#zhulxng

[plxstiic]

☼ --- “That sounded an awful lot like a threat over a dumb little joke. No need to get  s n i p p y , dragon bitch.” --Snrk.

[wickedley-blog]

@ chase

[wickedley-blog]

        ` YOU CAN’T POSSIBLY only have these pretty little kitties to keep me company while you’re away. `

        ` come now, chase, let me have my fun in your absence. at worst, only one major city will be destroyed! ... maybe. `

[bxygenius]

        ` hey, hey! `

        he leans in and taps his lips twice.

        ` please? `

[bxygenius]

HEY YAAAA HEY YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA MY BOYFRIEND'S BACK

[bxygenius]

[ecriivain]

Just for tonight.

                                 the stranger named chase young had been so                                 gracious and generous as to offer the writer a                                 bed during his stay at the citadel. he found it                                 quite uncharacteristic for the man, but said                                 nothing of it. he was grateful to have a place                                 to sleep that did not require payment, and                                 chase treated him like one of his own cats --                                 though with more respect than you would                                 usually see chase giving those ferocious                                 creatures.

                                             without his typewriter, he's forced to sleep early.                                             it's difficult, with a million thoughts, worlds, and                                             characters floating through your head into a distant                                             cacophony. he dips his head beneath his arm,                                             burrowing deeper beneath the blankets until they're                                             up to his shoulders. tired eyes peer through the                                             dark easily. and what he sees is something he's                                             sure was not there moments before.

                                 a great, hulking lizard, much larger than he,                                 colored green and black and tan with familiar                                 amber eyes. the writer sits up, reaches towards                                 the lamp, but a clawed hand grabs his arm so                                 fast and tight it almost snaps. his breath hitches                                 and he comes eye-to-eye with the beast, who then                                 speaks in a voice that the writer knows.

                                              and in response the cat can only give a tired smile.                                              something sad is swimming in those eyes, some-                                              thing exhausted, and he can see a litter of bruises                                              and cuts along his body as if he just survived a thor-                                              ough beating. the lizard crawls over him and onto                                              the open part of the bed, curling up into a tight ball.                                              the writer gives chase a consoling pat on his hide.

[bxygenius]

                              ' hey, chase. i learned today that ducks have                               corkscrew penises. i dunno, thought i'd share.                               carry on. '