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Duskhill - Window Seat Bedroom


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window seat (BEDROOMS)

The Window Seat Bedroom is one of only three bedrooms located on the second floor of the main estate, and sits at the center of the hallway in between the Master Bedroom and another Furnished Bedroom.  The room was once used as a storage room, but most of the clutter has been moved elsewhere leaving it sparsely furnished with a dresser, a couple of shelves, and small wash basin. There's no bed, but the window seat has a cushion and blanket making it a cozy sleeping nook.

The room looks rarely used by its current occupant, but if one were to enter on different days, they might notice random items moved or slightly out of place.  Strangely, the door always seems to be locked and the window always open...

TOM-CAT: Kiana Beach Battle (3/3) - ☆Try Again - ★Powder Keg - Soft,soft - ★Stupid Little Tom-Cat - ★Miiya & Cat-Tom - ★Sparring - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - Stolen Kiss - ☆Not Cheshire - Returning to Her - ★Baths & Comfort - ☆Wings, Tails, & Love - ☆Cave Storms - Climbing the Walls - ★1st Kiss - ★Makeouts & Memories -★Laughter & Kisses
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Sensing Death - ★Kissing Fate 2/2 - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Precipice - Entering the Hedge Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Into the Aegis - Button Pressing - Thunder & Honey
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RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[Chatte]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
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[ ☆ = favorite / ★= extra fave]


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The Great Tipsu Hunt 🪶

(Are you snooping, Teleskela?)

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No tipsu herrrre, Teleskela.                                                                          I admirrre yourrr perrrsistance, Teleskela.(Keep looking forrr tipsu)                                                                                    

                                                                                                          

   You'rrre getting colderrr...no tipsu                                                                                                                                  

                                                                                                                                   My favorrrite colorrr is BLUE. What's yourrrs? (No tipsu!)

                                                              

                          You'rrre cold, no tipsu...:(

 

                                             You'rrre getting lukewarm...I'm a rrreally good hiderrr -- just sayin'

                                                              

                                                                                                *there's a picture of a crudely drawn cartoon bird with

                                                                                                   a speech bubble that says: *TWEET* You'rrre tipsu is not herrre! *TWEET*

 

 

                                                                                                                                            You'rrre getting warrrmerrr! *tweet tweet*

 

                                                                                                   

   Haven't given up yet? Still no tipsu...:(

                                                                                                                                    Don't burrrn yourrrself -- you'rrre getting hot! Tipsu is nearrr!

 

 

             Yourrr tipsu is in anotherrr castle!                                                                                                                                                                                                           

                                                                                                            

 

                                                                                                                                     You'rrre getting closerrr to tipsu...<3

 

                                                                                                                                                       

         Does this mean I get to snoop in yourrr rrroom?     

 

   *a surprisingly good drawing

                                                                                                                               of little cartoon cat 

                                                                                                                                                     sleeping on a window sill. 

                                                                                                                                                            Zzz's float around a thought 

                                                                                                                                                            bubble that says* "I drrreamed I

                                                                                                                                                           had tipsu...then I woke up. 

                                                                                                                                                        And it was only a drrream.

                                                                                                                                                            (Sorry, Teleskela.     --TC <3)

                                                                                                                                               

"Rrroses arrre rrred,

Violets arrre blue,

No tipsu is herrre, 

Whateverrr to do?"

 

                                                                                                                                           The tipsu is a lie! (because it's not herrre)

                                                         It hurrrts me morrre to see you sad.

                                                                           Do you know that?  - TC

   

                                                                                                                                                            Knock, knock!             

                                                                                                                                 (Who's there?)

                                                                                                                                  Tip.

                                                                                                                                 (Tip who?)

                                                                                                                                 Not yourrr Tipsu!

                                                                                                                                                                                 

 I don't need you to rrremember me,

 I only need you not to forrrget me...                                                                                                                                                                                                       

                                       -TC 

                             

                                                                                                  Wanna starrrgaze in Shaarrrn? (w/me, obvs.)

                                                                                                         Maybe you'll even find yourrr tipsu. - TC

                         

                                                                                                                           

                                                                                                                                                                                                                     

                                                                     Teleskela, 

                                                                     I  don't kno how to say this   I hate sleep nightmarrres

                                                                     You'rrre the only perrrson I've slept in frrront of in yearrrs.

                                                                      It's the best sleep I've hadd in a verrry long time.  I don't know

                                                                      why I'm wrrriting this - you'll prrrobably neverrr find it.

                                                                      But I had to say it: Thank you.  - Tom <3

                                                                                                                                                                                                  Still no tipsu, but you have me...

                                                                                                           (Keep looking, Teleskela!)                                                                                

           I've always got yourrr back. Just not yourrr tipsu (Here) <3                         

                                                                                                                                               


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TOM-CAT: Kiana Beach Battle (3/3) - ☆Try Again - ★Powder Keg - Soft,soft - ★Stupid Little Tom-Cat - ★Miiya & Cat-Tom - ★Sparring - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - Stolen Kiss - ☆Not Cheshire - Returning to Her - ★Baths & Comfort - ☆Wings, Tails, & Love - ☆Cave Storms - Climbing the Walls - ★1st Kiss - ★Makeouts & Memories -★Laughter & Kisses
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Sensing Death - ★Kissing Fate 2/2 - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Precipice - Entering the Hedge Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Into the Aegis - Button Pressing - Thunder & Honey
───────────
RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[Chatte]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
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[ ☆ = favorite / ★= extra fave]


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Miiya

From: Duskhill Kitchen

Someone had apparently poured a heap of tawny feathers onto the window seat, then surrounded it with bits of parchment. Cryptic notes were charcoaled onto the confetti of papers. Writings like “Not here, Teleskela”, drawings of little birds chirping “try again!” or just “Really?” 

Oh, she’d thought she was sooo clever when she’d picked the simple indoor lock with some of Myrae’s hairpins, just like uncle Li had taught her. Miiya had snickered to herself as she rifled the drawers of the little room and run her fingers along the edges of gaps in the floorboards. Until she started finding Tom-Cat’s notes. After that, she didn’t feel so clever, anymore, but she was having a good time. It was nice to know you were thought of in your absence. Every note she found was written in a teasing tone, something she sometimes forgot Tom-Cat could do; be lighthearted. By the time she was done finding the easy ones (they were not all that easy) she had the inkling she and Tom were more than just friends. 

Each note, though, had left her wondering and wanting more. There were high places in the room with few handholds where surely no one would think to hide something. Dangling by one tenuously-gripped handhold, it was there that Miiya’s other fingers sussed out the edge of a scrap of paper wedged behind the crown molding. 

Wh-thud! Miiya had lost her grip and tumbled to the floor. Massaging an insulted elbow, she narrowed her eyes at the scrap of paper, now pulled halfway from its hiding place. “I’m gonna getcha!” 

It resulted in another--less painful--fall, but she retrieved the note and settled on the window seat to read it next to where she’d placed all the others. When she read this one her inkling became a full-on certainty. Spreading her wings wide so that she could lay on her back, she flopped onto the cushions, re-reading the note and smiling. Pulling the scrap of paper and her wings in close, she executed a barrel-roll of delight across the daybed, scattering the notes like so many paper tipsu, before coming to rest on her side.  

The notes, and a full stomach, and the warm feelings coming through a ethereal connection she did not really know was there, caused her to draw her feet up and fold her wings over herself, closing her eyes and giving little toe-kicks of delight.

She sorta forgot about finding her pinfeather and instead just settled deeper into the cushions, clutching that last note to her. Miiya had meant to keep looking. If he had written this, then imagine what else Tom might have hidden! However, after the long day this was feeling like pretty much the perfect time to just sit and listen to the chiming waterfalls of the travertine pools and the muted hissing of the steam geysers. This lulled Miiya first into a pleasant torpor, and then into peaceful slumber.


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TOM CAT

A Felonious Feline

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“If the pull of the outside world is strong, there is also a pull towards the human. The cat may disappear on its own errands, but sooner or later, it returns once again for a little while, to greet us with its own type of love.”

 – Lloyd Alexander


[OOC: from downstairs at the Hidden Estate of Duskhill]

 

After Tom-Cat hadn’t found Miiya in her room, he knew where he’d find her: his room.  By all means, this should have annoyed him, but he found himself more pleased than anything…and the slightest bit nervous.  He knew that he wrote those notes, ostensibly so she’d find them.  He just didn’t think she’d actually do it and snoop in his room.  He pauses outside of the door, silently berating himself for being too honest in some of the notes he left.  If she found that note, well, he supposes he’s screwed, because  there’s no way to mistake his feelings once she reads that note.  

Why the hell had he even written it?  He doesn’t know.  That’s a lie, he knew what he was doing.  Some sick, sadistic part of him just needed to have it out there in the open, because it felt dishonest to not “say” something.  (He’s going to ignore the part where he was too cowardly to actually say anything to her, face-to-face.)  Anyway, Tom-Cat had discovered that he was having a hard time keeping his emotions regarding the Aeros bottled up as per usual. He sighs and rests his forehead against the door for a moment.  He is deeply pathetic.  Still, if she did find that note – plus all the others – he’ll be impressed.  He spent a little time wedging scraps of paper into the most obscure corners of the room, so if she managed to find even half of what he’s hidden, then good on her.   Tom-Cat takes a deep breath, quietly turns the knob, and eases the door open. 

He stops dead in his tracks, as the sight before him hits him like a sucker punch.

Miiya is curled up in the window seat that he’s been using as a bed, folded up in her wings and sleeping peacefully, occasionally giving little toe-twitches.  And surrounding her are scraps of paper.   Lots of them.  Kwesh, it looks like she found pretty much all of them.  Tom-Cat’s eyes drift up to the crown molding along one the walls.  He can’t tell if the notes he stuck up there are still in their hiding spots or if they’ve been sussed out.  When he looks back to the sleeping Aeros, he decides it doesn’t matter.  

An increasingly familiar feeling comes over him as he pads silently into the room.  It’s warmth and…what? Fondness? Affection? Yes. Tikegh? N-no, he doesn’t think so…  The catboy shies away from the word as if it might bite him.  It really doesn’t warrant pondering, because he’s not – they’re not – there yet, and truthfully may never get there, regardless. Kwesh! It’s difficult enough to imagine anyone besides Cheshire and Chatte feeling that way about him – for him – because people like him don’t deserve it. 

 In his lowest moments, Tom-Cat sometimes wonders why his own brothers even bother with him, questioning whether or not they actually care or if they only pretend to out of some kind of misplaced sense of familial obligation.  He always feels like the biggest kar when he imagines how hurt Cheshire would be if he knew that Tom-Cat not only had those thoughts, but also that he sometimes wonders if it’s true, or that he might honestly doubt the sincerity of how much Cheshire cares.  It doesn't stop the self-loathing and sense of general worthlessness from lurking , ever-present, in the back of his mind.  Still, Tom-Cat hates seeing his brother distressed, because Cheshire’s genuine expression of hurt and grief is mournful enough to make even Chatte feel bad.  

Case and point: Tom-Cat will never forget the sight of Chatte in an apron with flour smudged on his face, fretting – actually fretting – as he failed rather spectacularly at his second attempt to bake a cake for Cheshire, after the pair had gotten into an argument that ended when Cheshire gave Chatte such a intensely sad look, it was  as if the latter had shattered part of his soul.  He could tell that Chatte was truly remorseful for whatever was said between them, and neither he nor Cheshire have ever mentioned that particular fight, since. Eventually, Chatte finally managed to bake something edible for the fourth cake.  Granted, it was lopsided and there were tons of crumbs in the icing, but even Tom-Cat admits that it was worth it to see the look of sheer gratitude and delight on Cheshire’s face when Chatte presented it to him. 

Tom-Cat feels that too-soft smile turns his lips as he looks down at Miiya sleeping by the open window in a nest of paper scraps.  He doesn’t want to disturb her or wake her up, especially since it looks like she’s sleeping peacefully, free of stress or nightmares.  It’s that, more than anything, that fortifies his resolve to get the information he needs out of Faan, by any means possible.  He’ll try Cheshire’s way first, he'll try questions and pleasure, but if that fails, he’s prepared to go the opposite direction with it.   (Although, for both of their sakes, he hopes it doesn’t come to that.)  Tom-Cat exhales heavily, rubbing a spot between his eyes.  He hopes Miiya will remain in the relative safety of his room and sleep through all of it.   

He looks down when Miiya makes a small noise, her brow crimping in her sleep as her face goes tight.  He hesitates, then yields to the impulse and lightly perches at the edge of the window seat.  He reaches out to comfort her like he did in the Ice Caves, and gently smooths his thumb over the curve of her brow, his knuckles resting delicately against her cheek.  “Shh, nayka Teles Kelakela,” he soothes.  “You’rrre okay.  Peace, Teleskela,” he murmurs, ironing out the lines in her brow with the pad of his thumb. "Nothing is hurrrting you.”   Slowly, the tension recedes and Miiya relaxes, her face going slack as she once again sinks back into a strife-free sleep. 

He’s about to get up when he suddenly remembers something.  Tom-Cat carefully reaches over Miiya, mindful of her wings, and fishes around for something under one of the pillows, pulling out what he’s looking for, a moment later.  He quietly shakes out an oversized blue t-shirt that he’d stripped off, balled up, and shoved under his pillow one night, when it’d been too hot to sleep in, well, anything. He forgot all about it until now.  The catboy  gives it a perfunctory sniff and decides that it’s fine; as far as he can tell it’s not really dirty, or at least it’s not so offensively dirty that it stinks.  If anything, it just smells like him, and nobody's ever said he smells weird or anything, so it can’t be that bad.  Regardless, he drapes the shirt over Miiya like it’s a blanket and stands.  

He looks back once, then leaves his room just as silently as he entered, and locks the door with soft click! on his way out.

 

[OOC: down the hall to the Master Bedroom]

TOM-CAT: Kiana Beach Battle (3/3) - ☆Try Again - ★Powder Keg - Soft,soft - ★Stupid Little Tom-Cat - ★Miiya & Cat-Tom - ★Sparring - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - Stolen Kiss - ☆Not Cheshire - Returning to Her - ★Baths & Comfort - ☆Wings, Tails, & Love - ☆Cave Storms - Climbing the Walls - ★1st Kiss - ★Makeouts & Memories -★Laughter & Kisses
───────────
DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Sensing Death - ★Kissing Fate 2/2 - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Precipice - Entering the Hedge Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Into the Aegis - Button Pressing - Thunder & Honey
───────────
RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[Chatte]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
──────────────────
[ ☆ = favorite / ★= extra fave]


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Miiya

Oblivious to Tom-Cat’s visit and the other goings-on within Duskhill, Miiya managed a sleep that was not too restive. She was still too low. Every shallow breath of the thick air below sea-level was wrong. The loss of her wingtip and flight was still a raw trauma. Yet, she had a companion now. She smelled him in the fabric draped over her and felt him through the ethereal bond, and that was enough--just barely--to keep the nightmares from waking her. 

Tom-Cat’s distress, mirrored through the bond, etched her face, tightened her teeth and her fists. Amorphous nightmares of inadequacy, hurt, threat, and loss set her feathers to twitching. She curled on her side, scrunching the shirt laid over her into ball squeezed by unfeeling fingers. She missed Tom, wanted Tom, not just fabric and the faint scent of him.


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TOM CAT

A Felonious Feline

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“A cat has absolute emotional honesty: human beings, for one reason or another, may hide their feelings, but a cat does not.”

 – Ernest Hemingway


[OOC: sadhawtboi from the Estate Grounds – Bathing/Travertine Pools]

 

After Tom-Cat flees leaves the travertine pools (and Faan…and the unresolved aftermath of everything that went on between them) he has less than no inclination to see or speak with anyone, except for his Teleskela.  Some part of him needs to see her like breathing; he can’t think of anywhere else to go.  Nowhere else feels safe.  At any other time he’d be alarmed by the intensity of his thoughts, of his need to be close to her; his pathetic craving for whatever bit of comfort he can glean from the bond.  Later, he might remember the bone-deep surety he had that everything would be okay if he could just be near her; his bondmate.  

Maybe later, but not right then.

Because Tom-Cat is barely holding on to the last threads of his composure, his thoughts lacerated by jagged fissures which draw up fragments of trauma through hairline fractures that crack through the ossified layers of his past.  He can’t outrun the echoes of his own self-loathing, the faded reverberations of that malignant voice impressed in his mind like an infected abscess. 

He can’t outrun the words.  

He can’t outrun the truth. 

She’ll smell your worthlessness, little whore.  Nobody wanted you then – why should now be different? Scum.  Whore.  Worthless.  She’ll never want you. 

Tom-Cat can’t explain how poisonous the words are, the shape of them bites deep into the farthest recesses of his insecurity and drives splinters of doubt under his fingernails, an acute, needling sensation that slides between the layers of his distress.  He hates himself for asking it, for thinking it, but he can’t shake the idea that it might be true.  She looked at him in utter condemnation on the cliff.  He read it clearly then and he knows he wasn’t wrong: some part of her thinks he’s scum, a monster.  Some part of her is disgusted by him, of what he is, of who he is.  He saw the echo of that same hatred, that same censure, in her eyes not that long ago on the sparring field.  Her expression was carved into such a cold veneer as she demanded her tipsu, and for a moment – just a single moment – he read it in her gaze as clearly as if she’d spat it in his face: Scum.  

The memory stops him short outside of his door, heart pounding as he comes unraveled.  He leans back against the wooden frame for a moment, his head in his hands as he tries to hold it together.  What if it’s true?  His throat is tight and he wraps his tail around his leg for comfort. What if  Some part of her will always see him as below her, as worthless, as scum; as less than.  He can’t - he doesn’t - want to think about it, but once the thought is there, it’s hard to shake.  (A small voice inside of him, one that’s not steeped deep in the noxious fumes of self-hate and self-deprecation, tells him to trust the bond.) 

Tom-Cat exhales a shaky breath.  He’s teetering at the edge of an utter meltdown, but as he feels himself begin to spiral into an emotional freefall, he instinctively flings a proverbial arm out, seeking a hand…

…and he finds one.  Hers.  His mind is too fragmented for him to pick up anything clearly through the imprint, but he still gets a flash of strong yearning that resonates through their connection.  It cuts straight through the mire of his self-doubt and tells him one thing, unequivocally: she missed him and she wanted him.  

The catling’s ears straighten and his shoulders slump in relief.  Just that quick pulse of emotion he felt through the bond is like a balm on the frayed edge of his mind; it lessens the sharpness of his self-loathing, just a little.  It mutes the voice just a second, fades the crisp outline of the words etched into his mind, just for a moment. His hands are steady, though the needle-like splinters of insecurity remain, the keenness of his doubt has dulled significantly, because his Teleskela is reaching out for him, misses him, wants him.  And the pull of his bondmate is stronger than the insecurity entrenched within his hollow spaces.

Tom-Cat can’t keep from going to her, nor does he want to, and so he turns and enters the room, locking the door behind him.  

It’s difficult to explain the relief that washes over him, just being there, seeing her, knowing she’s safe.  He still feels too raw, still hears the voice of his self-loathing whispering venom into his veins, still feels a yawning hurt within his core from the serrated edge of past trauma, but it’s a little less.  Just being with his bondmate makes it all feel just a little more manageable.  He feels…safe.  There’s a sense of safety and comfort and relief.  It’s like coming h– 

Tom-Cat isn’t going to think about that too deeply.  Not right now.  He wants to go over and fall in next to her, but realizes that his shorts are soaking wet and the idea of sleeping on a damp mattress is entirely unappealing.  He pads silently over to the dresser and sees that it’s partially open – no doubt from when Miiya was rummaging around looking for her tipsu. The sight sketches a faint smile across his lips and he pulls out one of the pairs of black boxer-briefs that Cheshire gave him, and, not for the first time, marvels somewhat at the thick, breathable weave and unusual texture of the material. He’s looked everywhere, but he hasn’t been able to find the same material anywhere.  ‘Maybe in Shaarn,’ he thinks, as he takes off his wet shorts and slips into his boxers.  

Finally, Tom-Cat turns and goes over to Miiya who's ensconced in the window seat bed, and all at once he’s just exhausted.  Bone-deep weariness presses down on him, heavy and insistent as he sits slumped over at the edge of the bed for a moment.  His exhaustion makes the dam against the influx of earlier emotions difficult to hold back and hard to understand.  He can’t fight back the voice, usually buried a few layers down in his subconscious, from carving bloody words in his mind, a persistent reinforcement of his vile uselessness keeping his thoughts churning and his mind circling in a malicious feedback loop. 

Scum.  You don’t deserve this.  You don’t deserve her.  Such a whore.  Why do you want to sully her like this? That’s why you’re goddamn worthless.  So selfish, little whore. 

Stop,” Tom-Cat whispers, sounding wrecked and distressed.  “Jookan stop!” he says in a harsh whisper.  He releases a shuddering breath, his chest heaving, throat tight.  He scrubs his forearm across his eyes and blinks rapidly, clenching his jaw tight, as if he could swallow the words and make them less true.  Right then, Miiya twitches and the assassin pulls out of his self-destructive spiral to notice her clenched teeth and balled up fists.  

The need to comfort (give, take) his bondmate is instinctual.  Tom-Cat, simply acts without thought as he stretches out next to the Aeros and faces her, sighing a little at the immediate sense of peace that begins to wind around his bones.  He reaches out and slides a palm along the tight clench of Miiya’s jaw, brushing his thumb across the sweep of her cheek.  “I’m here, Teleskela,” he murmurs, curving closer without thinking.  He shifts a bit so that he can take each of her hands in his and gently presses out the tension of her clamped fingers, until she’s no longer digging crescents into her palms.  “Shh, rrrelax,” he soothes.  “I’m sorrrrrry I took so long to come back.”  To you. 

It feels like all of the tension rushes out of him at once and Tom-Cat releases an exhausted breath and drops her hands.  Miiya automatically clutches his bundled up shirt to her chest, pressing her face into the wrinkled fabric.  He pillows his head under his arm and he has to stop himself from curling around her like in the Ice Caves.  He settles for draping his tail over her waist and hooking his pinky through hers, where one of her hands rests, palm up, between them.  “Goodnight, Teleskela,” he says, the words barely audible as he starts to drift off.  His eyes are heavy and his eyelashes feel damp, but the malignant voice in his mind has been muted, somewhat. 

Soon enough, Tom-Cat falls into an uneasy sleep, his face tight and his brow furrowed.  

 

TOM-CAT: Kiana Beach Battle (3/3) - ☆Try Again - ★Powder Keg - Soft,soft - ★Stupid Little Tom-Cat - ★Miiya & Cat-Tom - ★Sparring - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - Stolen Kiss - ☆Not Cheshire - Returning to Her - ★Baths & Comfort - ☆Wings, Tails, & Love - ☆Cave Storms - Climbing the Walls - ★1st Kiss - ★Makeouts & Memories -★Laughter & Kisses
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Sensing Death - ★Kissing Fate 2/2 - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Precipice - Entering the Hedge Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Into the Aegis - Button Pressing - Thunder & Honey
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RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
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Tom-Cat’s arrival settled the aeros girl deeper into slumber, his presence sending her nightmares into retreat. During the night, she unconsciously extended a wing over the both of them. The furnace-like heat of Tom-Cat caused her feathers to louver, catching the cooling night breeze wafting in through the open window.

Miiya awoke to the strange bird?song of the underneath’s fungal forest and the soft glow of the day cycle of the luminous plants and mineral deposits.

Yay! Tom was back! 

Double-yay; she already had a wingover. 

It’s not creepy. She insisted to herself. I’m totally not feeling him up with my giant hundred-featherfinger hand. It was still a bright-eyed and wide-set smile to which Tom-Cat would eventually awake. The smile wasn’t any dimmer for Miiya having managed to, very carefully, secretly braid more than one of his mussy locks while he slept on.

Hiya!” Miiya whisper-chirped. “I found yer notes.” The smile became a grin that would only get wider if Tom-Cat seemed at all discomfited remembering just what he had written and hidden in the harder-to-reach parts of the room.

She twitched and squirmed just a little as the catboy’s discomfiture faded into something sadder, with remorseful words spoken while his fingers ghosted across the angry bruise at the base of her ribs.

Eek! That tickles!” Miiya giggled before trying to match his serious expression. “No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have freaked out...oh!” Miiya was taken aback at the sudden embrace in which she found herself. 

Woa. Was he that worried? Miiya hesitantly patted the back of the catboy. This is nice, but… what’s going on with you? She wondered, without knowing how to give voice to that question. Without knowing if she was ready to hear the answer. “It’s okay. I’m okay. I’m not hurt.” She said, not knowing just what she meant by that, or if her words had any relation to whatever was going on in Tom-Cat’s head.    

After a little while of closing her eyes and holding him in return, just enjoying being semi-crushed, she tried to lighten the mood with a more serious expression. Miiya folded her blanketing wing away. “But I am getting my tipsu back.” She said matter-of-factly, pushing gently back as she very slowly and lightly palmed his forehead.

Ack!” She hadn’t expected an assault based on her accidental admission of ticklishness. After a little rolling, scooting, and flapping they were both on their feet, circling each other while a few downy feathers drifted between them in the morning glow. Miiya had one hand around her bare midriff with the other outstretched to fend off wiggly fingers. “Quit it!” She giggled. 

Then, like a lightning bolt, something snapped through her and the silly grin froze on her face. Her pupils dilated and her breathing became rapid and shallow. She was alone in this room with this amazing guy, who was barely wearing anything, and she not much more modest. Miiya swallowed dry-throated as a tidal wave of hormones, instinct, and want swamped her brain. She really didn’t know what to do with any of it--I mean I know, but holy kvek!--so she forced herself to say something, anything

Well, not anything! The farthest thing from your mind! Say that!

I’m starving!Yes, that’s why my feathers are gone all poofy. Because yes that happens. This thunderbolt of feeling carried a lot of heat, and her pinfeathers unconsciously louvered fully open. It would be totally embarrassing if he had a clue what it meant.

Miiya wasn’t sure if Tom-Cat had any reaction, or noticed hers. She was too busy wrestling herself back under control while he said something important. 

Pay attention. He’s serious about something. Must listen. Don’t just look at his lips lips. Hear the words.

Wh… what?”

The Aeros girl might have fought the previous wave of emotion to a standstill, but there was no way she was controlling this rush, as he repeated--with a dozen warnings that it was only hearsay, and that they could not fully trust these newcomers--that Miiya’s Aunt knew of a way to restore her power of flight, and had sent three people to help her do just that. 

She quite literally threw herself at Tom-Cat. “Oh, Tom!” She gasped before her jaw locked along with every muscle in her slight body. She was a statue, eyes winched shut, forehead pressing painfully into his shoulder, arms like thin iron bands constricting around his chest. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t even shake or shiver with the desperate need coursing through her. She was a tightly-locked marble burrowed into the catboy. A hot-flushing, teeth-clenched cherry stone leaking wishful tears of hope. 

To: Duskhill’s Kitchen eventually

Cuz even a stone has to eat.

 


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From: Duskhill Parlor

Miiya had left their present company and headed for the window-seat room, to sit alongside the open sill and watch the distant storm in the dimming light. If Tom-Cat were to join her, she would remark sleepily. “I guess that’s why buildings in the Underneath have roofs.” 


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A Felonious Feline 

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“There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats.”

 – Albert Schweitzer


[OOC: from the Hidden Estate of Duskhill - Kitchen]

 

It was easy enough for Tom-Cat to temporarily set aside his worry and anxiousness over the Aeros’ safety on the upcoming journey, with her pressed against his side as they both sat on the flat roof above the bedroom window.  He’d swung up onto the roof to enjoy the cool air and watch the fading storm, as he sat and retooled a leather weapon harness, customizing it to give the equipment more utility.  He’d been pleasantly surprised when Miiya had joined him a few minutes later.  They sat in companionable silence for a while as the assassin continued to make adjustments to the harness, and answered any questions she had as he made various cuts in the straps, carving away the material in some places to reshape the leather. 

At one point, she asked him how he knew how to sew after he'd started sewing loops, catches, and hidden pockets onto the harness with scraps of material.  Tom-Cat paused, unused to revealing personal details of his life, but felt her genuine curiosity through the bond.  That’s when he realized that he wanted to share these things with her, he wanted her to know these things…he maybe even wanted her to meet his two kahp’los – older brothers. 

So Tom-Cat told Miiya a little about Cheshire and Chatte.  It was slow at first, but gradually he found it easier to talk about them; even so, he didn’t delve too deeply beyond the surface level of his relationships with them.  He told her that Cheshire and Chatte were two of his older brothers and that Chatte was only a year older than Cheshire.  He said Cheshire taught him how to sew, and his brother told him he'd learned the fundamentals from a seamstress that both he and Chatte used.  He added that he’d gotten the idea to include hidden pockets on the harness, from  Chatte.  Tom-Cat only briefly mentioned that they weren’t from the same litter to explain why they all looked different and moved quickly past it.  He instead went on to describe each of his brothers physically, along with what each of their animals were – a snow leopard and cheetah, respectively.  

“You know, most people agrrree that Cheshirrre is the hearrrthrrrob of the family,” he said judiciously.  “Though…I don’t know, Teleskela,” he lamented, glancing sideways at Miiya.  “If you saw him, you’d prrrobably ditch me in two shakes of a Tarrrtarrry lamb’s tail!”  The catling gave her a dramatic, sad look, and pretended to wipe away a tear.  He tickled her cheek with the tip of his tail and grinned teasingly at her.  He chuckled.  “Kidding,” he said.  His lambent, yellow-gold eyes glowed playfully in the half-light.  “It’d take at least five shakes, right?” 

When Miiya jokingly tried to get an arm around his neck and again rub her knuckles into his skull in ‘reprisal’, he laughed, set aside the harness, and pinned her beneath him.  In the middle of tickling her, Tom-Cat was abruptly struck by a thought that had become increasingly more obtrusive: he wished he could just kiss her.  He wanted to right now.  He wanted to kiss her in and for the foreseeable future.  The simplicity and ubiquity of his yearning gave the catling pause, and he was suddenly painfully aware of how close they were (pressed together).  He stared down at Miiya as he hovered over her, their legs loosely tangled while the slant of his hips kept her half-pinned, but not really – she wasn't struggling or trying to escape.  

Fire surged through his veins and heat swept through his skin like a miasma, as desire suddenly rushed through him with startling ferocity.  “Teleskela, I –” Tom-Cat began, his voice absurdly hushed and thick with want that he couldn’t suppress.  He cut himself off, lashing his tail a few times before he heaved a ragged sigh and eased up.  Kwesh!  An ear twitched.  He….was going to need a moment.  The catling picked up the harness and resumed his work after a minute or two.  

A long moment of silence dropped between them and Tom-Cat could feel a riot of emotion through the bond.  He gently knocked a shoulder into Miiya and snaked an arm out as he wrapped it around her waist and drew her close, but not right up against his side.  The catboy released her and he wordlessly wound his tail around one of her wrists in quiet reassurance, as he continued sewing pieces onto the harness.  A few minutes passed and he felt Miiya lean into his side, resting comfortably against him as he worked.  Some time had gone by in comfortable silence, when Tom-Cat spoke again.

Cheshirrre might be a hearrrtthrob,” he mused.  He paused and finished securing the stitches for the pocket that he’d sewn on the underside of the harness strap, using his teeth to cut the excess thread.  “But Chatte has the prrrettiest eyes in the family.  Have you everrr seen a cheetah’s eyes, Teleskela?” he asked.  “I’ve hearrrd girrrls gush about Chatte’s eyes.”  The catboy rolled his own eyes, but when he continued, his tone was distinctly fond.   “Apparrrently, they’rrre the colorrr of rrrich amberrr or aged cognac, and just ‘oh-so mesmerrrizing’.”  Tom-Cat had pitched his voice a bit higher at the end, in imitation of one of the girls who constantly swooned over his brother’s eyes.  He shrugged.  “Plus, Chatte has that whole ‘tall, darrrk, and indifferrrent’ thing going forrr him, which is apparrrently irrrrrresitable to some people.

He snickered, then told her a story about the time Cheshire set Chatte up on a blind date - without informing their brother.  Cheshire had set up the "date" with a woman who was apparently a cat fanatic and just "loved cats to 'iddle widdle pieces!".  Chatte thought he was going to the cafe to meet a client's contact for an important pickup.  Their normally cool and unaffected brother had been caught completely off guard when his "contact" jumped into his arms and planted an enthusiastic kiss right on his shocked lips.  

Chatte, in true form, had gone out the cafe's bathroom window as soon as he'd figured out what was going on and was able to extricate himself from her...

...and then spent the next week ambushing and pouncing Cheshire at every given opportunity. 

 

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After Tom-Cat finished up with the harness, the pair returned to the room.  Miiya perched on the bed and watched him for a while, before she turned to look out the window and watch the storm in the dimming light.  Though it didn’t take long for the catling to test out the harness and get his gear situated, he realized as he stood and stretched, that he was actually tired.  It didn’t feel like he’d done a lot that day, but he guessed it had been pretty emotionally intense, all things considered.  The last two things he did before joining Miiya in bed, was lay out his clothing for tomorrow (looks like he’d finally be forced to wear pants and a shirt, for the foreseeable future), and tuck one last note into an obscure part of the Aeros’ pack – he’d hidden other notes written on little scraps of paper in various odd places of her equipment. 

Tom-Cat yawned expansively, feeling tired all at once.  He fell into bed with a grunt and lay there relaxing for a moment, before he glanced over at Miiya, who was sleepily staring out the window at the storm.  He sat up with a small yawn and nodded absently when Miiya said something about the UnderNeath and roofs, as he moved closer to her.  It took a moment to navigate around her wings, but with some careful shifting he was able to ease behind her.  The felinoid gently coaxed her back until she was settled within the loose bracket of his legs, his knees bent on either side.  The Aeros girl shifted her wings until she was able to lay back against him with her head on his chest. 

The catling yawned again and lazily slipped his arms around Miiya’s waist.  He idly rested one hand on her stomach, chuckling as she swatted at him when he briefly poked a finger into her belly button.  He casually slid his other hand beneath hers where it rested atop the covers, then turned it over, palm up and thread his fingers through hers.  He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles.  “I enjoy spending time with you, Teleskela,” he said quietly.  He released her hand and leaned forward, resting his chin atop her head.  “Y’know,” he said drowsily, trying and failing to stifle a yawn.  “I wish I could take y’with me everrrywhere I go,” he murmured.  “But rrright now, therrre’s nowherrre else I’d rrratherrr be.

He left his arm around Miiya's waist with his hand resting lightly against her belly, and he leaned back on his palm as they watched the storm together.  The catling yawned.  As he watched the now-distant storm across the vast cavern, he absently traced the pads of his fingers over the Aeros' stomach and drew warm, sleepy patterns on her skin.   Soon, though, his head lolled before it tipped back entirely, his fingers going slack as his breathing deepened and evened out. 

Before he knew it, Tom-Cat was fast asleep.


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[OOC: Told ya I wasn't joking about that rooftop pounce...;) ]

 

 

TOM-CAT: Kiana Beach Battle (3/3) - ☆Try Again - ★Powder Keg - Soft,soft - ★Stupid Little Tom-Cat - ★Miiya & Cat-Tom - ★Sparring - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - Stolen Kiss - ☆Not Cheshire - Returning to Her - ★Baths & Comfort - ☆Wings, Tails, & Love - ☆Cave Storms - Climbing the Walls - ★1st Kiss - ★Makeouts & Memories -★Laughter & Kisses
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Sensing Death - ★Kissing Fate 2/2 - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Precipice - Entering the Hedge Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Into the Aegis - Button Pressing - Thunder & Honey
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RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[Chatte]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
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Miiya did not mind being pounced one ittle wittle bit. No sir. To be honest, she was not sure how she felt about Tom speaking so admiringly about his brothers’ Lotharic penchants, but she was kinda sorta distracted and might not have been totally hanging off every word or whatever

The Aeros girl wasn’t sure if she would ever be comfortable with how tactile Tom-Cat was. She wasn’t sure she ever wanted to be comfortable, if being uncomfortable was always this thrilling. She had been pretty certain they had been about to kiss and, like, five or six times already. Miiya had decided she was not going to make the first move, but now she was wondering just how long she would have to wait.

This is nice, I guess. She thought to herself as she sat bracketed by Tom-Cat’s legs. She scooted back with him a bit so he could rest against the wall and not have to hold them both up on his arm. His fingers on her belly were tickling--and also driving her sort of crazy--so she grabbed that hand and moved it up to her shoulder, giving it a nice firm pat. And now we’re holding both hands. She thought, happily, until that hand moved down from her shoulder. That’s, um, fresh. Miiya spent a moment wrestling with whether she should, shouldn’t, wanted to, didn’t want to look up at Tom. Cuz now we… O-okay. I’m ready for this. Slowly, she turned her head, eyes lifting to the boy’s own--Oh.

Yeah… he’s asleep. Miiya lowered her gaze and blew at a strand of hair that wasn’t anywhere near long enough to cover her eyes. That’s nice for him. She thought, pillowing her head on Tom-Cat’s shoulder and wondering just how the kvek she was supposed to--

Miiya awoke sprawled crosswise across the catling so that their bodies made a nearly-right-angled “X”

Our bodies.

Her feathers were fully louvered, catching the cooling breeze wafting in through the open window. 

Kiss awake him.

Kiss him awake.

Tom-Cat was on his back in languid repose, she was laying across his midsection, watching the slightest slit of lambent yellow beneath his closed eyelids. Tom--Miiya observed--didn’t exactly sleep with his eyes open, nor with them winched shut, so from this angle it was impossible to tell if he was awake or not. 

He’s asleep. Do it.

He’s awake, do it anyway.

Fantasy Miiya was a lot more daring than real-life just-awakened Miiya, and so those thoughts did not get acted upon. They were sure fun to imagine though.

Fun to imagine and fun to regret later when she and Tom assembled with the others. A lot of stuff happened in between waking and then, but none of it was as fun as the first few moments of the new day--well most of it wasn’t, at any rate. 

Miiya finished packing her meager possessions and borrowed equipment, made one last big meal, said good morning to Picnic and the others, rechecked her room for anything left behind (not like she had all that much, to begin with) and--finding it empty--finally had a moment to practice a little sleight of hand. She wondered, afterward, if Myrae was going to be true to her word and still split the profits from looting the sunken ship. If not, Miiya would eventually need to finance her own room and board, she guessed, since it seemed like she wouldn’t be able to keep freeloading on the drowess. She figured she had better keep her busking skills up to snuff, which meant a lot more practice, which Miiya didn’t mind at all. 

To: All over, and then joining the party outside.


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