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nyandereneko) wrote2019-07-03 08:00 am
nyandereneko) wrote2019-07-03 08:00 am
Entry tags:
Precious
Word Count: 1,281
Summary: Ever since discovering one of his greatest weaknesses, Nova can’t help but exploit it whenever the opportunity arises.
*Author’s Note*: My first fic with Des (this guy from a webcomic you should definitely check out)…and it features this sappy fluffy shit despite our tumultuous pre-relationship dynamic lmao. I guess I just can’t help myself and will most likely be jumping around between pre and post relationship garbage for when we’re in denial and when we’re SoftTM. Idk how my selfship even falls in with the canon plot, but I do know Des definitely had a grudge against Nova when they first met, and eventually he doesn’t, regardless of the events that transpire during or between any of that…anyway. I also reference some physical things about the nature of the type of species they are in this story that won’t make sense if you don’t know the series so…if you want to know just ask I guess lol. I hope you enjoy!
“Do you like it when I do this?”
“You know you don’t have to ask.”
“Well, I like to anyway.”
He was telling the truth—she didn’t need to ask. Of course she already knew the answer, but she still appreciated getting to see the evidence of his happily thumping tail, which always validated her assumption. Hands massaging just behind his floppy white ears, scratching them affectionately before gently combing her fingers through his sky-blue tufts. It was a soothing pattern he’d come to appreciate more than words could say. Part of him was a little relieved about that.
His eyes were closed, and his breathing was slow and even; she kept his head cradled in her lap as she continued, watching over him with a warm, tender gaze. He was sitting on the floor in front of her, resting against her as if this was the most comfortable spot in the world. It was rare to see him like this, if she ever did at all…but recently, he’d started becoming a bit more lenient when it came to sharing his vulnerable side with her. Ever since he’d come to terms with the fact that he didn’t truly despise her, and she’d taken the risk of confronting the state of their chaotic feelings head on, things had become much more amiable between them. Amiable to the point of romantic, actually.
She hated to admit it, but she’d found him stunning from the moment he’d first graced her with his presence. Soft hair, soft eyes, despite the dagger sharp glare he’d fixed her with, probably hoping that alone would be enough to make her vanish from his sight. His burning scarlet gaze had almost been intense enough to set her ablaze, and part of her wondered if that’s what he’d been hoping for, too. The idea that she’d be staying in close proximity with him, working with him, sharing the same space he’d long since claimed as his own…it’d clearly taken all his self-control not to vehemently challenge the king’s orders in a dissatisfied outburst the moment he was informed of the arrangement.
She hadn’t understood his seething animosity at first, although she was more than aware of the importance of being cautious of strangers, no matter how hospitable they may seem. Accosted at the hands of heartless bandits, she also knew what it was like to feel a boiling, unbridled disdain for the people who had wronged her. Putting herself in his shoes, after she learned the true root of his contempt, she found it hard to blame him for his attitude. She’d also been a criminal at the time, but if the king saw fit to release her without labeling her as a nuisance or burden, what right did his general have to question that judgment so obstinately? If the king saw potential in her skills and wanted to make the most of them, what was it going to take to make the general see her in the same light?
She didn’t have to ask those kinds of questions anymore, didn’t have to aimlessly wonder if there would ever come a time when they’d both see eye to eye. If he would ever be able to see past the thick, obscuring veil he’d put in place to prevent him from ever growing too compassionate towards his self-designated adversaries. Nowadays she wasn’t as embarrassed to admit her initial weakness for him; when she looked back on those memories, she usually tended to feel a little silly for how easily she’d fallen for him. They’d both wasted so much valuable time bickering and quarreling, with her deigning to participate in his game of mutual loathing that wasn’t even fully realized on either side. She’d only really been persuaded to engage by the idea that she could alter his perception of her if she adhered to his flawed one and took measures to gradually amend it.
He shifted and she snapped out of her thoughts, adjusting her focus to the present. He tilted his head up and met her gaze, his crimson eyes accented with an expression of relaxation and fondness. She blushed despite herself, and he cocked his head to the side in confusion, drawing himself up until he was situated with his arms folded over her legs. Without saying a word, she rubbed behind his ears for a little longer and he melted into her hands, prompting her to let her guard down just a smidge. Apparently, that’d all been part of his plan, and she became starkly aware of that fact as he pushed himself up until his lips managed to find hers.
This wasn’t the first time they’d done something like this, and it definitely wouldn’t be the last, but that didn’t stop her from becoming helplessly flustered. Heart racing and breath coming in quick, quiet gasps, Nova fought against her own reactionary instincts. She was inclined to shove him away, or pull him closer, mind clouded with the flood of emotion his bold yet simple action had aroused. She kept holding his face, supporting it as he remained level with her, pushing her back into the cushions as he struggled to keep his balance. He was leaning over her quite significantly now, and her fingers fanned out and dug against his skin, tangling in the stray pieces of hair that got trapped by her grip.
She took a deep, subtle breath and guided him closer, joining their lips for the second time. If it hadn’t been obvious before, the swishing of his tail was more than prominent now, his ears perked up just slightly as she kept her hands and lips moving. Her ears, on the other hand, were folded back and slightly to the side, indicative of the surprising calm being with him this way could bring her. Relief at not having to hide things anymore, not having to pretend, not having to keep part of herself locked away even as it fought against her every restraint. How she’d come to fall in love with him, she still wasn’t entirely sure, but she knew that’s what this was. He knew what he felt was the same, and rather than fighting it, he also came to the conclusion that acquiescing to the emotions bubbling inside him rather than perpetually tamping them down really was the best—if not the only—course of action.
“You’re precious to me…” he muttered against her lips, and she leaned back just enough to get a read on his dreamy expression.
“You’re precious to me, too,” she echoed his words, stiffening as he shifted and cupped her face, tapping his horn against where hers should have been. “And despite what we’ve gone through, I wouldn’t want things any other way.”
“Because then we wouldn’t have met?” he finished for her, adjusting to sit next to her as he enveloped her in his arms.
“Yeah, although I guess it may not have been impossible for different circumstances to end up yielding a similar outcome.”
“Regardless of what we’ve had to go through, I’m glad we met, too,” he continued thoughtfully. “And since we can’t change the past, accepting that maybe it was all worth it to end up where we are now makes the sting a little less potent, don’t you think?”
She nodded and curled against his chest, twisting her fingers in his shirt as she closed her eyes and listened to the rhythm of his heart. “That’s one way to rationalize things. I definitely think it’s better than dwelling on the bad.”
Nuzzling her hair, he gave her back a comforting stroke before settling his arm around her. “I couldn’t agree more.”
Summary: Ever since discovering one of his greatest weaknesses, Nova can’t help but exploit it whenever the opportunity arises.
*Author’s Note*: My first fic with Des (this guy from a webcomic you should definitely check out)…and it features this sappy fluffy shit despite our tumultuous pre-relationship dynamic lmao. I guess I just can’t help myself and will most likely be jumping around between pre and post relationship garbage for when we’re in denial and when we’re SoftTM. Idk how my selfship even falls in with the canon plot, but I do know Des definitely had a grudge against Nova when they first met, and eventually he doesn’t, regardless of the events that transpire during or between any of that…anyway. I also reference some physical things about the nature of the type of species they are in this story that won’t make sense if you don’t know the series so…if you want to know just ask I guess lol. I hope you enjoy!
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“Do you like it when I do this?”
“You know you don’t have to ask.”
“Well, I like to anyway.”
He was telling the truth—she didn’t need to ask. Of course she already knew the answer, but she still appreciated getting to see the evidence of his happily thumping tail, which always validated her assumption. Hands massaging just behind his floppy white ears, scratching them affectionately before gently combing her fingers through his sky-blue tufts. It was a soothing pattern he’d come to appreciate more than words could say. Part of him was a little relieved about that.
His eyes were closed, and his breathing was slow and even; she kept his head cradled in her lap as she continued, watching over him with a warm, tender gaze. He was sitting on the floor in front of her, resting against her as if this was the most comfortable spot in the world. It was rare to see him like this, if she ever did at all…but recently, he’d started becoming a bit more lenient when it came to sharing his vulnerable side with her. Ever since he’d come to terms with the fact that he didn’t truly despise her, and she’d taken the risk of confronting the state of their chaotic feelings head on, things had become much more amiable between them. Amiable to the point of romantic, actually.
She hated to admit it, but she’d found him stunning from the moment he’d first graced her with his presence. Soft hair, soft eyes, despite the dagger sharp glare he’d fixed her with, probably hoping that alone would be enough to make her vanish from his sight. His burning scarlet gaze had almost been intense enough to set her ablaze, and part of her wondered if that’s what he’d been hoping for, too. The idea that she’d be staying in close proximity with him, working with him, sharing the same space he’d long since claimed as his own…it’d clearly taken all his self-control not to vehemently challenge the king’s orders in a dissatisfied outburst the moment he was informed of the arrangement.
She hadn’t understood his seething animosity at first, although she was more than aware of the importance of being cautious of strangers, no matter how hospitable they may seem. Accosted at the hands of heartless bandits, she also knew what it was like to feel a boiling, unbridled disdain for the people who had wronged her. Putting herself in his shoes, after she learned the true root of his contempt, she found it hard to blame him for his attitude. She’d also been a criminal at the time, but if the king saw fit to release her without labeling her as a nuisance or burden, what right did his general have to question that judgment so obstinately? If the king saw potential in her skills and wanted to make the most of them, what was it going to take to make the general see her in the same light?
She didn’t have to ask those kinds of questions anymore, didn’t have to aimlessly wonder if there would ever come a time when they’d both see eye to eye. If he would ever be able to see past the thick, obscuring veil he’d put in place to prevent him from ever growing too compassionate towards his self-designated adversaries. Nowadays she wasn’t as embarrassed to admit her initial weakness for him; when she looked back on those memories, she usually tended to feel a little silly for how easily she’d fallen for him. They’d both wasted so much valuable time bickering and quarreling, with her deigning to participate in his game of mutual loathing that wasn’t even fully realized on either side. She’d only really been persuaded to engage by the idea that she could alter his perception of her if she adhered to his flawed one and took measures to gradually amend it.
He shifted and she snapped out of her thoughts, adjusting her focus to the present. He tilted his head up and met her gaze, his crimson eyes accented with an expression of relaxation and fondness. She blushed despite herself, and he cocked his head to the side in confusion, drawing himself up until he was situated with his arms folded over her legs. Without saying a word, she rubbed behind his ears for a little longer and he melted into her hands, prompting her to let her guard down just a smidge. Apparently, that’d all been part of his plan, and she became starkly aware of that fact as he pushed himself up until his lips managed to find hers.
This wasn’t the first time they’d done something like this, and it definitely wouldn’t be the last, but that didn’t stop her from becoming helplessly flustered. Heart racing and breath coming in quick, quiet gasps, Nova fought against her own reactionary instincts. She was inclined to shove him away, or pull him closer, mind clouded with the flood of emotion his bold yet simple action had aroused. She kept holding his face, supporting it as he remained level with her, pushing her back into the cushions as he struggled to keep his balance. He was leaning over her quite significantly now, and her fingers fanned out and dug against his skin, tangling in the stray pieces of hair that got trapped by her grip.
She took a deep, subtle breath and guided him closer, joining their lips for the second time. If it hadn’t been obvious before, the swishing of his tail was more than prominent now, his ears perked up just slightly as she kept her hands and lips moving. Her ears, on the other hand, were folded back and slightly to the side, indicative of the surprising calm being with him this way could bring her. Relief at not having to hide things anymore, not having to pretend, not having to keep part of herself locked away even as it fought against her every restraint. How she’d come to fall in love with him, she still wasn’t entirely sure, but she knew that’s what this was. He knew what he felt was the same, and rather than fighting it, he also came to the conclusion that acquiescing to the emotions bubbling inside him rather than perpetually tamping them down really was the best—if not the only—course of action.
“You’re precious to me…” he muttered against her lips, and she leaned back just enough to get a read on his dreamy expression.
“You’re precious to me, too,” she echoed his words, stiffening as he shifted and cupped her face, tapping his horn against where hers should have been. “And despite what we’ve gone through, I wouldn’t want things any other way.”
“Because then we wouldn’t have met?” he finished for her, adjusting to sit next to her as he enveloped her in his arms.
“Yeah, although I guess it may not have been impossible for different circumstances to end up yielding a similar outcome.”
“Regardless of what we’ve had to go through, I’m glad we met, too,” he continued thoughtfully. “And since we can’t change the past, accepting that maybe it was all worth it to end up where we are now makes the sting a little less potent, don’t you think?”
She nodded and curled against his chest, twisting her fingers in his shirt as she closed her eyes and listened to the rhythm of his heart. “That’s one way to rationalize things. I definitely think it’s better than dwelling on the bad.”
Nuzzling her hair, he gave her back a comforting stroke before settling his arm around her. “I couldn’t agree more.”