'primarily recreational'...?
he'd been doing plenty of things that felt like his usual 'just playing,' but then, a certain person tried really, really doggedly again and again to show him what... wanting him to be completely comfortable and at ease looked like, and...
Apparently, there was still an exciting new way left for it to sting when percieving his own nature as a comforting facsimile. ]
Mmm... I must confess, I would have liked it more if you had~. I think that chain of detail writes a slightly different story. Not.... completely different, just.
Slightly. Different.
But... one doesn't precisely plan out the steps of a whirlwind dalliance in a brand new world, either.
[ anyway. one day Blossom promises to let the people here go home and regardless of the precise shape of how that happens, he already doesn't have a future.
whirlwind dalliance is kind of the objective relationship he has to existence as a whole, isn't it?
he just needs. a minute. to adjust. tie some runners to different mental trellises. It doesn't change anything for me, Muffin said. The statement strikes him as more than slightly funny. Of course it doesn't change anything for him; for him it's the exact amount of information he was operating on before. ]
WHEEZE
Wasn't trying to keep it secret from you. Didn't... didn't think it would make difference to anything.
Was yesterday— and tonight, thought what if was this you on lighthouse? About inviting you over... how it was before I said anything. [before I ruined it]
Thought should tell you, so nobody surprises you with it. Don't want to keep Amadeus secret from you, but don't want you to think I'd keep you a secret from him either.
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[ Amadeus. A-ma-de-us. God's love. Alternatively: loved by god. Turns it over in his head. Yeah, that's probably a name he can spitefully curse in anger to the empty air one day. Has the right heft to it. That 'd' right in the middle is promising material. ]
...
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...do you want to know what I think he might have done, if he was sitting here right now?
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What… would he have done…?
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[ the chasm between them grows perilously more narrow. Angel Devil's voice is velvet soft. ]
So what if you're married? Who is it that's sitting in this room with you, right now? I think that's what matters to me more, at the moment.
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I… think I’d like to be told something like that.
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The invisible tail on the bedspread hasn't visibly moved much, throughout the conversation. Every wrinkle stays in its place. ]
I thought so.
...Okay.
I'm having fun. You're having fun. And tomorrow isn't even a promise, let alone the day after. We're... taking care of ourselves in the moment... right?
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Right. Don't... know if we have a long time or short time, but never have. Right now, I want to be here with you.
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I already know I don't have a long time, he doesn't say. ]
Carpe diem, pretty bird. I'm right here. Now... tell me... was it... words alone, you wanted me at hand for?
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shakes his head and pips, um. um.]
Wanted you close.
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Then let's be close.
[ and he goes in for the kiss. ]
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and leans up to meet him]
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This kiss is less than chaste. This kiss isn't for the sake of anything but itself, and the two people it forms a live-wire point of connection between.
One hand, he's got firmly splayed on the bedspread, putting his weight on it while he puts his focus elsewheres. The other seizes firmly onto a fistful of Muffin's shirt, knuckles pressing into his chest. ]
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His nerves start brittle and shy, but he relaxes under the attention, soft and eager and winding both arms over angel devil's shoulders to keep him close.]
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There's a moment of parting to breathe that he takes a longer pause than intended, experimentally touching his tongue to his teeth. To his... suddenly sharp canines. ]
Ah... hahah... oh, my. I might need to practice keeping these in. It could pose some significant obstacles to certain activities.
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muffin glances at angel devil's fangs, then leans back in to graze his jaw with his own feline fangs. blushing more than he was already—]
Mine don't get in the way.
...Do you want to bite me? I'll heal.
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[ LATER, THOUGH, BECAUSE...
"DO YOU WANT TO BITE ME," HE SAYS...
whatever kind of bed frame Muffin has just made. a slight noise from the tail that's slyly steadied itself on it tightening around it. his pupils are definitely wider than before. his eyes subconsciously slide to look at the same spot he'd bit him last time. blemishless skin. it'll heal, he says. that's way too much carte blanche, isn't it? ]
Yes.
[ but he doesn't just rush in. did that shirt he was twisting up around his fingers have buttons...? he forgets. the pulse-heightening anticipation of sliding his teeth into him is much greater than what he'd felt orbiting closer for that kiss. okay. there's two ways this goes. nudge the shirt out of way and go for it. or. shirt off? shirt out of way? hey, wouldn't that be nice and equal? Muffin, you've already seen him naked once in the last 48 hours. he untwists his hand from Muffin's shirt, petting it a couple times. ]
Ah... you'll...
...you'll get blood on this.
[ he doesn't sound like he would terribly mind that option. in fact if there is not something done about it in the next five~ seconds he's just going to bite him in the same spot as last time with extreme relish, garment be damned. ]
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[he was in the middle of a nice, hazy wondering if Angel Devil can hear Muffin's pulse hammering when he's bloodthirsty like that, but.
spilling blood in a house with two furries and a Pudding.
JOLTS off the bed, whips his shirt off, and hangs it on the doorknob outside. shuts the door again.]
Okay.
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muffin.
you are SO smart. ]
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[ also, you are not making it back to that bed just yet.
when he's turning back around from the shut door, it's right into Angel Devil's waiting arms coming around him like a springing trap. The ensuing bite at the juncture of his neck and shoulder is swift, and harsh. Angel Devil, once again, doesn't bite primarily just to drink, or send a message, or leave a mark. He bites because it hurts. ]
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