bluediligence | Snek - Chocoro Session 2

[ —WHUFFS ]

Yeah, that's the mood, isn't it.

[ daffodils? ]

The daffodils feel like Cat cream ... and a little like someone struggling along a new path, pressing on despite doubt and adversity. Hope. Gratitude. Forgiveness. Newfound resilience.

Also there is a blossoming plum tree that I keep forgetting to highlight.

[ WHY did she not do the flowers individually like this to begin with, jeez. okay. cream = daffodils and maybe perseverance, among other things.

finally time for the plum tree, which she rears up to stick her face into the foliage and blossoms of. ]

Feels like goldenrod, uncertainty, loneliness, hope, love, and courage!

[ loneliness...

rubs her face briefly against the bark of the trunk, eyes the not-sunflower...

no, actually. maybe once she's gotten her shit a little more back together. slinking inside the castleage ]

You step inside the cottage … castle … train station?? With cats? Everywhere? There are so many cats in here. So many.

The walls and floor of the common area are bare stone. There's a couch, at least, and … a single piece of wood from a very, very broken chair on the floor? The rest of it has been tossed into the otherwise empty fireplace that dominates one of the walls.

A cabinet is tucked away into one of the corners, with a set of drawers next to it – there's an old-timey radio on top, and a faded, peeling sheet of paper just barely hanging onto the wall above it. In another corner is a large, strange glass cylinder.

To your left is a wooden door ... which might still be open, because! Guess what! Donnie's in there!

What the fuck.

[ why are there animals everywhere. are they pests? should they be here? MAKING A VAGUELY GRUMPY CANINE NOISE AS SHE SIDE-EYES THEM only to trail off into a startled rrroo?! because that door sure is open, huh ]

One of the cats — a very, very fluffy white beauty with brilliant green eyes — rolls over and makes AIR KNEADY paws at her

Mew? Mew?

[Wait, that noise isn't cats.]

[Pokes head out of door]

....

[There is staring for several beats because there has been a lot of engage disengage with his emotions due to the Trauma(tm)]

[Also he's in a cute if bloody schoolgirl skirt and a hoody with cartoon dessert choco korones on it.]

Eve.

[Nope, there are tears, It's Been A Fucking Day]

EVE!

[THEN LAUNCHES HIMSELF AT HER.]

[And kiss her as hard as he can with the snoot.]

[ oh shit oh shit oh shit— rearing right up so she can catch him over the shoulders with her forelegs and reel him in ]

Don—

[ oh never mind kissing is happening. WHINING AGAINST HIS MOUTH INSTEAD, mostly on the eager side but with a faintly upset edge— she hasn't had as much of a Day as Donnie (...yet), but she's been ten kinds of worried and it is good to see him in one piece ]

[He's in one piece Right Now.]

[An hour ago....well]

[He is going to cling to her, kissing her hard for several long moments and then going to pepper her in a whole lot more kisses.]

[While crying.]

[He's a mess.]

[ time to wrap this turtle up, settling herself in protective coils around him as she nuzzles back into the kisses and does her best to ignore the urge to lick the tears off of his face. the whining scales up into a full-on low drone, what would be the beginning of a howl if she cut loose—I'm here, I'm here, I'm here— ]

It's me, I'm here, I've got you—

You're back, you're real.

[Kiss kiss kiss, clinging and nuzzlibg because hoody's always make contact easier, even while stressed and honestly the pressure of coils is enough compression to Help.]

It's you.

[ raspy ]

Yeah. Yeah. Fuck, can I— can I do the mouth grab thing. Your shoulder or something'd work too, I just gotta—

[ helplessly opening and closing her mouth. LOVE IS STORED IN THE MUZZLEGRAB AND SHE HAS SO MUCH OF IT RIGHT NOW, ]

[The thousand yard stare that just got]

Teeth over plastron and battleshell, not skin.

[He does not want to encourage the trauma, But Also It Just Happened.]

[ ... fuck.

she's tempted to backpedal, but— she trusts him to tell her when he can't handle something, and part of the shape of that trust also comes in not wanting to cast doubt on what he's capable of. ]

Okay. Sorry if the timing's shit.

[ she keeps her fangs folded back entirely, and very carefully only holds shell with maybe the force she'd use to pick up a real egg. it's enough that some of the tension leaves the set of her ears and the skin around her eyes, and she lets go after that. ]

...thanks.

Not your fault.

[He doesn't want to be afraid of this. He doesn't want Another Goddamn Touch Issue.]

[He certainly doesn't want to give up biting.]

[It helps, in a way, that part of biting IS the trust that the mate won't make him a meal.]

[His hand holds onto some of her fur, the other running over the back of her head. Taking deep, shuddering breaths.]

It's you. It's Eve. [Chirping faintly, her version of mate.]

[There is a sigh when she lets go.]

More of it later. Just. Later. I want to work through...stuff.

I don't want to give up your version of affection.

[ croons and nuzzles at his cheek again. she is memorizing that sound. ]

We'll figure it out. You've got it other ways until then.

[He nods.] It's not you.

I just-

[A hard shudder and he clings tighter.]

A conversation. For later. Not now. It's a bad idea right now.

[ wrapping him up a little more securely, but shifting so that he can still get out easily enough. just in case. ]

Later's fine. Whatever you need. And— I figured. It's okay.

[He nods and curls more against her, into the coils. Take a few minutes to just breathe and assure himself she was there.]

I'm glad you're back.

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