[Closed] April Catchall

[finesseblade]

Who: Felix + Various
When: Throughout April
Where: Throughout Aefenglom, and a little Dorchacht too
What: Quests, Events, and Shenanigans!
Warnings: Maybe a little blood, a little body horror, all kinds of fun stuff

If you'd like to plot something for this month please pm me or contact me at ruddyowls

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[ Everything's going fine, everything's going great, right up until the last—and then she goes for the neck. Felix fails to anticipate the sudden, powerful flare of instinctive tension that flares in him. Get away, don't touch.

It's his neck, soft, vulnerable flesh easily torn open by tooth or by blade, and he must never expose it to anyone he does not trust implicitly. So says the law written deeper into the psyche of the beast than any human logic can overcome, especially now, with the pull of the Sisters coursing through him—

Get away. Don't touch.

Again, his lips pull back from his teeth, a warning growl issuing from within his throat, and this time, he snags her tiny wrist with a great, clawed paw-hand.

Does he trust her? Maybe Felix does. It's a little harder for the wolf. ]

[seemstressed]

<sub>[It'd be a lie to say that Tataru wasn't suddenly frightened by the low growl and the baring of sharp teeth - she is. It doesn't help that the sudden grab of her wrist has her freezing in place, like prey would in the presence of a predator. It doesn't last for long though, but she doesn't make any sudden movements either. Instead she begins to hum a melody, the tone pitched high but sweet to one's ears.

He's tense and she can feel it through the fingers that are wrapped around her wrist but she doesn't go to pry them away. Once he relaxes a bit she's sure he'll release her. It'll be okay. He may not trust her, but she trusts him.

Even if her little heart is racing.]</sub>

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[ Song? That's the last thing he expects, and the last thing that should matter to him right now, but maybe it's the sudden strangeness of it that snags his attention and holds it fast.

His ears prick forward, quivering on end, and for a moment, everything goes still. The wolf doesn't remember this song, but Felix does—the one about the lovers, and the knights, and a thousand-year war built on lies and treachery. It's a nice song. Stupid, sentimental, he'd say if anyone else asked him, if he were capable of words right now.

But he'd be lying if he said it didn't make him feel anything. It's a familiar story, even if the details are different.

Slowly—so slowly, his grip on her wrist loosens, until his claws slip away and drop into his lap again.

Felix cranes his neck forward, snuffling at the top of her head carefully, a puff of air from his nostrils ruffling her hair—and then he whines apologetically, easier than words right now, and his scratchy pink tongue darts out to give her a lick on the forehead. Sorry about the dog slobber. And the cowlick. But he hopes the sentiment comes through. ]

[seemstressed]

_{[She's going to have to start making a list of people who've licked, slobbered or bit her the longer she stays in Aefenglom. For now though, as gross as it is to have a wolf tongue wet her forehead and make her bangs stick up at a ridiculous angle, she lets it slide. Even after he lets go of her wrist she doesn't stop humming, quickly moving to take the opportunity presented to measure his throat. A second later and she's pulling the measuring tape away. All done. Finished.]}

There you are, Felix. All done now.

_{[She has enough confidence left in her that she dares to raise up one of her little hands to pat his muzzle, giving him a gentle stroke between his ears.]}

That wasn't so bad.

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[ He'll have the presence of mind later to be humiliated about having slobbered all over the top of her head, but right now, he's all wolf, and it seems only natural.

As does what happens next, which is that he ducks his head for scritches, and his tail starts to thump-thump against the cobblestones. ]

It was— [ He makes a grumbling noise, not really a growl, shaking his head, ] precarious. I'm sorry. But I respect your courage.

[seemstressed]

No need to fret now. It's all fine.

_{[Okay, she honestly can't help but laugh lightly when she hears his tail start to go and his head lowers for her to gain better access to the top. Little hands work their magic as she smooths her palms over the top of of his head, flattening his ears and scratching behind them.]}

Glad you realize how brave a little Lalafell lady can be!

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[ Felix laughs—really more a grumbly puff of air than a laugh—and reaches out to paw the tuft of hair he licked stick-straight upward flat. He really is sorry about that. ]

Under the circumstances? Braver than most.

[ She's no powerful warrior (not yet, anyway) and her size puts her at a disadvantage, but she took the leap anyway, and he's grateful for that.

He lets her pet him for a moment longer—still making gruff little barking noises every time she finds some sweet spot just behind his ears—before slumping down onto the cobblestones, paws folded beneath his chin. ]

I won't trouble you any longer. I'm sure it's been a trying evening... you're free to go. Just lock the door behind you.

[seemstressed]

_{[It's alright. She'll wash her hair and she'll be as right as rain. A bit of slobber is something she can deal with well enough. As he slumps down she follows him, kneeling before his head as her hands still smooth fur down and ears are scratched accordingly.]}

Alright. I'll be off to wash my hair then.

_{[A few more little scritches and she gives him a solid pat on his head before sticking her measuring tape and notebook back into her pockets.]}

You be well, okay? Tell me how you are once this has come to pass and I'll show you what designs I've come up with in the meantime.

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[ Felix grunts in response, one golden eye lazily following her movements. ]

Mmhm. I will.

[ He yawns, baring teeth briefly, thankfully not in a threat display this time. Both eyes flutter shut then, ears falling flat and relaxed.

He'll be fine. He handled this... as well as can be expected. ]

I look forward to seeing what you come up with. Goodnight, Tataru.

[ This will go on to be the first night he actually manages to sleep off most of his shift, and maybe it's a little bit her doing. ]