A drop here, a drop there (a one-shots/snippet book)

Relations (WtNV)

2024 a/n: So i visited my wattpad account for nostalgia's sake then reread some stuff and maybe work on the dragon story thing, and then I see some shiet I forgot I wrote?? and didn't publish?? So here it is I guess

2021 (maybe) a/n: My usual image of Cecil is a normal looking guy, no tattoos or anything, just with purple or dark purple eyes. That glows and he has his powers, but he's mostly human. For the third eye, a glowing stylized eye would appear on his forehead when he uses his powers instead of a physical third eye.

But anyways, this time I'm writing an Inhuman!Cecil so I added a fandom favorite. Tentacles and tattoos! Or is that two fandom favorites...?

"Cecil?"

"Hm?" was the sleepy reply.

They were in their living room, practically melting against each other as they lounged on the couch. In front of them was the TV going through its daily static, sending whatever secret message to whichever mysterious secret organization is sending to its undercover operatives in the field.

No one knew who exactly the messages were for or what they said. Carlos stopped trying to find out when he was grabbed into a black windowless van and was politely asked to stop. They were surprisingly nice, even offered him some drinks while he signed some confidentiality papers for the little knowledge he gained.

The message typically lasted for about 5-10 minutes. This was not a range. Carlos just couldn't tell because, A. The perception of time is scientifically weird due to variables like the context of the situation, adrenaline, lighting, and other scientific stuff, B. It is just specially, literally, and specifically weird in Night Vale, and C. sitting like this with Cecil is really relaxing and Carlos may or may not admit to dozing after a while, which makes him lose count of the seconds.

But it doesn't matter, because spending time with Cecil like this was, again, really relaxing. Carlos actually almost forgot the reason why he spoke up in the first place due to his sleepy, wandering thoughts. But he is a scientist, a scientist is curious and stubborn in search of knowledge.

...Carlos just needed a few seconds to fight off sleep, is all.

Carlos groaned and pushed himself up to physically wake himself, before his thoughts started to wander into the half-thinking, half-dreaming territory of sleep again. Cecil whined at being displaced, and Carlos can't help but smile and kiss his forehead in response.

Cecil opened an eye to quint up at him, revealing a sliver of purple, before settling again. Now a bit more awake, but still with the haze of contentedness over him, Carlos idly observed the tattoos on his boyfriend's arm. An eye blinked at him lazily, and tentacles moved minutely in their relaxed state, but curled at the touch of his fingertips. One moved and retracted until the tip became visible to Carlos, and then it peeled itself off of Cecil's skin.

It never failed to amaze Carlos, watching a 2D image of tribal patterns put together to form tentacles transition into the third dimension. He caught it, and it curled around his fingers and wrist, still moving in a slow, relaxed manner. Cecil sighed, and Carlos was convinced that he was about 65% asleep right now.

Carlos felt a bit bad for interrupting his dozing, but this thought had been bugging him since Cecil mentioned Station Management yesterday in a broadcast, and the radio host had given a short description of the shadows behind the blurry windows.

So he repeated, "Cecil?"

"Hm?"

"I want to ask you a question. I don't know if it's a scientific question or a personal question, it will depend on your answer, really."