heyheyhey mind if I can have a cuddling with netzach scenario? thanks! -the previous netzach and laetitia anon (I'll just refer to myself as 🦷! I really like your writing!)
Hello 🦷 anon! (Tooth anon? Teeth anon? Molar anon? Your pick). Thank you for the feedback, and you may absolutely have a scenario. I will say I’m starting to notice a pattern in interests of cuddling with the requests I've gotten, not complaining though.
Cuddling with Netzach Scenario:
It was another lazy day, and you were just dragging yourself around and sorting books into their appropriate places on the shelves. Even the receptions today were sort of mundane, as awful as that might be to say about life threatening battles. There wasn’t really any dramatic story or perspective you got to hear from Angela or Roland beforehand, and they went by swiftly.
The people seemed just like any other person in the city. No syndicates, no association members, no nothing. Just your regular employees of a fixer office trying to get by, unfortunately they didn’t seem to fare too well on that part.
It’s not like you could really blame it on the weather, considering there is no weather in the library. Maybe you could say the air was stuffy and that’s your excuse for slacking so much? Who knows, it’s just a pretty casual day which is almost a bit unsettling given the often eventful experiences of the library.
“Slow day, huh?” A voice piped up from behind you. It successfully caught your attention and you turned around to see your patron librarian, Netzach. You didn’t know he was there, but he has been one to unintentionally sneak around a bit.. So long as he doesn’t stumble into anything. Not like it’s anything too alarming.
You glance down at the book that’s in your hands, the words feel as though they mesh together and it’s just creating a mess in your brain. All you see are walls of text, and it’s straining you especially when you’re supposed to be making progress.
“Yeah, I guess my heads just really foggy right now. Makes it a bit of a nightmare to focus.” You didn’t mean to complain much as it really wasn’t too big of a deal, but you knew he’d understand especially with his own distaste of the job.
You slipped in a bookmark and set it onto one of the tables of the floor of art, the one where he sat, backwards in a chair. Rubbing your face with your hands you mutter, “Maybe I just need a cold glass of water, something to wake me up a bit.”
“..Why not just fall asleep?” Well he makes it sound a lot more simple of a choice. Problem is, you don’t really know how happy Angela would be for you abandoning your tasks altogether.
For this reason you’re a bit unsure about his proposal. “As tantalizing an idea that is, I don’t want to end up overwhelmed with work. I have no idea what the future holds, and that might include a stack of books to sort. I just gotta get through it now.” You say those words, but the idea of ‘getting through it now’ seems a bit impossible with the rate you’re going at.
His eyes watch you, head propped up by his arm on the back of the chair. “Eh, it’ll be fine. I mean, it was you who told me that it’s important not to push yourself too hard when you’re not feeling it, right? Why wouldn’t the same apply to you?” His offer started to sound more and more reasonable, and you were growing convinced.
It wasn’t the end of it however, “Plus it’s not like the books are anything too complicated and there aren’t too many… dealing with them at a later time shouldn’t strain you too bad. And if it does, I’ll help.” While Netzach trying to convince you to procrastinate isn’t usually the best in most cases, he did bring up a good point.
With a sigh you roll your shoulders back and stretch, “Alright, alright. I give in. Are you coming with me or am I gonna be all alone?” It was a useless question to ask, especially when you already knew the answer. It’s not like he was ever going to miss out on an excuse to get out of work, let alone if it means spending time with you.
“...You already know the answer to that.”
The two of you were left to retreat to the room you shared, kicking off your shoes and settling down into the comfortable bed. It wasn’t super firm, but it wasn’t so soft you were endlessly sinking into it either. Rather it was a good balance between the two.
Not a moment passed before he collapsed besides you, quickly wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer. He’s always been quite physically affectionate, and it doesn’t matter which way he sleeps either. Whether he’s on his back, sideways, or face down in a pillow he’ll always attempt to be in contact with you.
He’s facing towards you, eyes shut and his legs slightly bent rather than just being straightened out. There’s this vague murmuring that comes out of his mouth, and when you ask what he says all he does is pull you closer as he places his head on your shoulder.
“Even though this is meant to be my rest, something tells me you’ll be out of it quicker than I am.” You lightheartedly comment. Your hand reaches up to his hair, where you begin softly brushing it through. “Mind if I take out the tie?”
“Sure.” With the words of confirmation, you carefully take out the hair tie, making it much more comfortable and easier to play with his hair without making it a mess. Not really like Netzach would care if it was a mess, it’s not as though his appearance is his biggest concern.
Still, it removes the risk of discomfort that comes with the possibility of accidentally pulling hair strands. It’s a bit surreal to see him with his hair down, especially when it always seems to be up. You brush some strands out of his face and decide to ask a question as you prop yourself up on a pillow.
“You look really nice when your hair isn’t all put up, is there a reason why you never let it down?” It could totally be up to personal preference, it’s not like you’re really someone who’s going to dictate another’s look anyways.
“...Gets all over the place. Having it up also means less effort for a cleaner look.” Alright well you should probably have expected that second part there. He really does go down the path of what’s the most convenient. I mean it’s good to not make things harder on yourself if they don’t need to be?
Still, you decide to tease him a bit, “You know if you have such trouble with brushing your hair in the mornings you can always ask me.” You finally sink down from the propped up position you were in, moving the arm that combed through his hair to rest around his neck.
“Depends how early I’d have to get up. But I mean if you really wanted to, it'd be too difficult to say no.” Now that’s an opportunity you aren’t about to pass up. You hummed in conformation before slowly shutting your own eyes.
“I’m about to drift off now, love you. Don’t be too stubborn and keep me stuck here when I need to get up though, okay?” You notified him. You did come here for a rest after all, and as much as you love talking with him it’s still important you fulfill your original intention.
“..No promises.” He quietly spoke with a half-awake tone, nuzzling further into your shoulder. “Love you too.”