[ Yes. Luck. For the first time since this curse started. Olivine has been a balm in more ways than one.
Not that he has the center of mind to think about that right now. It's a relief to be guided off his cramping legs. He slumps against Olivine's shoulder, still breathing heavily. He no longer is fretting about guilt or propriety. Olivine is a comfort and a boon and he isn't letting that go.
And -- something else. As he breathes deeply, Olivine's scent fills him, calming him, but tightening something in him too. This is...right. This is safe. This is his pack. This is his to protect and be protected by. The hole that opened in his heart with the onset of this curse feels, for the first time, plugged.
It's good he isn't lucid enough to worry about losing that.
Whatever last dregs of thought are left evaporate from his mind when warm fingers gently caress the sensitive skin of his ears. He makes a sound somewhere between a whine and a moan, body curling to nestle against Olivine, head bent to reach for more of those fingers. The sensation is whole-body, sending warmth and shivers through him. His tail trembles involuntarily, putting additional pressure on the trapped appendage. He has the urge to lick Olivine's neck in response, though that one, at least, some part of his mind clamps down on. ]
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Not that he has the center of mind to think about that right now. It's a relief to be guided off his cramping legs. He slumps against Olivine's shoulder, still breathing heavily. He no longer is fretting about guilt or propriety. Olivine is a comfort and a boon and he isn't letting that go.
And -- something else. As he breathes deeply, Olivine's scent fills him, calming him, but tightening something in him too. This is...right. This is safe. This is his pack. This is his to protect and be protected by. The hole that opened in his heart with the onset of this curse feels, for the first time, plugged.
It's good he isn't lucid enough to worry about losing that.
Whatever last dregs of thought are left evaporate from his mind when warm fingers gently caress the sensitive skin of his ears. He makes a sound somewhere between a whine and a moan, body curling to nestle against Olivine, head bent to reach for more of those fingers. The sensation is whole-body, sending warmth and shivers through him. His tail trembles involuntarily, putting additional pressure on the trapped appendage. He has the urge to lick Olivine's neck in response, though that one, at least, some part of his mind clamps down on. ]