"Holy shit, a cat thiren with no fur!?" {for mortym from ZZZ felix lacking her a filter}
"I got a lil' bit here and there, but yeah," Mortym replied, a gloved hand behind his head as he smiled. "And before you ask, it's all genetics."
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"Holy shit, a cat thiren with no fur!?" {for mortym from ZZZ felix lacking her a filter}
"I got a lil' bit here and there, but yeah," Mortym replied, a gloved hand behind his head as he smiled. "And before you ask, it's all genetics."
and 🎄 Muiren ofc..
Muiren is, currently, taking up the better part of a very small living area, seated on a couch made for trolls a quarter of his size. Which isn't to say much for his own size (truly, not so large compared to many others of his caste), so much as the small stature of the young man he's currently keeping company.
The hive in which he sits is one of those compact cabin homes, with everything within practical reach, decorated abundantly with dried flowers, herbs, charms made of bone and wire, and so many small ceramic bowls, cups, teapots, and other such things, one could mistake it as Muiren's own home if not for the fact that he doesn't seem to fit in it.
The young man it belongs to--a slender orange blood with large, sad eyes, unruly pale grey hair, and a number of bandages up and down his arms--stands over the counter, chattering happily away as he prepares tea for them both. Muiren watches him with open fondness, smiling when he replies.
Tomorrow he has to return to his duties, but for tonight he can spend some time catching up with the boy he raised from grubhood.
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❤ (Liv/Mortym and Shrikelette)
Livmor
Affectionate; Holding hands | Cheek kisses | Hugs from behind | Cuddling | Hand kiss | PDA | Spooning | Shared baths | Whispers | Affectionate texts | Caressing | Stroke hair | No displays of affection
Sex; Shower sex | Wall sex | Neck bites | Oral | Morning sex | Drunk sex | Public sex | Backseat of car | BDSM | No sex
Dates; Picnic | Cinema | Restaurant | Sports game | Hike | Coffee | Museum | Club | Bar | Beach | No dates
Would my character…
Marry them? Yes | No Have sex on the first date? Yes | No Confess their attraction first? Yes | No Have children/adopt? Yes | No Die for your character? Yes | No Cheat on your character? Yes | No Lie to them? Yes | No Cuddle after sex? Yes | No
Shrikelette
Affectionate; Holding hands | Cheek kisses | Hugs from behind | Cuddling | Hand kiss | PDA | Spooning | Shared baths | Whispers | Affectionate texts | Caressing | Stroke hair | No displays of affection
Sex; Shower sex | Wall sex | Neck bites | Oral | Morning sex | Drunk sex | Public sex | Backseat of car | BDSM | No sex
Dates; Picnic | Cinema | Restaurant | Sports game | Hike | Coffee | Museum | Club | Bar | Beach | No dates
Would my character…
Marry them? Yes | No Have sex on the first date? Yes | No Confess their attraction first? Yes | No Have children/adopt? Yes | No Die for your character? Yes | No Cheat on your character? Yes | No Lie to them? Yes | No Cuddle after sex? Yes | No
🫂 (Liv…with Pulchra and/or Mortym)
Bad news is, I can't decide between the two.
Good news is, I'm gonna do both.
Liv will be dependent on Pulchra in terms of city life. Liv hasn't ever been to New Eridu, having gone to the Outer Ring before the fall of the Old Capital. Even though Liv will do her best to hide it, Pulchra will notice how nervous she is as they go through places like Sixth Street and Lumina Square.
Liv will insist that she doesn't need anything fancy such as a fur care day or mani-pedi. She'll say it's impractical and a waste of money, but at that point Pulchra will know what Liv really means: She doesn't think she'll live long enough to need one. That sentiment will become more apparent as time goes on, and Pulchra's desire to make up for lost time will push her to insist on treating Liv. Because it's Pulchra, Liv will give it a shot. This will in turn lead to Liv...living a little more. One spa day will change her life.
Liv will say she doesn't care for gossip, but her ears perk up every time Pulchra shares anything about Wise, Belle, the Sons of Calydon, or anything else. Liv, in her near deadpan voice, will ask for juicy details, and unlike Wise, she doesn't have to pay for Pulchra's info.
Now, onto Mortym:
Mortym is insecure about his state as a sphynx, being hairless. I don't know if Pulchra will outwardly say she's not interested in him partly because of that, but it will be in his mind regardless. Little does he know that Liv thinks his pink, hairless skin is really hot, wrinkles notwithstanding.
Mortym fears even touching Liv accidentally, thinking he'll lose a hand or worse if that were to happen. However, when that does happen, Liv just goes silent, and her mask hides how red her face gets. She realizes just how attracted she is to him and goes into an almost tsundere-like internal panic. Fortunately, she doesn't act aggressively towards those she likes.
Mortym sees Liv's alcoholism, aggressive survivalism, and harshness and thinks, "I can fix her." Liv sees Mortym's attempts at humor to mask his insecurities and harsh luck in the city and thinks, "I can fix him." Their mutual desire to improve the other's life makes for a surprisingly wholesome relationship.
hands grazing while reaching for the same object (Mortym to Liv)
She still preferred her whiskey and cola, but the mojitos Mortym recommended weren't too bad. There was some downtime after a commission, and Liv decided to get drinks with the other Thiren to unwind.
She and Mortym both reached for the bottle at the same time, the two of them sitting across from each other. Mortym's hand felt dry and wrinkly, while Liv's would have felt rough and cracked.
The corruption cracks and her mask hid the slight blush that appeared on her face. Her tail flicked as she refused to look Mortym in the eye for a brief moment.
☎ for Liv with Mortym and Pulchra. Also, for Colette with Lycaon.
NAME: Mortym
RINGTONE: Her default tone, the theme song from "A Fistful of Dennies"
PICTURE: His Knock Knock profile that you drew
LAST TEXT RECEIVED: Uh...no need to be so extreme... 😩
LAST TEXT SENT: If the investigation goes sideways at all. Tell me. I'll take care of it.
NAME: Pulchra
RINGTONE: Default one, see above
PICTURE: Her Knock Knock profile
LAST TEXT RECEIVED: I won't. I promise.
LAST TEXT SENT: Don't leave me hanging again.
NAME: Lies Embrace Calls
RINGTONE: Werewolves of London theme song
PICTURE: Lycaon wearing an apron as he cooks in the kitchen
LAST TEXT RECEIVED: We've gotten complaints about etiquette from one of your clients. Would you happen to know why?
LAST TEXT SENT: 🤔
@infinitcnexus
@dimensionhoppinghybrids (Bellum) || continued from x
"Well, um, JoJo and I were in the middle of a commission when we happened to bump into you taking down Ethereals left and right like it was nothing," Mortym replied, his voice carrying that distinct casual Outer Ringer drawl despite his warranted wariness. "We just wanted to check and see if you need any help getting out of the Hollow. Plain and simple."
"And just for the record, my actual name's Jordan," the Tiger Thiren added, having walked out of his hiding spot and joined the smaller feline Thiren's side, one hand slipped inside his longcoat's pocket. "Only a few people are allowed to call me JoJo."