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PET PERSON MEME

>> premise

Hello, and welcome to The Care and Keeping of Your Pet! As you surely know, a pet is a big responsibility, and we're so glad you've decided to be a concientious master. A safe pet is a happy pet, and this handbook is certain to keep your precious lifelong friend as content as can be.

The history of the animal person is a long and difficult one, with their origins not being known even to this day. However, scientists believe that despite our common appearance - most animal people have humanoid forms except for the ears, tails, and sometimes teeth - we share no common ancestry, even if the ascent of this species corresponds with that of the homo sapien. We gained dominance over each breed thousands of years ago, beginning with the dog type, who have long been considered "man's best friend." Most breeds these days are docile and perfect for owners of any speed.

Of course, it is our duty as the superior species to take care of these animal creatures, and this is inherent in their genetic makeup. Everyone knows that an animal person, when matched with their correct human master, is loyal for life - a true "soulmate," if you will. Far be it for us to turn this away! Ever since the Great Domestication, these intelligent and loving animals have served us as friends, workmates, guardians, servants, and sexual companions and will for years to come. Despite recent hubbub from so-called "Pet People's Rights Activists," this way of life is wholesome and good. Scientific research shows that the natural desire of the pet person is to be owned and cared for by a human.

So, it's your first pet. What do you need to know?

As previously stated, pet people come in as many breeds as you can possibly think of. By far and away the most popular are the dog and cat types, but exotic birds and lizards have been gaining popularity among trendsetters from L.A. to Tokyo!
All pet types are best suited for certain jobs, and when hunting for one, it is best to search for a type that suits your needs best.
However, a "True Match" - when a pet person bonds with you and only you for the rest of their natural lives - comes naturally, and sometimes takes time before you can find the pet you will be able to give a forever home to.
According to all current research, pet people are completely sentient and like us in many ways. However, it is important to remember that they have many animalistic and feral characteristics. Do not be foolish and think that your pet is a person, despite the facts that many are clothed and may be allowed to read, write, and have "hobbies." Some traditional pet owners may eschew these frivolities, and that is within their right.
Pet people age more quickly than humans, at least physically, and many types have long lifespans. It is not uncommon for pets to be passed through the family. When getting your child their first pet, it's important to keep in mind that just because the pup is tiny now, a grown pet can be jumpy around a small child.
It is important to train a pet. Discipline will be necessary. This does not make you a bad owner. Failure to train early will result in a rebellious pet. Training is especially important if you want your pet to serve as a household servant.
Remember, your pet will be extremely protective of you, especially if you are Truly Bonded. It is best to socialize them early. A socialized pet is a perfect family pet.
These days, unowned and unbonded pet people are allowed to live as strays or "Frees" in certain designated areas. Some even hold "jobs." This is against their best interest, and owners who adopt these strays are to be rewarded. Still, the best place to get pets are from liscenced kennels or breeders.
Some masters find it beneficial to participate in activities with their pets, such as shows and other competitions.
Finally, much has been made about the sexual relationship between pet and master. This is a normal facet of the bond, and humans are sure to find pet people sexually alluring. But beyond that, it is only responsible and prudent for owners to care for their pet's needs. It is a well-known fact that the libidos of pet people are remarkably strong, and when they go into heat, it is usually more convenient for a master to relieve them. There is no risk of pregnancy. All rumors of hybrids are urban legends.
Despite this, masters must remember to not view their pets as romantic partners. Humans should stay with humans.

With that said, thank you and welcome to your first day as a pet's master!

>> how to play

Needless to say, The Care and Keeping of Your Pet is a bit biased and full of propaganda, but it gives a good idea of the world your character is now AU's into. They are either a pet person or a human master, and what that means for them varies.

So are they a devoted pet or a rebellious animal person looking to buck the system? A generous master or a cruel sexual sadist? Just a normal pet owner? Most likely they're something in between, but when you're raised in this world, it's difficult to see anything different on the horizon.

Rules

Comment with your character and say whether they'd be a master or a pet. Ideally, they could be played as both. Mention what kind of each they'd be and what they'd be like, (ie: "Xx-chan is a bunny girl who is happy to please her master" or "Asterothia is a cat boy who is aloof but loyal to his true master"). For pets, be sure to include features ("wolf ears, tail, teeth).

REMEMBER, pet does not automatically equal submissive and master automatically equal dominant. This is not a BDSM setting though BDSM can be included. How far you want to go with the actual "pet" aspect is up to you, as well. Your pet could just be your slightly-furry roommate or soulmate!
Comment to others.
Play out the scene.

>> prompts

This by no means an all-inclusive list, but it should get you going in the right direction.

First Time Pet/Owner: Usually, pets are gotten at a young age; you're an old dog. Can you learn new tricks?
True Bond: What all masters and pets yearn for...the pet's loyalty and adoration for life.
Love: It's expected for masters to love their pets, but to love them? Romance is strictly forbidden.
Old "Couple": Master and pet have grown together and know each other. You know, know each other.
Loss of Master: The pet has lost their master, perhaps even their True Bond. Is it possible to move on?
Young Master/Older Pet: Pets age quicker than masters, so it's possible to end up with a bit of an "age" difference.
Family Pet: This pet's been raised as part of the family. What happens when their feelings for a family member get more than platonic.
For Your Protection: You don't want to be a master, but you have to take in a pet for their protection lest they be in danger from the general public.
Stray: You're a stray or a "Free." Can you live like this with your biology screaming for you to make a match?
Servant: You're more servant than pet.
All Sex, All the Time: The only purpose for this pet is to service the master, and not in a way that means cleaning their house.
Guard: You're a loyal bodyguard, a service pet. You'll do anything for your master. Anything.
Pet Play: This is for those who prefer to keep their animals on leashes, have them eat from bowls, and keep away from clothing.
Breaking In: Training is important with any pet.
In Love with Another Master...or Pet: To lust after another's master is no better than treason, and to wish to be with another pet just cruel!
Punishment: Bad dog, no nookie!
Heat: All pets go into heat, and it's the responsibility of the owner to take care of this problem. After all, unchecked dry humping kills thousands every year.
Breeding: Breeders know the best qualities in each type and mate the cream of the crop together to continue lines. It's a hobby for some, a calling for others.
Territorial: Hey, hey, other dog person! This is your apartment. Stay the fuck out!
Kennel: Kennels are where unadopted pets are kept. They're generally agreed to be depressing places. Why not volunteer at one, keeping the pets healthy and happy with the kind of affection only humans can show?
Rebelling Against the System: Damn the Man! Pet people are people, too! Just be careful not to get talk. You know what happens to bad pets.
Instant Attraction: You ever just look at someone and know they're the one? That they're...your master? But what if you've been trying to fight it? Well, don't try!
Dominant Pet: You might be the pet, but you call the shots, at least in the bedroom.
Pet Show: Everyone wants to show off how perfect their animal is. Look at that ass! And you'll never believe their special skills...
Therapeutic: Pets, especially those bred for their kindliness, are perfect therapy for those who've been through trauma and heartache.
Jealousy: Who's that around your master? Oh, hell no. They better not be touching them!
Petting: Pet people are absolutely gaga for being touched. Even the most steely ones turn to mush for rubs.
Games: Playing with your pet and giving them exercise is a key to happiness. Of course, with a pet person, you might want to use other toys instead of a ball.

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[Mayoi gives him a soft laugh, and then sits up a little so Tatsumi can comfortably do what he likes.]

That you feel that way is why I think I can trust you not to hurt me in the end.

[As it is, Mayoi tenses just a little as he anticipates Tatsumi's hands. When Tatsumi does in fact, treat him gently, a great deal of tension floods out of him, and he will curl back up the way he was before.]

It has been some time since ...I could enjoy something as simple as a gentle touch. I think once I was quite fond of it. Ah ...if you would not mind ...there is a spot just under my ear that is terribly nice...!

[Tatsumi's overactive imagination needs to be stopped, really, but he's containing himself to gently brushing his fingers through the hair near Mayoi's ears. The relief he feels when Mayoi honestly relaxes is just as obvious as Mayoi's relaxation. Tatsumi's fingers slack a bit more, and his shoulders lose something they've been carrying for weeks, months, longer...

Then he gets brave, and he seeks a spot below one of Mayoi's ears with the same gentle touch.]

Here? Or lower?

[And he tries a tentative little scratch...]

[It takes very little for Mayoi to find bliss in Tatsumi's touch. Ah, he is so gentle and he is so touch starved.]

[Mayoi tips his chin back a little, curling up a little more.]

Riiiiiight there~ fufufu, that's the spot~

[Should Tatsumi continue, he will be treated to the quietest most gentlest of happy little purrs.]

[Tatsumi smiles sweetly as Mayoi relaxes more, and eagerly--but gently--pays careful attention to the spot Mayoi seems to like. He's surprised by the purring, since he's never heard it before. The sound, though unfamiliar, soothes him even more.]

Mayoi-san, you're... happy.

Mm.

[The purring stays quiet, but it's steady. Mayoi's eyes flutter shut.]

I am ...quite at ease. I don't remember the last time I felt such peace. Surely it is because I have never felt so safe with another person.

[He will protect Mayoi from anything and everything.]

This is a very small thing, you know. All you need to do is ask for anything you need to feel safer and happier, and I'll see what can be done to reach it.

[The petting will continue until morale improves.]

I know you may be reluctant to do so, but it is your right in this house. In our home. I actually... hope we'll make each other very happy, because I've struggled to find peace myself.

[Mayoi peeks an eye open for a moment, as Tatsumi speaks. He's making a lot of bold claims before he's spoken with his family, and while Mayoi has not spoken up about that at all, opting instead to trust Tatsumi's judgement, he knows it will be sometime before he is truly at ease around the entire house.]

[But here in Tatsumi's room, it feels like a sanctuary. He will bask in this for as long as he can.]

[However, this admission. Ah, he'd ...gotten the sense that something had been weighing on Tatsumi, though he felt like he had no place to ask. He thinks, perhaps, this might be an opening.]

Tatsumi-san is troubled by something deep in his heart. You do not have to speak of it ...but if there is something I can do to put you at ease, I would like to know.

Haurchefant could only offer a soft smile back. He recognized the light within her, a warrior she is who had done so much and asked for so little. He doesn't have much, just a camp to offer as a sanctuary for a little while until the chaos settles. Part of him doesn't believe the crimes she committed is the truth and to his knowledge, even the Ishgard justice system is more rigid and harsh than the court of Ul-dah in comparison. Innocent until proven guilty.

"You had come so far. You deserve a good rest, even for a few days. You earned it." He said. He held her hand back, a gentle squeeze within her comfort. It's warm against the chill within the room, but the fire started to heat up the room significantly as he enjoys her company.

[Tatsumi's hand stills for a moment.]

I don't know what can be done for it, but your presence alone is already soothing me. Mostly what troubles me is... maybe my own fault, so the difficulty is forgiving everyone involved, including myself. The Lord says we should be forgiving, though, so I'll just have to keep trying.

[Maybe a good deed like this, selfish though it may be, will help him down that path.]

I doubt you would know, but I was a somewhat well-known idol not that long ago.

To be fair, regicide was a fairly serious crime to be accused of, and the circumstances surrounding the Sultana's poisoning were suspicious at best. But, by that point, she had been at least proven innocent, and it was merely another nightmare left behind.

There was a moment of quiet as she took in that he was holding her hand, a warm comfort even through their gloves. But what touched her more than that was what he said next. Rest. She had earned rest...

"Thank you."

Her friends were valuable to her, surely. The scions were invaluable allies, and of course she cared for them deeply. But to them, she was always something unusual, the hero of light, their saviour. To Haurchefant, it was something else. It felt like she was just... She was just "Adela" to him, and that was enough. She honestly felt a little spoilt by that. Selfishly she wanted more of it, too.

"A few days, then. I think... I think we can afford that much."

A smile tugged at her lips as she made herself comfortable, and while she felt the slight sting of hot tears at the corners of her eyes, she kept her gaze towards the fire as she leaned her weight onto him. It would be so easy to fall asleep again, but she also wanted to enjoy the time there with him as long as possible. In her state it was too easy to mumble thoughtlessly however, perhaps revealing her heart almost too casually.

"You're... You're really too kind to me. You've saved my life, took me in when I had no where else to go, trusted me when you had nothing but my word, and... You're amazing, you know?"

[It certainly sounds complicated. Perhaps a little too complicated for him to sort out. He is happy enough to know his presence is helping, even if he's hardly doing anything at all besides being spoiled.]

[His ears perk up a little at the mention of being an idol, though.]

I ...I know of Idols, though not much more than that. Their music would sometimes play at home. Songs that were bright and cheerful... I never would have guessed Tatsumi-san...

[Ah, is he about to be rude. He trails off just in case he shouldn't say that. Tatsumi-san is someone of the church. That image did not match up what he knew of idols, so he was surprised.]

It doesn't seem very likely, does it? Me being an idol, I mean. I probably don't seem like the type. But I was ambitious and proud, maybe too much so, and one thing led to another. I was injured, ultimately, and I've been lost ever since.

[He gave up, really. He doesn't mind the isolation that much, but the lack of purpose grates on him to the point of sadness.

At least Mayoi soothes him, and helping him gives Tatsumi purpose. He'll do whatever it takes to convince his family, to save Mayoi from his own despair.]

Please don't mind being kept by someone like me. I'll treat you well, and anything you could possibly need, I'll find a way to provide.

Don't worry Adela, by the twelve, everything will work itself out. It always does but then again Haurchefant seems pollyanna for harboring a suspect away from Ul-dah conspirators and authorities, in which the government body consisted of suspicious evil overlords ~~potatoes~~ lalafells. Even if Hydaelyn had gone quiet perhaps from loosing her strength, there isn't much he could do other than to offer her aid and what little he has.

"Think nothing of it. In fact, don't try to overthink."

With a small yawn and a stretch by the warm hearth of the fire, he relaxes. A small break from duty. "It's going to get dark soon. The daylight tends to be short here. I have to think of what to make for dinner."

Despite how she's feeling, breaking up inside, and very slow to heal to pull herself together, he kept his warm body close to her. Perhaps by instinct, he wanted to curl up with her as she seeks comfort from him, but instead he supports her by curling his arms around her waist and back for a hug.

Even if she falls asleep, he could talk her ear off until she does.

"Are you partial to eft steak? The soldiers said it can be tough and gamey, but with the right sauce and seasonings, it can be delicious. I can go and make tea as well."

[[ OoC: Ah, sorry, I thought we were playing with a canon point further along than this. I'll adjust! ]]

She felt the loss of his hand keenly when he pulled it away, and disappointment was there for a split second before his arms were around her. This was kind-of... Intimate. She could feel her heart start to race. Nhaama, was she blushing? Hopefully not, but it was more of her feeling confused, wondering if he was just comforting her as a friend or as... Well, something else.

Needlessly said she was far from tired then and there, and in spite of herself she felt quite flushed as she tried to respond to him, "Ah, uh... I'm not sure I've tried it. T-Tough and gamey usually isn't a problem, though. I-is there any on hand?"

It'd give her a chance to... Well, cool off if she had to go out and procure some. Maybe. She shouldn't have been this nervous though, should she? He was just... He was just being nice...

[ooc: Tis okay! My memory isn't the greatest either. I'll say its after HW and a little during SB o|-<]

When he realized what he's doing, he's starting to worry immediately and quickly withdraws, fearing that he's overstepping a boundary. Inwardly perhaps...dissapointed that the brief warmth of heat between them faded so quickly because of the cold climate.

"A-anyway, I hope that wasn't too much." He was worried he is stepping out of line and felt guilty for expressing his intent. Despite his troubled past of his birth, he is a noble of the reputable House Fortemps of Ishgard and commander of Camp Dragonhead so he knows manners and grace is important. He clearly intended to comfort her.

"The delivery of supplies tends to run slow around here because of the erratic weather. That's why we have stations along the path to the camp and to Ishgard because of the snowstorm and the monsters, to keep watch for travelers and couriers. We do have meat but if we're running short by a day or two, I usually prepare by going hunting the old fashion way."

He takes a look outside the window. "It's best to go now when the sun is out. Lest the wolves and the dragons tend to attack in packs as they usually do. We won't go alone. I'll have a few soldiers to accompany us on the way."

Just like that, he pulled away again. She remembered herself though, rubbing the back of her neck and nodding along, "Sounds... Sounds good. Yeah. We should go and do that..."

She definitely needed something to help cool her head. Her heart was beating so fast, and while a fight wasn't likely to help it go slower it was going to at least re-direct her energy away from whatever just happened. Now, she wasn't sure she was so ready to face what she was feeling then and there.

"I can be ready in a few minutes."

Despite that Haurchefant wanted to pretend that it did happen and that he was hoping they're something more between them, he seems calm about it and wasn't fretting about it. The hunt will redirect her energy and distract her mind from what just transpired. If there is any sign of him looking bothered what happened, there isn't any. He pulled away to give her some space to figured out what just happened.

Lunched passed and he gathered his hunting tools and two close friends within his platoon to accompany them both as a party. They ventured out to the snow-covered highlands to find a herd of efts, type of Coerthans local salamander, by the riverbank. It's a matter of shooting one of the creatures down with arrows and ending it with a slice from the sword. "We got it. We just need one. Let's return back to the camp promptly."

It's a matter of taking the poor carcass of the creature back to the camp and let the camp culinarians cooked it and grill it just in time for the evening meal.

She had forgotten just how unappetizing efts looked, and how they smelled wasn't the most pleasant thing either. But preparing meat of any kind was messy business, and they could at least do their part to get everyone fed.

And with their part done and the culinarians hard at work, there was time to get cleaned up, at least what little they could cleaned up. All too soon the food was ready, it was dark out, and the evening meal was finished.

Adela wanted to address what had happened earlier, truly. The fact that he was acting like nothing happened was concerning. Did he just want to... Forget? It would be best to simply not bring it up if that was the case, but still... She wasn't sure anymore. It was confusing, like she was getting mixed messages.

It didn't help that at least a few soldiers had comments she had to ignore in order to keep the peace. There went Haurchefant's pet dragon, how life was better before she came along, it was too complicated now, and that she didn't deserve special treatment just because of her exploits. There were even some particularly racist ones who insisted that she was leading a Dravanian plot to kill them all and she had Haurchefant under a spell. Between her feelings being difficult to address and the rumors about the little au ra running rampant, it was exhausting.

She was restless by the time it was late enough to turn in. Unable to sleep, she couldn't help being drawn to where Haurchefant's chamber was. She wanted to see him, even if it was selfish, but... She didn't want to cause him trouble, either. It led to her pacing about, feeling more and more stressed as she was left alone longer and longer with her thoughts. Hopefully, the noise of steel greaves against stone wouldn't be too disturbing of a noise for him.

The lower ranked Isghardians who are mostly commoners and foot soldiers aren't exactly a well-to-do lot. Therefore, the meal isn't exactly appetizing on the forefront on the camp. Haurchefant is likely to be knight and have some prestige thanks to the bloodline of his house and his father. Life on the camp is hard on everyone. Even for the commander himself. That's why it was his duty to write letters and reports to his superiors to make sure the soldiers are well-taken care, and everyone can do their duty properly.

Night in coerthas can get dark. Very dark and there's little light. The only lamp is the candles and oil lamps provided, and warmth from a furnace fueled by what little ceruleum fuel has been provided.

For the most part, Haurchefant kept himself busy into his shift until well into the night for the night watch to come over for their night shift.

Haurchefant was aware of the remarks. Or rather suspicious that gossip was whispered behind his back but he never heard it spoken verbally to his ears. Whenever he shows up with his presence, his soldiers tend to change the subject. But there was a fear of hersey ever present.

In the late of the night, he was struggling to keep the fire going to keep the camp warm. But he is preparing to go sleep. Already he removed his armor and was wearing night garments. He did take noticed that she is there, and he felt there was a tension between hours ago.

"Adela, what's wrong? If this is about the meal, tomorrow it will be better, and I already sent a letter for an order for your favorite foods. It will be delivered by tomorrow noon."

But intuitively he knew it's not about the food as his soldiers tend to desire and grieve much. "Or is there something else the matter? You can't sleep?"

She jumped a bit when he was just... There, suddenly. It had Adela flustered, and she shook her head at his initial question.

"The food was fine, truly. You... You didn't need to..."

This was putting her on the spot. Hopefully it was dark enough that she couldn't see how unbalanced she was, how thrown off he was making her... Why had she even come there again?

"I... Don't worry about that. Any of it. I didn't mean to wake you, Haurchefant, just..."

A sigh, and she tried to shake it off and meet his eye, albeit with more than a bit of shyness to it, "... I'm all right. I'm sorry for bothering you."

It's his personal chambers on the camp. He's been there for quite some time, getting ready to sleep. He just have trouble in kindling the fire on the logs in the fireplace to keep his room warm.

"...Can't sleep?" But he figured she wasn't here about the food. If that's it, what else is the reason? "I can't sleep either. So no, you're not bothering me."

He just slowly wraps his arms around her for a hug.

"If you were wondering. I was afraid that you dislike this. When I hold you like this, I'm just worried for you. Because I understand you're afraid. I'm not afraid of you when I first met you. But rather...I just want to keep you safe and give you a safe place to hide."

And just like that, her heart was pounding in her throat again. Haurchefant was holding her so close, and even with her own armor muting the sensation a bit the hug was so warm and comfortable. And then... He said that.

Adela couldn't stop herself from sighing, or from the thoughts flooding her mind. She... She couldn't run from it anymore, could she? Not from how she was feeling, how she felt in general... Not when he was being so honest with her.

"It does not bother me... That is to say, I do not dislike it," The wording was clumsy, and she knew she was beet red as she shook her head, "You have already done so much for me. You took me in when I had no where else to go, fought at my side... You nearly gave your life for me, when it came down to it."

She buried her face against his chest where she could, breathing out hard as she tried to relax and, finally, reaching to hold herself close, "I suppose it is harder knowing that I cannot stay for too long... That I must keep moving, regardless of what tries to tether me."

He looks relieved. "I'm glad you don't dislike it." He said and very gently, he hugs her more. He has every desire in wanting to hold her frame close to his body, to keep her safe, and protected.

"I always sense you're special my friend and a free spirit. Beyond that, I believe you display such courage that very few has. And you... you and Lord Alphinaud looked so down. I don't think I see such unhappiness in a long time. Sure, the soldiers always complain about the food and weather, but we never bereft of hope to see another day even if dragons threaten to loom on the horizon."

He has no wish to tether her and she is no captive. "I think there's a future for my country. Ishgard has been closed off for centuries. I know I'm against tradition, but when I see you for the first time, I want to open doors for you, and I let you in. I have no regrets and if my father gives me an earful, I'll still defend you even with my life."

When she buried her face on his chest, he doesn't care if it hurts even if she wants to dig her fingers on his back. "Besides, I should have told you sooner, but I think you're beautiful and I want you to stay. No one on the camp seem to be complaining and they will have a word with me if they do." He laid a chin on top of her head, "So...stay as long as you want. I want you too."

"I wish I could."

The words were out before she could stop them, her shoulders slumping as she just... Held herself close. She could definitely hear what Haurchefant was saying... What wasn't said in his words, too. It made her happy. But, unfortunately, that was also exactly what she meant by tethers. She would've wanted to be tethered for that reason, having already been exposed to the scare of losing him when he took that attack. How angry she'd been at Thordan and Zephirin in particular, how furious she'd been that Haurchefant had been hurt because of her carelessness... How much she realized that it would be painful to lose him. How much pain she was in when she thought she had lost him for a while there.

"I must away to the east soon, you know that. I do too. As much as I wish I could stay for more than a few days, I... I'm needed elsewhere."

When she pulled back she was flushed, her eyes shining with the small amount of tears brought on by the wave of emotion. She looked at him, wanting to get a hold of herself, but at that time unable to really pull herself together.

"Thank you for taking us in, for believing in us, and for fighting alongside us. Thank you for everything."

It was a little frightening, but by that point he'd already said something that encouraged her, something revealing what he felt, and it made her realize that she needed to say something to.

"For what it is worth, I would have stayed -- as long as you would have had me."

Edited (I know, late edit, I decided to change the icon) 2024-01-18 05:55 (UTC)

He remains quiet for a few long moments, trying to articulate how he should react to her course of action. When she said she wished she could remain, he internally sighs as the warrior of the light has made her choice. There's always a saying that it's always fatal for an Ishgard knight to fall in love, and they have to choose between love or duty to their country. Choose both and they rush toward to the flames of passion, just to pay the price no matter how high.

And he knows himself, he will gladly do both out of passion.

"I understand. You do what you must do." Very gently and reluctantly, he lets her go. But he made his feelings plain, and a part of him didn't want to give up and to remain determined, even if the both of them isn't certain of a possible future together.

"East is very far." He said, keeping his emotions in check, though it's quite plain there's pain in his voice and taking it hard. It's not a rejection, but she's pushing him away using duty as a valid excuse. "A long journey ahead of you. But you won't be alone. You have the Scions." He knows Lord Alphinuad will accompany her at least.

He nods and listens to her words of gratitude, but also pained by her tears. He already knows what she wanted to say. "You always have a home here when you come back. I'll have you know that I will always protect you." Maybe overprotective out of duty, but what he meant is, wrapping her in his arms, letting her know that she has someone who believes in her and loves her.

"How could I not want you? Whatever you're going through, just so you know. I do want you. Just remember, life is not a race. My hearth will always burn for you and keep you warm. So do not rush blindly for your life. Otherwise, I'll gladly pay the price. Which is this."

He's unable to hold himself back anymore, so seeing an opening, and motivated by his own desire to do so, he leans in to find her lips with his own and kisses her.

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i am robbing bakerstreet again

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So much for pet person AU, sob

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