#ch: lian

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And now for something completely different.

A chibi of my DnD character that I’ve yet to play because time constraints. But I do enjoy thinking about her.

[cass1x1]

🔺 For my muse to slip their hand between your muse’s legs / lian & micah!

At first, Lian hadn’t even really been doing it consciously. Her hand had wandered of its own accord to his thigh, and then to his inner thigh, and then upward from there. Or, well. She’d consciously moved her hand, but she hadn’t really had a purpose in mind other than Micah is nice to touch. Not at first. Not until she heard the little catch of breath and realized just how high her hand had slid up that inner thigh.

From there, she most certainly had a purpose. Or, at least a curiosity: what would Micah do if? The hotel room had that liminal space low lighting that made everything feel a little bit unreal, and his pajamas were that particularly soft texture that well-loved cotton obtains, and Lian would be perfectly happy to simply enjoy that feeling against the tips of her fingers. But she also could feel, under those same fingertips, the length of him, not yet hard, and with her head tucked against their chest, she could feel its beats grow louder and quicker as she slowly explored up further.

“Lian,” they whispered, quiet and a little strained. She froze immediately, pulled her hand and her head off of them. Met their gaze.

Sorry, she almost said, but it wasn’t the right words. “Can I?” she said instead. “Touch you?”

“Yeah. Yes.”

Her head dropped down to his chest, her hands to his inner thigh, following the path that carefully outlined him, all the way until she reached the top, where the fabric of those shorts had become more strained. She paused there, weighing what she wanted to do against what she thought Micah wanted, until she decided that she didn’t know what Micah wanted. She tilted her head--she didn’t want to sit up again, not when she was so terribly comfortable here, but she want to at least sort of see his eyes.

“Can I?” she asked again. They nodded, and her hand began to trace back down. This time, purposeful. This time, with a destination in mind. She stopped just short of holding him, watching from this angle that only sort of allowed her to see his eyes for a sign of uncertainty. Or want. She’d prefer want. His flickered closed, then back open as she didn’t move.The arm around her tensed a little, like Micah wasn’t sure what to do with it. She hoped it wasn’t falling asleep; she was terribly comfortable. She slid her hand over his head, and his eyes flickered shut again. “This is okay?” she asked. It wasn’t like her to be unsure, but in this in-between moment, she wanted firm ground under her.

“It’s okay,” he promised, or at least, she took it like a promise, and moved her hands again.

[tinybuggyart]

Art of my half-orc named Lian that I’m hoping to get involved in a campaign soon!

(The scale mail was just as much of a pain to draw as you might think)

[cass1x1]

oh yes but in a pre-dating way bc micah is no cheating scoundrel ✴

The taller, trendy-haired guy leans in and it’s so obviously a for a kiss that Lian’s breath catches in her throat. Her heart pounds so loud, she wonders if it’s audible. She licks her lip. The moment seems to stretch into eternity, a thousand years per centimeter as he brings himself ever-closer. He angles his head to one side, to make space for noses, and Lian catches out of the corner of her eye as his hands curl around the edge of the table, like he’s bracing to be rejected. Her toes curl inside her shoes, like they’re imitating the action. And then Micah leans in to close the gap between themself and the trendy-haired guy.

At this point, Lian knows she should look away. This is none of her business--watching the end of a date between a stranger and someone she went on a date with one time, someone she’d barely remembered until they’d walked into the bar tonight. And yet, she was transfixed. Her normal post-show high had made her hyper, and that hyperness so quickly turned to hyperfixation when she recognized the date for what it was. Her investment was unnatural, unnecessary--especially so, since she did not know what it was she wanted. Just to watch, she thought. Not for a particular outcome. But with the way she was already on-edge from her last show, she can’t tell if her nerves are residual or projected onto the couple.

The kiss is a first, she’s pretty sure, and it seems both too long and too short, which is perhaps par for the course. When they part, she forces herself to look away, wanting to give them some of their intimacy back. It wasn’t hers to take. She should not have stared. Familiarity is no excuse--Micah probably doesn not remember her, even if she remembers him--and the guilt she is feeling is odd, out of place in her normal rituals after a gig. She needs a drink, a distraction, maybe both. As she heads for the bar, the spot where the couple was falls back into her line of vision, but they are gone. Lian takes a moment to consider how she feels about that. Happy, she decides. Happy for them. They are an attractive couple. Hopefully, they enjoy each other.

[cass1x1]

open your heart 🥺

Lian sighs and tilts her head to one side, her hair pooling around her own arm. Being asked for sinceritiy is odd--she is generally sincere, if quiet. But when asked, she feels as though she needed to encapsulate her feelings completely and accurately. Which, of course, means assessing her feelings completely and accurately. Which, of course, she’s never really bothered to do. “Micah is...” She sighs and traces the edges of the room with her eyes, as though the answer might be found in some unseen crack as opposed to within herself.

“Micah is...” It’s not exactly that Lian is bad with her words. She’s a highly effective communicator, in that she is able to get her meanings across, gets what she wants simply by asking bluntly and without pretense. But Lian is not good with her words either. If what she wants to say does not immediately come to her, she simply does not try to say it. 

What she wants to say isn’t words, adjectives to describe what Micah is. It’s a feeling, an image, a still-frame of the way the air around her feels when the two of them are lying on the bathroom floor at 3 am in the summer when it’s too hot to sleep but neither of them can afford to hike up the AC, so they’re just there, soaking up the cold and being near each other, with the tiles leaving little marks on her shoulders and the sound of breathing filling the space between them, and that’s the only noise because she’s too tired to move and he can be so eerily still when he wants to. There’s not a particular word or phrase that describes how things feel in that moment, but that feeling? That’s what Micah is.

Despite the fact that there aren’t words, she tries a third time. Lian doesn’t like leaving things unanswered, especially not when her sincerity is in question. “Micah is cool,” she says, finally. She smiles, like that word choice is a joke to her. “He has to make sure everyone around him is comfortable. He is very giving, but he is not usually stressful about it. He probably holds the stress in. That is a very Micah thing to do.” 

Her eyes do a reversal of their original path, tracing the room backwards as if that will change her answer. It does not. Same image, still wordless. “There are other things too. Talent, looks, you know. I do not think those count. He has those things, but he is not those things. I don’t know. Micah is cool.”

[cass1x1]

[text] Please stop calling. / when he's runnin off being foolish and doesn't want lian to get hurt about it

[read at 11:41pm][call at 11:41pm][call at 11:41pm][voicemail left at 11:42pm] Please answer me

[12:17am] Going to bed early fyi

[1:39am] Got the best video of Bubbie[1:40am] Might have just lost our security deposit tho

[2:29am] I’m bored come back

[cass1x1]

[text] I don’t say it often enough, but I want you to know that I love you.

[6:35pm] I love you too[6:35pm] What brought this on?[6:37pm] And do you want tea while you tell me?

[cass1x1]

✏️ + lian/micah!

the two of them often accidentally wear complementary outfits because they have similar tastes in colors/styles

they buy each other rings for each other’s respective piercings p frequently

when lian has to be on post-murder bed rest, micah brings her her mom’s soup/congee/other comfort foods; and when lian can tell micah is starting to have The Urge, she gets them his mom’s chicken soup/comfort foods to soothe them