grooms - miko & fen :3c
The briefest jarring sensation prickles across her spine, a moment of unguarded alarm as if she'd fallen asleep too fast and her body was alerting her that something wasn't right. Her hairline extends down her neck much like a mane, a trail of down between scarred shoulder blades, all the imperfections and little characteristics on display when a touch brushes over them.
Once mutilated and torn flesh isn't familiar with others touch. But as she takes a breath and tastes the air to the familiarity of the other; she settles, curled possessively over a cushion as it's squished tighter to her bare front, a shudder filtering past her reaction. It's a part of her she struggles to reach without changing shape, appreciation soothing the tension in her narrow shoulders, slender frame usually concealed under fluff or flowing attire, once sickly and easy to fall back into without careful attention.
Teeth click as fingers climb into the mass of feather and hair, features going slack as a rumble starts up in her chest.
"Mmn- you're... going to put me to sleep." Purposely whiny, a complaint to cover up the way her throat tightens in the moment. The soft mess flares slightly to make the job a little more difficult, half-lidded gold eye honed in on her with crooked affection.














