„Matia’s asleep. The raccoon keeps her grumpy – but good – company. We have a whoooo~le evening for ourselves”
The man had the audacity to wriggle his brows. “You… you have been gone for a week without even a note. Right after you told me you are the fox I’ve been feeding for a year. And magic. And just altogether ridiculous?!”
Her frown deepened: “You dare to just come into my bedroom like this?! After Matia had been inconsolable?! Only Henoch -because this ‘raccoon’ has a name thank you very much – able to calm her a little?!”
“I thought that would specifically a reason why it would be… welcomed?”
She wrinkled her nose. And narrowed her eyes.
He muttered – apparently had to mutter! – “Apparently not…” and stepped on the spot sheepishly.
“… I left the r-… the Henoch here!”
“Well yes, but he doesn’t talk!”
“He does talk to Matia?”
She stared at him for a good moment: “… she didn’t say a thing, though!”
Now he wrinkled his nose unhappily “Well. Well I’ve got responsibilities. And I didn’t notice it was a week. I was just… arranging some things. I didn’t sleep the whole time. It’s what my kind has to do… and make… you okay… and… well…”
Gabrielle still frowned deeply, arms crossed: “… not to mention you could have gotten hurt as well”
“But I’m fine. Really, I’m better than fine. And Henoch would have noticed, Nothing to worry about, really!”
It certainly did not help convince her: “… hrm. Sure, it wold not have been anything to worry about. If you had told me”
“I promise I’ll try to be better. I’ll give note before? Yes? I’ve taken care of most things”
She looked away from him, closing her eyes. No. She’d worried for a week.
But he crawled onto her – usually she would even say their – bed, she heard the tails moving. Another thing to just garner her favour. But not today.
She turned further away from the pleading eyes.
Then she heard one of his magic tricks poofing into existence. Whatever that would be. Certainly nothing good.
“Mazin, take a hint and just leave the room n-“ Gabe had opened her eyes again, wanting to send him a scathing look.
But her eyes had caught on big, yellow eyes. Open and innocent-looking. With the same silvery-hair Mazin sported. Only in long and luscious and soft. Because it’s his female form.
She looked behind herself. Main still laid there, sprawling on the… other side of the bed.
But in front of her was his… female form.
Looking back and forth, this was a… strange situation.
“… … … Mazin, you can’t just trick yourself into forgiving you! Illusions are fun and all, but you can look as apologetic as you want, this still won’t-“
In this moment, he grabbed for his female version and pulled them in… for a kiss.
And. They kissed. In front of her
Apparently, it was not an illusion.
But actually a real, physical being?
They both smirked at her.
When she looked away, frown back in place, they continued to kiss, her Kimono sliding down over their shoulders, hands wandering…
It… was a strange spectacle, observed from the corner of her eye. The female-Mazin let out a sigh when the male version bit her shoulder at the right place, pulling at his hair.
The female came a little closer, and he slipped his hand into her kimono, squeezing a soft breast, teasing her nipple, just in sight for Gabrielle to watch it harden and hear her gasp, see her claw at his back with slightly too sharp fingernails.
Mazin let out a rumbling hum, grinding slightly against her, teeth on her throat, while she looked at Gabrielle and-
The owner of the house grabbed both their wrists and pulled them towards her: “IF yu are going to do this right on my bed, at least involve me!”
Two smirking, clever mouths descended upon her.
And four deft hands made very quick work of her clothes.
… this was probably not the best way of… punishment.
But… she would face these mistakes later. For now, she ad a blush in place to face some… other things.
I twitched when I felt something touch my shoulder, lashed out to hit the offender.
Sir Israfil stopped my wrist in a sure grip.
“I apologise for starting you”, he said, bowing slightly.
I deflated.
‘Dazed’ was the proper description for me at every moment.
The glamour might be necessary, as hard to admit as that was. I could not properly function like this.
I started again when I noticed fingers on my forehead.
The knight looked down at me with a little concern in his eyes: “You are very distracted”, he stated.
Which… I frowned and raised an eyebrow: “Really?!”
I felt like a child immediately after. The last time someone had felt my temperature with cool hands… probably fell in that time, too. Ugh.
“… I need to go to the library. Figure something out about this. This glamour and the situation. Books help”, books help with everything.
When I tried to return to cleaning up the table I noticed my wrist was still captured, a thumb on my pulse, moving slightly.
I stared at that, until the knight attached to the thumb started to hum.
There was a complentative expression on his face, looking where I had been looking before. Still handsome, that expression.
Then he tilted his head and looked me in the eye: “You really did not work much with magic before, mh?”
It was strange, being looked at directly. The knight felt even less human than usual, like that.
Without thinking about it, I tapped his nose.
He went slightly cross-eyed and looked surprised, like any proper human should, so that helped, and I laughed, my wrist finally released.
When he touched his nose, I snickered a little more.
“This… was not an answer”, which was a fact he stated.
“Nope, it was not”, which was another one.
“Mh. I will… conclude you did not have excessive contact with it. Because you are acting… not like you usually would”, which is another truth.
“… but I have less magic now. You said. Glamour dispelled and everything”, which was another fact. I did not know if there was a point to that fact. Because I didn’t know why he even said what he had said, but we were stating facts. So, it fit in the line.
It earned me a small smile. Which was a good.
“True, you are right”, he nodded and looked me in the eye. As if I was slow.
Or inebriated. I was not. I still remembered ‘inebriated’ was a word.
So, I frowned at him.
“That absence now allows for other magic to come to you now. It takes its place. You are a very magical being, after all”, I was pretty sure it did not work that way. But okay. Okay.
… maybe I was a little inebriated.
… ‘inebriated’ was a strange word, if you thought about it for a longer time.
“-like a sixth sense. Something you are born with, but didn’t use – much - until now, it’s a bit overwhelming, I suppose”, he looked somewhat concerned again, all tilty-faced.
I had no idea how that sentence had started. I hoped I hadn’t missed too much.
It seemed like he wanted an answer, though, so I said: “Overwhelmed… got it”, I paused for a second, looking through the room, and then nodded: “Seems right”.
He nodded, too: “So you do need the connection to your world, but you also get overwhelmed by it. Yes?”
I studied his eyelashes. They were pretty long.
Then I looked at the pupils and said: “… yeh”
He looked concerned again. Somewhat.
Then put a hand on my head: “You know what, we’ll let you sleep this off. And in the morning… we’ll see how it goes with a… lesser dose of energy. How does that sound?”
“…”, I had heard the words. Comprehension was a little more difficult. I made an unhappy face.
He ruffled my hair. Probably through my flame and everything.
“Mnh”
He sighed and swept me off my feet.
That had happened before, hadn’t it?
… I clung less for dear life than before.
I somehow ended up in a pile of pillows. And rolled up on them. Good night.
