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@lamentinglewis replied: Had lament been himself, he might’ve winced at the pitch in Arthur’s voice. But he wasn’t, a wide grin pulled at his lips and he nuzzled into Arthur’s hair like a content cat. “Starlight…”
Arthur shivered at the warm in his hair and his hand reached to touch Lament’s arm. “Yer face is tingly an’ soft.” He mumbles and hums. “Stars’re pretty so-- so no you.”
A blue spark, Lament reaches out to gently touch Arthur's shoulder. "I'm sorry you have to be harassed by these horrible creatures."
"But you don't have to go through this alone."
Arthur’s face goes blank-- he swallows, again and again. This isn’t Lament’s problem it’s not--
Arthur looks at him over his shoulder and smiles. “It’s okay. I know it’s just words. You don’t have to worry big guy. I’ll be fine.”
He looked up at him, mewing softly. Lifting his white paws, he rested them on the human's face.
This was his....family? Friend?
His tail flicked, he knew this male. He just knew that somehow he knew this human.
He could feel himself melting as those tiny beans pressed against his cheek. "You're so chubby. Look. Fluffy and full of milk aren't you, little guy." Arthur touched the tip of their nose with his finger. then he lowered them, keeping them tucked against his chest with his fingers. "I wonder where you came from."
He blinked, confused at the finger touching his nose. Did that mean something? Whatever it was, he didn't care. He liked this human.
Nuzzling into Arthur, he purred softly and closed his eyes.
Arthur let his fingers stroke against their tiny cat head. No one was around, but something about them felt familiar. But right now that was the least of his worries.
"....You look small. Think you can handle wet food, little guy? I guess I can try to get milk too maybe..." He hummed as he carried the kitten to his kitchen.
Soft humming, filled with comfort and something...else. Fingers gently brush through golden locks as a blue haunt's eyes drift shut. There's a box of honeycakes nearby, still warm and soft from the oven.
The sad aura isn't so depressing, mixed with something warmer at Arthur's presence.
Arthur’s eyes open slowly. He’s relaxed in full, having a hard time being awake.
Ah. That’s why. Fingers in his hair. They always melted him to a useless pile of goo. He can feel them still, brushing along his scalp, and he makes a soft rumble in his chest, head tilting into the touch. He licks his lips and they smack slightly, as one bleary eye opens. “Mmhhh.... Lamm’y....?”
Cheeks flushed, Lament lets out a small hum and gently kisses Arthur's hand.
Try to seduce my Muse
“Oh--”
Never been less turned on | Ugh no | I’d give you a try | Yes, yes, YES | I’M READY NOW DAMMIT
{Lamentinglewis} 👗
Trope Starters
👗 - a starter where my muse helps yours get ready for a fancy event [ eg. fixing their tie, zipping their dress ]
Arthur chuckled as he watched him work, before moving over and swatting his hands away. “I know you’re nervous, big guy, but I never thought you of all people would forget how to tie a knot.”
When his hands were properly away, Arthur smiled at him, and took both ends in his hands. “It’s a good thing you-- well. My Lewis-- showed me how to do this. You and your giant hands would be hopeless, otherwise. With his laughter, his fingers moved with a delicate touch, the same used when tying a medical suture instead. He smoothed out the tie and started the knot-- and then undid it. He did the same again.
“Ah. Apparently it’s been too long. How did...?” He mumbled to himself, tongue poking out as he did a slightly different movement. “Ah! There we go. Knew it was in the noggin somewhere. Was almost afraid I’d have to google it.”
He laughed again, and finished off the knot, tightening it and tucking the back of the tie beneath and then lowering Lament’s collar with a gentle tug and swipe. Then the slipped a tie bar on Lament’s tie.
He smiled up at him after a nod at the look. “Perfect. You look so handsome.” He paused a beat. “You’re going to wow ‘em all tonight. I won’t even be surprised.” He dusts off Lament’s lapel again, even though he doesn’t need it. His hands are slow, but they draw back with him. “Knock ‘em-- I dunno. Out? Give ‘em a good ol’ K.O.” He offered Lament a sheepish thumbs-up.
(Lamentinglewis) "oh"
Just A Peek!
4. My Muse stretching their arms up, showing their midriff @lamentinglewis
Arthur hadn’t really slept, and he was feeling it now. at least the energy drink was helping some, but honestly it just left him tired and buzzed with shaky fingers. Caffeine seldom did the trick except to get him to focus. But he willed himself to push through. He didn’t want to sleep. He didn’t want to.
But that left him drowsy and yawning, over and over to a point of just-- annoyance at the whole thing. Come on brain-- wake up! You have things to do and a while to go!
He’d been sitting with Lament in his library nook. It was just-- nice, to spend time with him, and this was his special sanctuary. So they could sit together while he pored over old notebooks, occasionally checking what Lament was up to with his own reading. They sat across from each other, one of his shoes touching Lament’s at the midpoint. Or more-- closer to him. Lament was a leggy guy. He was, too, but even he fell short to the sheer length of unnecessary height that was Lewis.
But sitting still and reading was...not helping him stay awake. He went as long as he could, but now he was fighting being awake more than he was reading, and he kept skipping time every time his eyes closed, dozing just light enough to snap awake, but aware he probably was dropping off by the jolt that pulled him back.
He needed something active.
“I’m thinking of taking a break. Maybe going outside for a walk.” Arthur nudged Lament’s foot for his attention, before standing up and stretching. His arms reached above his head as far as they would go and he ended up on his tiptoes from the l e n g t h of the stretch, coiling up tight at far as he’d go. His shirt rode up as he did and he felt it pull up an his stomach as his spine arched and curved until a sound escaped like a loud hum.
His body clenched into place for a beat, tightening until it just-- couldn’t anymore, before all at once loosening and nearly melting from the lack of tension. He rubbed at his face, balled fist running over a closed eye, before he heard the sound.
He glanced down at Lament and then tracked his eyes to where he was look, before making an embarrassed sound, and tugging his shirt down, hiding pale skin and the start of a happy trail down into his jeans. His face caught some color, and he was grateful for the nest’s dim lighting. “Oh-- sorry.”
