alienisms
“ hands off the bunny ! she's a friend , not food . „
collaredlove
kkookscoke
" yo ! did ya jus' .. sniff me ?? "
collaredlove
@kkookscoke ,, " Ok well you're not just 'someone' , we've like ... talked a coupla times at this point . I think– anyways yeahhhhh . Weird not like bad , just uh , interesting ? Like not how yer s'posed to smell . "
collaredlove
@kkookscoke ,, " Uh , yeah ? I'm like ... part dog or whatever , it's lowkey what I do . You smell kinda weird by the way ! "
collaredlove
☾// Cb, he doesn't bite (unless you want him to :3).
alienisms
“ why must you keep touching my antennas :::/ „
collaredlove
@alienisms ,, " Well you touch my ears all the time ... and my tail . Seems fair 'nough . "
prettysmilings
“Uh? Is everything alright?”
collaredlove
@prettysmilings ,, " Screaming ? Nah , I don't think so . Howling , maybe ! But that doesn't sound like screamin' . "
chronicpatients
“ why do you have a tail ? „
collaredlove
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@chronicpatients ,, " Nah . They're definitely real . Just like vampires , witches , shapeshifters , and like ... a whole bunch of other shit . Kinda cool I guess . "
collaredlove
☾// Cb.
-loveliiest-
oh , goodness - where did you come from ? . .
chronicpatients
“ so are you like a furry or something ? „
furspots
the rain hadn't been on the forecast—
but then again, cruell had never relied on anything that promised consistency. inside maison noire, everything was still. no music tonight, just the quiet ticking of the wall clock and the slow drip of water from an umbrella someone left leaning against the door earlier. bolts of fabric lined the shelves like sleeping beasts. the dalmatians were curled in their velvet beds, one ear twitching with every roll of thunder outside.
cruell stood at his table, a cigarette trailing silver between his fingers as he examined a sketch—something new, something mean. lace like barbed wire. a neckline that cut like a threat. his lips twitched. then— a sound. not the chime above the door. heavier. deliberate. his fingers didn’t pause, but his eyes lifted, slow and lazy, like a cat stretching before the kill.
"if you’ve come to sell something, you’re late," he said, voice like silk left in flame. "if you’ve come to buy, you’d better bleed luxury." his gaze slid toward the figure now framed in the doorway—unfamiliar. tall. wet from the storm, maybe. shadowed.
"or maybe you’re lost. i do so love when people get lost in my part of town." the smile he gave didn’t reach his eyes. it rarely did. "well, then? speak. or stand there and drip—either way, i’ll make something beautiful of it."
furspots
cruell watched him over the rim of his cup, silent still, letting the shape of the moment settle between them like smoke. how he bit his lip. how his ears twitched. how he sipped the tea like it might burn if he dared too much. sweet thing. not broken, not yet—but oh, how easy it was to see the threads. loose and trembling. ready to be pulled.
"good," cruell said finally, placing the cup down with a soft clink, the porcelain echoing like punctuation.
"curiosity suits you." he leaned forward, forearms resting on his knees now, closing the space just a little again. his voice dropped lower, velvet-dark.
"some wander into places like this and think they’ve walked into danger. something to escape. but not you, no... you came in out of the rain and stayed." his eyes flicked downward, toward the robe. the exposed collarbone. the damp fur still clinging to the curve of an ear.
"which tells me..." a slow breath, a sly smile, "that you’re not just curious. you’re searching." then, with the grace of a predator disguised in silk, he rose from the chaise, walking slowly across the room again—toward boris this time. not rushed. not looming. but undeniably closer. "and what is it, i wonder," he murmured, stopping just a few steps away, "that a creature like you is so desperate to find?"
collaredlove
@furspots ,, Boris bit his lower lip at the heavy air that sat between them during that too long silence , ears twitching , fighting the urge to fold back like a nervous dog . But that's exactly what he was , wondering why such simple words made him feel an odd guilt . Yes , he got curious . That's the only reason he was here . He took the smallest sips of his tea , so tiny it didn't make a noticeable difference to the fullness of the cup until about four or five little drinks in . The wolf listened to Cruell's words , confused about what he meant but something inside him , something instinctual told him to do just that– stay curious . Cruell , that's what he found , and maybe that's all he needed to know .
furspots
cruell watched him settle like he was watching art being framed. a perfect fit. legs tucked just so. that robe hanging off one shoulder. soft light making the fur at his ears glisten faintly. it was all so effortless. like the scene had always been missing him.
duchess gave one slow blink as boris sat. then turned her head slightly, resting her chin on her paws, accepting him with a quiet grace. duke let out the smallest exhale, and finally — finally — turned his head away. the verdict was clear. he belonged. for now. cruell said nothing during the rambling explanation, letting it wash over him like music. the hesitations, the trailing thoughts, the nervous laughter. it wasn’t what was said — it was how. how the voice cracked on the uncertainty. how those glowing eyes flicked from him to the flames. how even now, he tried to explain himself like he owed someone a reason for being. he leaned forward slightly on the chaise, resting an elbow on the armrest, tea cup cradled between long fingers. his smile was faint. real, perhaps, but not soft.
"curious," he echoed. "you got curious." he took another sip, then let silence hang — intentional, heavy, yet strangely gentle. as if making space for boris to sit deeper into his shame or his comfort. either worked.
"well," he said eventually, voice quieter now, "you found something. even if you don’t know what it is yet." another pause. then, smoothly: "if you're smart, bo… you’ll stay curious."