Oh! I'm happy to see N getting some love. Can I hear about C for Cuddling for them?
C = Cuddling(Do they cuddle? If they do, how and when do they cuddle?)
They do! When it comes to being in bed, N likes to do a sort of half-spoon. Wherein they still feel connected to you in some way, but they have the mobility to move if they wish to do so. When it comes to something like a couch? They like to throw their legs over your lap, or have your legs on their own, to again feel that connection with the option to move if they wish. As for when? Whenever they wish to do so... There isn't really a set schedule.
I think Mr. Gaslight should ABSOLUTELY get a kazoo. They bring joy. My mom was in a kazoo marching band in high school. We play them at family events sometimes. I am confident only other people will regret y'all having kazoos. :)
My only fear of Mr. Gaslight getting a kazoo is that he will play it RIGHT IN MY FUCKING EAR because that is precisely the kind of asshole (affectionate) he is.
If you're still open to doing prompts, will you consider "like all agony, there are pleasant moments" for Levi?
hiii sorry this took me so long to get to 💗💕💓
like all agony, there are pleasant moments. little constellations in the night, loose threads in the tapestry, bright-hot and burning in a way that isn't so despairing as the rest. perhaps it might be enough, to pick at one of those threads until the whole thing unravels, wrap one of the smaller agonies around his fingers and tug until it all falls apart, but...
well.
Levi tips his head back, lets the rain run down his face, his neck. the streets are emptying under the onslaught, crowds washing away as surely as the dust that clings to the city throughout the summer; a young woman hurries past, her wailing child clutched to her chest. both are uncomfortable, the mother stressed and the baby miserable. Levi steps aside to make room on the sidewalk, resisting the temptation to reach out, to soften those edges of cold and frustrated and worried. they'll be home soon enough.
as the metallic taste of maternal stress fades, the street growing silent but for the drummig of the rain, Levi closes his eyes. there's a moment, between one raindrop and the next, where it all goes silent: where the world is frozen-still and the constant pressure of emotions not-his, suffering made his by virtue of proximity - it all vanishes, recedes like the midnight tide. for the length of a breath, he fills his own skin, no room for anything else - just bone and muscle, blood and ink.
then the rain catches up. the world exhales and Levi with it, gasping for air amongst the tide. his skin stings, unsoothed by the rain as he sifts through it all, fear and discomfort and hurt. even the good, the warm and bright feels too much, saltwater in a wound, and his next inhale is shaky.
he should be better at this, by now. should be used to it. should be used to it the way you can get used to a knife in the chest, walk it off, power through, don't let them see you bleed. the proverbial them being, he supposes, himself; his past selves, maybe, those lives spent in certainty, never forced into a shape they don't fit, never bent and broken and sanded down to be something else. something new.
he swallows. shakes his head, hair sticking to his skin, and he pushes it away impatiently, rubs at his itching eyes.
it's fine, he tells himself. all his selves. he has work to do, and he'll get it done. when he starts moving, boots splashing in the rain, that brief moment of peace is all but washed away.
I legit love Billy. Favorite character. (The whole thing is great though!)
Billy stares impassively up at you. You smile, stretching your palm out.
"Come here, Billy," you ask him. "I have a treat for you."
Billy hesitates, and then very slowly starts walking your way. Your smile brightens as you see him stumbling along, his one good eye focused on you. He gets near and you open your arms...
And he just keeps walking past. Your arms fall as the old horse turns his rear on you to go sniff a nearby flower. And as your smile vanishes, you catch the glint in the corner of his eye when he glances back at you.
Smugly horse-grinning.
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Glad you like him furyleika! Billy may like you back. Uh... one day. Hopefully. (◕ᴗ◕✿)
