it's 2am and i took 17 shots of vodka trying to forget your name
but the only name i forgot was mine. and sober —
The warmth and love that spreads through the bond is both relieving and appreciative to Kiada – who’d gone so long without that additional touch, that additional assurance that having these feelings ensure more than just words. It ran so much deeper and she feels every second of it, relishes in it, as she stands still in the shade while he inspects her in this form. It’s a good thing he’s much bigger than she is, otherwise the sun when they move to walk would likely cause quite the predicament.
I love you too, Chuy. She murmurs, offering a breathy snort from her fuzzy, velveteen maw – craning her neck to nip at his own neck, at his shoulder – wherever she could reach. She lets the warmth and love spread over her until she feels warm to the brim with it - like when she shifts back she might still feel the lingering effects of it all.
Even in this shift she can feel how cold it is outside, breath pouring through her nose as she readjusts where she stands so Chuy can take the brunt of the sunlight, waiting for him to lead the way so she can remain in his shadow. Thank you. She pulses her gratitude for it toward him while they begin the trek down the snowy streets.
We absolutely should! If there was a mental equivalent of a gasp, now would be it as she contemplates the plans, trying to figure out just how they’d go about it. What kind of things to bring, how to ensure some rogue Ursurs wouldn’t come and ruin their evening. It sounded lovely, though, and it’s just one of the many things she focuses on during the walk. And Torchline, too. She adds perhaps a bit cheekily.
I love you too, Chuy. She murmurs, offering a breathy snort from her fuzzy, velveteen maw – craning her neck to nip at his own neck, at his shoulder – wherever she could reach. She lets the warmth and love spread over her until she feels warm to the brim with it - like when she shifts back she might still feel the lingering effects of it all.
Even in this shift she can feel how cold it is outside, breath pouring through her nose as she readjusts where she stands so Chuy can take the brunt of the sunlight, waiting for him to lead the way so she can remain in his shadow. Thank you. She pulses her gratitude for it toward him while they begin the trek down the snowy streets.
We absolutely should! If there was a mental equivalent of a gasp, now would be it as she contemplates the plans, trying to figure out just how they’d go about it. What kind of things to bring, how to ensure some rogue Ursurs wouldn’t come and ruin their evening. It sounded lovely, though, and it’s just one of the many things she focuses on during the walk. And Torchline, too. She adds perhaps a bit cheekily.
— or drunk, you're the only thing on my mind
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
