hah. i very much doubt it’s out of care. not that i would want to be cared for by you—look how that poor girl turned out.
i do think i could make my way from the city gates and you’d be none the wiser. it would be a world of pain for me, but the look on your face… oh, it would be priceless.
hah. i very much doubt it’s out of care. not that i would want to be cared for by you—look how that poor girl turned out.
i do think i could make my way from the city gates and you’d be none the wiser. it would be a world of pain for me, but the look on your face… oh, it would be priceless.
[xey scratch a little firmer now, under the king’s chin. or what xey assume is its chin. in this state, he seems to have no self preservation. the thought of taking advantage of that… it’s smirk-worthy.]
[crocell gently gathers the king closer, hoping to stop the racket. he slots strangely nicely against xeir torso. crocell rests xeir chin on him, but stops short of a true embrace.]
[crocell keeps still, letting out a huff at this inane behavior. to think the king would crack so easily… xey wonder if he would have come to xem on his own, if he’d have sought whatever he’s getting from xem.]
[the king easily manages to knock crocell over—not the first time, likely won’t be the last. xey huff. how does he manage to constantly walk all over xem?]
calling me stupid, mm? i am no less stupid than you are.. and definitely more well-read.
[crocell sits up, gently brushing off xeir robes. those inky splotches better wash off… hmph. what a pompous thing.]
i do think you’re forgetting what you’ve done to me. the pain you’ve visited upon me. i only stay in your clutches to alleviate it. i could have hurt you ten times over by now, but have i? no.
[xey cross xeir arms, regarding the king sternly.]
[crocell simply stares at the curled up king for a while. he really poses no threat in this form. sad little thing. crocell doesn’t want to call it guilt, but a certain little instinct bubbles up, and xey decide to follow it.
xey scoot over to the king, and lie down next to him. a wall on one side, and warm scholar on the other. crocell hesitates to call it a peace offering.]
[crocell sighs. the king is heavy—it knocked the air out of them—but the weight is comforting. to think crocell would need comfort… well. perhaps xey catch xemself wanting it. sometimes.
[crocell wheezes a bit, but doesn’t let go. the king is unexpectedly soft. xeir fingers sink into him like a viscous slime or putty. it’s quite tempting to let xeir guard down, but it is still the king.]
[crocell gifts attention and affection as it's requested. is this xeir life now? perhaps. the king should stay like this, he's more manageable. crocell settles xeir head against his. yes. this is nice.]
well, i cannot do forever--be gentle, you! gentle, or you get nothing!
[xey push the king a few inches back, but can only manage to hold him for a few moments before xey're exhausted. since when was he this... touchy!? the last time they touched like this was with inky, slimy tentacles and nothing but antagonism... the king is changing before xeir eyes, crocell thinks.]
[crocell’s voice takes on an uncharacteristically soothing tone. xey lean back, resuming xeir soft pets. the king’s purring vibrates through xem, as if xey were part of some grand engine—it’s nice. against xeir wishes, crocell finds xemself genuinely calming down.]
[xey scratch a little firmer now, under the king’s chin. or what xey assume is its chin. in this state, he seems to have no self preservation. the thought of taking advantage of that… it’s smirk-worthy.]
[crocell gently gathers the king closer, hoping to stop the racket. he slots strangely nicely against xeir torso. crocell rests xeir chin on him, but stops short of a true embrace.]
[crocell keeps still, letting out a huff at this inane behavior. to think the king would crack so easily… xey wonder if he would have come to xem on his own, if he’d have sought whatever he’s getting from xem.]
[the king easily manages to knock crocell over—not the first time, likely won’t be the last. xey huff. how does he manage to constantly walk all over xem?]
calling me stupid, mm? i am no less stupid than you are.. and definitely more well-read.
[crocell sits up, gently brushing off xeir robes. those inky splotches better wash off… hmph. what a pompous thing.]
i do think you’re forgetting what you’ve done to me. the pain you’ve visited upon me. i only stay in your clutches to alleviate it. i could have hurt you ten times over by now, but have i? no.
[xey cross xeir arms, regarding the king sternly.]
[crocell simply stares at the curled up king for a while. he really poses no threat in this form. sad little thing. crocell doesn’t want to call it guilt, but a certain little instinct bubbles up, and xey decide to follow it.
xey scoot over to the king, and lie down next to him. a wall on one side, and warm scholar on the other. crocell hesitates to call it a peace offering.]
[crocell sighs. the king is heavy—it knocked the air out of them—but the weight is comforting. to think crocell would need comfort… well. perhaps xey catch xemself wanting it. sometimes.
[crocell wheezes a bit, but doesn’t let go. the king is unexpectedly soft. xeir fingers sink into him like a viscous slime or putty. it’s quite tempting to let xeir guard down, but it is still the king.]
[crocell gifts attention and affection as it's requested. is this xeir life now? perhaps. the king should stay like this, he's more manageable. crocell settles xeir head against his. yes. this is nice.]
well, i cannot do forever--be gentle, you! gentle, or you get nothing!
[xey push the king a few inches back, but can only manage to hold him for a few moments before xey're exhausted. since when was he this... touchy!? the last time they touched like this was with inky, slimy tentacles and nothing but antagonism... the king is changing before xeir eyes, crocell thinks.]
[xey scratch a little firmer now, under the king’s chin. or what xey assume is its chin. in this state, he seems to have no self preservation. the thought of taking advantage of that… it’s smirk-worthy.]
[crocell gently gathers the king closer, hoping to stop the racket. he slots strangely nicely against xeir torso. crocell rests xeir chin on him, but stops short of a true embrace.]
[crocell keeps still, letting out a huff at this inane behavior. to think the king would crack so easily… xey wonder if he would have come to xem on his own, if he’d have sought whatever he’s getting from xem.]
[the king easily manages to knock crocell over—not the first time, likely won’t be the last. xey huff. how does he manage to constantly walk all over xem?]
calling me stupid, mm? i am no less stupid than you are.. and definitely more well-read.
[crocell sits up, gently brushing off xeir robes. those inky splotches better wash off… hmph. what a pompous thing.]
i do think you’re forgetting what you’ve done to me. the pain you’ve visited upon me. i only stay in your clutches to alleviate it. i could have hurt you ten times over by now, but have i? no.
[xey cross xeir arms, regarding the king sternly.]
[crocell simply stares at the curled up king for a while. he really poses no threat in this form. sad little thing. crocell doesn’t want to call it guilt, but a certain little instinct bubbles up, and xey decide to follow it.
xey scoot over to the king, and lie down next to him. a wall on one side, and warm scholar on the other. crocell hesitates to call it a peace offering.]
[crocell sighs. the king is heavy—it knocked the air out of them—but the weight is comforting. to think crocell would need comfort… well. perhaps xey catch xemself wanting it. sometimes.
[crocell wheezes a bit, but doesn’t let go. the king is unexpectedly soft. xeir fingers sink into him like a viscous slime or putty. it’s quite tempting to let xeir guard down, but it is still the king.]
[crocell gifts attention and affection as it's requested. is this xeir life now? perhaps. the king should stay like this, he's more manageable. crocell settles xeir head against his. yes. this is nice.]
well, i cannot do forever--be gentle, you! gentle, or you get nothing!
[xey push the king a few inches back, but can only manage to hold him for a few moments before xey're exhausted. since when was he this... touchy!? the last time they touched like this was with inky, slimy tentacles and nothing but antagonism... the king is changing before xeir eyes, crocell thinks.]