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And now what you've all been waiting for: the google doc (update: this is not up to date but I have created a muses quick reference in the meantime) and as a less exciting bonus, rules
Jong-su hummed. That was a good point, and the most important part, of course. Jong-su had made the mistake before of choosing the wrong person to have a child with, even though the child born from the mistake was completely perfect, the life he'd experienced as a child had not been. He could have spared his precious son if he had only chosen more wisely.
The mishipeshu smiled at her comparison. "It is difficult, you're right. But it's the most beautiful, rewarding difficult thing to ever do. You are rewarded by your finalised garment, I am rewarded and overfilled with joy just by seeing him smile. I would choose to be a father a million times over, even the hardships felt wonderful. I was grateful even to be struggling with him in my arms." but perhaps not everyone was so lucky to have such a child! "But what you say is true, darling. The most important part is who you have the child with. Have you never been in a serious relationship before?"
Lychee's smile only grew as she listened to Jong-su speak so fondly of his son, of his experience of fatherhood. Certainly, there were many who would consider parenthood to not be such a rewarding experience, but listening to Jong-su speak of it, she was truly convinced. 'No.' Lychee begun to clip the pieces of fabric together. 'My work has kept me occupied.' An excuse, at best. It was not an unwillingness which kept her away, but a fear. Not all encompassing, but something which lived at the back of her mind: what if the person I find isn't right for me? What if they simply want to use me? 'Here.' She stood from her seat, holding up the adjusted jacket, inspecting it. 'Try this on again, tell me if it's any better.'
Pinpirin huffed, exhaling and relaxing, allowing herself to breathe and believe that she was safe once again. Perhaps a stupid assumption to make.
"Mmmh... does it? It-it feels... I'm not-not used to it, Emi. It's a little-little overwhelming... the way it makes me..." squirm. Right on his lap.
Emil's tail flicked back and forth before, in a burst of hell fire, he took on his more human form, albeit allowing his spiralled horns and fleshy tail to remain. It was easier to deal with her like this, in Emil's opinion; sometimes it was difficult to remember that Pinpirin was a demon herself. 'Not used to it,' he repeated. 'There is only one way to become used to it.' Still Emil held Pinpirin close, but he was smaller now, less imposing and, while he was still bigger than her in stature, easier to escape from. 'Do you enjoy it nonetheless, mia farfalla?'
Pinpirin whined and squealed, her hands whipped up to cover her face. Oh dear, she was trapped in his big, muscular, arms... with his tongue lapping at her...
The familiar squeezed her eyes shut, biting down on her pink lip so hard she drew blood.
"L-let me go, Emi!" but the order came out trembling, weak and wavering, hardly convincing at all. Punctuated by a whimpering little moan. "This is-is weird!" 'weird' for lack of a better word.
Emil let out a thoughtful little noise which sounded more like a growl than anything else. He would not be one to go against the wishes of a woman like this; while he did not let go of her, Emil drew his tongue back into his mouth and loosened his grip on Pinpirin slightly. 'Is it?' he asked. 'Because you sound like you're enjoying it.'
Sun knew he had a split tongue, she just never really took the time to actually think about it before now. Now as she opened her mouth for him, letting her tongue run along his.
Her breath became labored as she kept kissing him, her nails digging slightly into his skin. The scars, the brands. She never asked about them — being a prince of hell, of course he was going to bear the scars of battles he had fought. She never asked about his scars and he never asked about hers.
What strange companions they were.
Emil took a deep inhale of breath as Sun's nails dug into him. It did not pain him, of course, but he had to remind himself this isn't a threat. This is not someone to be attacked; merely a woman expressing emotion. It was the least he could do to stop himself from growling. His tongue, impossibly long, ventured deeper into her mouth. Not too much, not so as to breach her throat, not wanting to cause any sort of discomfort, lest she expressed a desire for him to do so; more so to say look what I can do. Imagine what I can do.
Jong-su laughed, "It would be a welcome surprise. But he might start expecting you to turn up out of the blue every single day, after that." his smile grew, leaning back in his seat. "Have you ever thought of having children, Lychee?"
Lychee hummed as she considered Jong-su's question. 'I've not really ever had anyone to consider having children with,' she replied. 'I suppose it wouldn't be so bad.' But she'd have to work less, the thing which she was passionate about, care for a child more (could she be passionate about caring for a child? Every woman with one seemed to be). It couldn't be so hard. I'd surely be better than my own parents. 'Helping with someone else's child sometimes is one thing. Being a parent of one would be more difficult, wouldn't it?' Lychee pulled a bowl of clips towards her before she began to realign the fabric. She let out a small laugh. 'But I suppose sewing is quite difficult, too, and I do that every day.' Not that the two could be comparable, of course.
Pinpirin's laughter grew louder, more intense, her body squirming but only half genuinely trying to break free. It was only when she quickly leaned back in such a way, that Emil's tongue missing her face lapped at her neck in such a way, that it made her laughter come halting. In its joyful place, a short moan, a shudder. A squeak of embarrassment. She covered her mouth and moved to break free from his lap to run away and hide in the bathroom.
Oh, she wouldn't get away that easily. Not after making such sweet sounds. Emil's arms wrapped about Pinpirin, holding her close. 'Where do you think you're going, mia farfalla?' Again Emil's tongue extended, but his actions were playful in a different sort of way. His movements were slow and calculated, including the very moment he once again licked Pinpirin along the neck.
More little art doodles I did yesterday~!
We have Sun and Emil keychain (@magiirealism) and then just a random thought that decided to appear in my head right as my sleep meds were taking affect so I had to draw it before I was lost to the aether.
This piece of Sun and Emil (@magiirealism) for Daily Draw challenge from @reds-references!
I think I earned some cake.
A soft yelp escaped her as Emil hosted her up; her free hand gripping his shoulder and her legs wrapping around him.
She was used to being smaller than other people. She was only 160cm. But he was 187cm. Almost a full foot of difference between them not taking into account the difference in muscle mass.
But damn. It felt nice.
She kept kissing him, feeling his warmth against her. His lips against hers, his hands on her. It let her forget everything for a little while.
Such a position, even with Sun's arms and legs about him, meant that Emil's hands were not free to explore. It was much too soon for that, but having the option removed was certainly a barrier. (He would move them somewhere else when the time came; such constraints could not hold him back.) For the time being, Emil finger's caressed the undersides of her legs as best they could. He opened his mouth ever so slightly, and his split tongue prodded at her lips.
Jong-su stretched once he was free from the jacket, letting his arms swing back, rolling his shoulder blades. His gaze followed her as she busied with the jacket, and his body followed to sit beside her. His legs spread out a little, feel a bit too tall for the chair. It was fascinating to watch her work. Perhaps he should learn such a skill, too.
"Really? Thank you for your offer, darling." it made him smile. "He adores you. He often asks me when we'll see you again, and he gets jealous when I'm with you without him. He once told me he thinks you're the most beautiful person on earth."
A warmth came over Lychee. To think a child, and such a sweet one at that, thought so fondly of her! 'That's lovely.' With seam ripper in hand, Lychee began cutting through the thread which held both sides of the sleeve together. She didn't look up at Jong-su, being absorbed in her work, but a smile came over Lychee's face. 'I'll certainly have to make a point of spending more time with him if that's the case.' She held back a chuckle. 'I might even have to show up to your home unannounced.'
"You call me cute-cute all the time!" Pinpirin giggled, the licking was a feather-like stroke, felt so strange and funny, making her laugh even more. She squirmed on his lap, though refused to truly pull away.
"That tickles, Emi!" yet she held on, clinging to the other.
'And I have no reason to stop.' Just as he now had no reason to stop licking her cheek. Though his intention had been to stop, her laughter spurred him on. Emil's tongue extended again, licking Pinpirin once more, and once more after that, and once more after that.
Instead of having a guardian angel, you have a guardian Demon. His methods are often much more violent. But much more straightforward.
Pinpirin merely giggled, continuing to run her fingers through his mane, combing through the strands.
"You are to-to me! Is that okay, Emi? Just to me only-only! Nobody else?" she leaned to kiss his cheek, brushing her nose against his.
What came next was something crossed between a growl and an indecisive groan. It wasn't really okay that anyone considered him cute, even behind closed doors such as this. Nonetheless, his fleshy tail started to thud against the ground as her fingers ran through his mane. 'I should be the one calling you cute, mia farfalla.' He could not return her kiss in this form - not properly, for he had no lips - instead deigning to give Pinpirin's cheek a small lick in return. He knew it wasn't the same, but it was the best she was going to get.
Which OC has this hat?
"You're-you're welcome!" she smiled brightly, running her fingers through his mane. "Emi is such a cute lion kitty." the only person in existence to dare say such a thing to him.
She leaned in, kissing his cheek, his forehead, over the moon with how soft and fluffy he was. "Good boy..." she sang as she scratched behind his ear.
There was a further rumbling emanating from him, but this one was not a purr; instead, it was much more like a growl. 'I am not cute,' he protested, and it should have been clear from his tone that this was no joking matter. 'Nor am I a kitty.' Nor was he a lion, technically, but at least that comparison made some sort of sense.
The gentleness was unexpected but not unwelcome as her shoulders slumped slightly. He was offering. What was the harm? Sun turned to face him, reaching up and gripping the back of his neck to pull him down to her height. What the hell. She leaned forward and kissed him, pressing herself against him as her nails dragged lightly across the back of his neck.
He'd not been expecting that, but nor would he complain, would he push away or otherwise show this was not wanted. All he would do was deepen the kiss. This was very much wanted. Except for one problem... She's too damn small. Without a word, with his lips still against hers, Emil picked Sun up with ease, his hands beneath her legs.
