And one more piece I did with Lith n Faeryn, because I like to make my Faves Very Sad. And I like their shared sadness a lot. Two touch-starved creatures whom I love very much. I'll make them happy at some point! But that's not today bc I already posted the happy one oops. Under a read more again because this one is a touch longer.
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Lith noticed that Faeryn would, more often than not, become preoccupied with their hands after a certain amount of sapwine had been consumed. Even a single glass would have Faeryn closing the distance between them, until Lith could feel the warmth of the other man’s body pressing gently against them. The purring that inevitably emanated from Faeryn’s throat added a sense of comfort now that Lith was used to the sound; it even almost sounded like an organic engine. Faeryn’s soft white tail oftentimes curled around either one of Lith’s arms or one of their legs, adding another small layer of warmth.
And then their hands. Faeryn would take one hand and press it between his own, then exert gentle pressure on each finger. The warmth traveled up Lith’s arm, soaked gently underneath their skin.
On this occasion, Faeryn seemed more dejected than happy; his ears drooped more than usual, and his eyes—normally happily bright with drink—were downcast and darkened.
Lith didn’t like it. They didn’t like it because they didn’t know what to do about it. And so they remained silent. They gave Faeryn’s hand a squeeze, and that seemed to inject some life into him. It heartened Lith slightly, knowing that some action they’d performed had had some positive effect on the man they tentatively considered their friend.
Perhaps Faeryn didn’t just snuggle close and toy with Lith’s hands because he was bored or the actions fascinated him.
Perhaps Faeryn was just as lonely as Lith was, and was just as starving for those gentle, warm touches.
Did it make Lith a bad person—a bad friend—if they wished for that?
Probably.
But it didn’t change the fact that Lith did because it would go some way to assuaging their own bone-deep loneliness.
Faeryn blinked a few times before focusing his gaze on Lith. A small, self-deprecating smile twitched at Faeryn’s lips, and Lith’s stomach twisted at the expression; they knew what that felt like. They knew that whatever Faeryn was about to ask for, he felt like he didn’t deserve it.
“H-Hey, Lith, um…” Faeryn nervously toyed with Lith’s fingers. His hands shook. “D’ya mind if— D’ya think I— May I hug you?”
All four of Lith’s eyes went to Faeryn’s face. Their friend wasn’t looking at them, but Lith heard the anxiety in their voice without needing to see it in their eyes. Lith didn’t know how to answer—“Yes” was locked inside their throat, the desperation for the contact choked the word—so instead they gave Faeryn’s hand another squeeze and then clambered into their lap.
They sat on Curiosity’s floor, safely ensconced within its sturdy walls, nestled in the nook where Lith’s suit hung.
Faeryn shifted and adjusted automatically to the lapful of Hearthian. His tail unwound from Lith’s leg, only to instead drape across Lith’s hips when they settled. Their legs intertwined with Faeryn’s, and Lith felt the man’s rabbiting heartbeat against his back. It calmed slightly once the shock of Lith’s acquiescence fully settled.
The man wrapped one arm around Lith’s waist while the other settled over one of Lith’s hands. Lith turned the hand to face Faeryn’s and clasped it. They gave a firm, heartening squeeze, and that simple action drew a watery chuckle from Faeryn’s throat.
Faeryn nestled his head in the crook of Lith’s neck, and they felt the rumbling, vibrating purr against his shoulder and back. The sensation was calming, warm—safe, and Lith allowed the warmth to seep into them.
It was obvious that Faeryn needed the touch as much as Lith did. They sank into one another as if they were both starving, basking in each other’s warmth within the safety of Curiosity’s own embrace.
imagine ur old gf trying to figure out technology 😓 shes so bad at everything, she can't even call u without messing up somehow
but she's such a clueless sweetie how can u be mad at her?
u explain everything patiently over and over again to her, occasionally giggling to urself about how stupid she becomes when it comes to modern technology 💔
she gets annoyed at u making fun of her though so after another failed attempt of hers to text properly and u giggling yet again, she throws the phone behind her on the bed and grabs u by the waist to pin u down onto the bed and show u something she's an expert at
now who's the clueless one? u clearly after she's fucked u stupid and all u can do is moan her name and drool 💕💕
- 🫐 anon
Cackling because I’m imagining you sending your older gf a nude via text, and when she receives it at work, she’s absolutely flabbergasted because she had no idea you could send naked pictures through text.
I can imagine her not really knowing much about taking photos in general, so when she tries to send you a nude back in the bathroom, all you recieve is a weird-looking selfie of her because she forgot to switch the camera around 😭😭 she meant to send you a picture of her pussy/dick, not her face…
If you bully her over text though for not knowing how to take a proper nude (jokingly, ofc) I can see her getting mad and driving home to fuck you angrily. Sure this old geezer doesn’t understand sexting and nudes, but she does understand that she could make you a babbling, drooling mess the moment she gets home <3
