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He hadn't meant to be so transparent, but it had happened without his notice, and now everything just felt so...awkward. He felt like a lost puppy. He felt like a kit. He wanted to be free. He wanted to be tied down. He didn't want this. Oh, he really wanted this. What did he want? Was this what he wanted?
There were no answers to the myriad of questions he had, for both the other cat and himself. This was a fling. He had almost forgotten this was a fling. As the other cat invited him to lie beside him, he swallowed the thickness down. He had never been one to wear his emotions on his sleeve; the slip of his mask, the sudden surprise...that had been a mistake. He shouldn't have shown his true cards. Doefreckle had a point; he had never intended to settle down. He hated the city as much as he loved the freedom it offered; it was nothing like the moors he had grown up in. In a way, wasn't this just an excuse? Falling in love, he didn't think it existed, and this was just him, longing for some companionship after having years without any. Did he really love Doefreckle or were they just two kindred souls?
Was Doefreckle right? Were they just constantly pretending that their loneliness was another way of saying love?
Those were thoughts for another day, and if Hywel was good at anything, it was compartmentalizing. He gave Doefreckle a smile, one that seemed almost genuine this time. "Yeah, don't worry about it," he waved it off dismissively, as if none of that mattered to him. He could pretend, after all.
"Well, if you're still up for it, I had a second part to this surprise." he admitted weakly.
Doe smiled back at Hywel with his head slightly tilted; he was very good at pretending he didn't notice other cats' feelings if they would negatively affect him, so he chose to take Hywel's acceptance at face value and cast aside all the messy, difficult emotions. They were too tricky, and he didn't expect he'd be around long enough to have to deal with any fallout. He tried to ignore how sad, how fearful, the idea of that made him feel. "Good," he murmured gently, with no small amount of finality, touching his nose to Hywel's and scrunching his eyes up in a reassuring little smile. In reality, it was reassuring in the sense he was trying to coax Hywel past these unpleasant complications and into safe territory where there were no strings - selfish and with himself in mind - not because he was actually being comforting. It just made his heart ache, and he was afraid of it. Afraid that he'd be persuaded to give in.
"Of course I'm still up for it," he replied warmly. "Lead the way. And don't let this ruin our time together," he added with a purr, giving Hywel's cheek a little nuzzle. "It's good that we know where we stand. And I'll never say no to being wooed." He gave Hywel a sweet little grin, playful and mischievous and with any awkwardness already behind him.
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Post by achromatic on Aug 30, 2021 17:33:35 GMT -5
It was sort of difficult to regain the confidence he had just moments ago, when the bomb had been dropped so easily on them. He shouldn't have felt this way but despite how much he buried it, he could still feel himself a little more tired than before. He was glad he had other things he had prepared to take his mind off of all of this. He brushed a tongue across the other tom's forehead before leaping from their little ledge, going into the church and up the spiral stairs, glancing at Doefreckle to make sure he was following.
"This cathedral's huge," he whispered in its hallowed halls, "but I think the coolest part is probably the roof. It's a bit of a walk but I think there's this machine the humans use to get to the very top, you know?"
He gestured towards what seemed like a lift, the old ones that were gated shut, ushering the other cat in through the cracks before clawing his way up and pressing a button, falling to the ground as the lift shook, and moved upwards, lifting them to the top.
As the lift finally stopped, he glanced towards Doefreckle with a smile. "Ready?" he asked, as he slipped through the cracks once more, towards a platform where the bells hung, where the towers overlooked the city, as if they were on top of the world.
Doe smiled when Hywel licked his forehead, scrunching one eye shut and looking up at him. Shaking the cold dust from his fur, he stood and followed more slowly after Hywel; unable to jump cleanly from the ledge, he leaned over the edge in a crouch, pawing at the thin air below for a moment before he managed to reach the stone floor and touch it, and then carefully hopped down. He limped after Hywel, missing the look the silver tom threw over his shoulder, too focused on making his way up the stairs. He frowned down at his paws, concentrating. It formed a little crease between his eyes.
This cathedral's huge. Doe looked up at Hywel as he spoke, falling in beside him once they reached the level ground of rough, old floorboards. He smiled almost shyly, blinking at the other tom as he listened - there was something about the way he was whispering, in all that cold, ancient air, that felt intimate, that felt like misbehaving, like quiet wickedness. Or maybe it was the way Hywel's eyes looked when he smiled, full of all that disobedience and light. This time, Doe was too mushy to catch the way he was looking up at the silver tom, to reproach himself for feeling so smitten, so awed, like Hywel was some unknowable creature and he was the unworthy mortal given the gift of trailing after him for a little while. He just sank into the feeling, momentarily forgetting his heart wasn't supposed to be fluttering like that. Wasn't supposed to feel that warm.
You know? Doe didn't know what the question was, or if there had even been one at all. He just hummed a feeble assent. Then, when Hywel gestured to the metal contraption and Doe was forced to drag his gaze away from him, he realised what he'd been talking about. "Oh!" Doe exclaimed - and Hywel was already climbing inside it. Doefreckle hesitated outside for a moment longer, peering at it uncertainly, almost distrustfully, before the need to not look a coward in front of his date won out and he forced himself to slip inside the lift. He was hesitantly slow at first, slipping his head between the gap and being careful about his paw - then, when the metal gates touched his side, he panicked and rushed in. Ears red, he looked at Hywel, panting slightly, and let out a self-mocking laugh, eyes wide and bright. Then Hywel was reaching up to touch something, the lift was rattling, and Doe stumbled slightly and slumped against the side of it to keep his balance.
Ready? Still against the side of the lift, Doe met Hywel's smile with wide eyes. But he nodded all the same and shakily picked his way back out through the latticed door. The second he saw where they were, all his nerves melted away, replaced by silent awe. He sucked in a shallow, shuddery breath, again feeling small and insignificant amid all the beauty, and limped slowly around the high-up bells, head tilted back to look at them. They gleamed in the golden sunlight. Turning his head, Doe limped over to one of the huge, open windows in the tower walls and stopped in front of it, looking out over the city sparkling like water in the late afternoon sun. "It's beautiful," he said quietly, almost heartbreakingly soft - faced with all this, he could hardly feel anything at all. It was all just huge, vast, endless beauty, bigger than he'd ever be. He felt sad, silent, but his soul was at peace. Maybe this was what it was to be still.
Post by achromatic on Sept 12, 2021 17:39:43 GMT -5
Hywel's baby blues shone the same way as a child's eyes would, his eyes darting to Doefreckle's expression, wondering what it was exactly that the tom thought. It was ironic really, that Hywel had spent his life on the plains, all flat ground and rolling hills. His long fur often snagged on branches and he always wavered on the thinner ones, wondering whether he'd meet his fate by plummeting down like a fallen angel, and yet, he found solace in climbing to the top of roofs and overlooking the world like this, perched upon a ledge like a bird. He felt like icarus at a height like this, flying a little too close to the sun, and in a way, when the light shone in the right angle and Doefreckle's brown eyes glowed gold like the molten sun, he understood why his wax wings flew so high.
There were so many things in the other tom's gaze he wasn't sure he was reading it properly. The awe, the surprise, the complex emotions that all lay beneath. It's beautiful. Hywel smiled at that, turning to the city once more. It really was beautiful, he thought. He didn't live for much more than this, and as much as this situation between the two felt awkward, he couldn't help but feel overjoyed that there was someone he could share this with.
"It's funny," he murmured, "I don't believe in the gods of my ancestors, but they seem to follow me everywhere. Look over there–" he murmured, gesturing to one of the decorated pillars, with a familiar design of holly and ivy, and a face found within it. "Even the humans here believed in the three-headed god."
His gaze drifted back to the horizon, the sun in the distance now shining its golden glow of the afternoon across the world. "Sometimes when I look back, I don't remember a lot of my home," he confessed, "but the things i remember feel so mundane too, like I remember my mother telling us stories, I remember trying to catch a mouse with my sister and crashing into her, I remember seeing a sunset atop of a hill...and I felt like when I was in that moment, I'd never have noticed any of that."
It was all about living in the moment, after all, and there were words Hywel had to describe living in this exact moment, but he'd never have the courage to say them out loud. Instead he chuckled quietly to himself. "I guess what I'm saying is...I guess in a way, I'm not that different from my parents. They find their god's face in the trees, and I find mine in the details."
As Hywel spoke, Doefreckle quietly drifted closer, sitting down so his side was almost enveloped by the pale tom's thick fur. He leaned his head gently against him, looking up with his eyes. When Hywel gestured to the carving in the stone, Doe turned his head to follow his gaze, blinking at the face among the twisting ivy with a tender, mournful confusion in his eyes but no recognition. He frowned slightly at the other tom's mention of a three-headed god, his heart speeding up a little - all those things he didn't understand, all those unknowable mysteries; they were as familiar to Hywel as breathing. He shifted his head to look up at Hywel again, still wearing that little frown. He was about to ask the three-headed god? but closed his mouth again, staying silent when he continued on. Listening to these stories felt like something holy, like something sacred, secret; half of Doe was afraid that if he spoke, that if he broke that fragile web of silence, Hywel would close up again. Something had happened at the loch, in that place where gods and monsters and the ancient sky was closer to earth than it was here; Doe had felt it drifting through the air around Hywel like pale spiderwebs from the moment he'd met him. He was just afraid to ask precisely what it was. That fear in itself, that feeling of being drawn to the mystery surrounding Hywel, to the strange dissonance between his warmth and the coldness that clung to his fur like a second life - it was intoxicating. The more time Doe spent with Hywel, the more he felt like he was beginning to drown in something far greater than himself. And despite what he'd told Hywel, despite everything his own mind was telling him, he never wanted to come back up for air.
He leaned gently against Hywel as he continued, surrounded by the other tom's scent. When he mentioned crashing into his sister, Doe smiled and let out a soft hum. As he listened, his gaze wandered slightly from where he was watching Hywel, becoming a little unfocused as he imagined the worlds he described. What he pictured was likely nothing like it really had been - perhaps Doe was romanticising it, or perhaps it was more beautiful, more bleak and magical, than even he could conjure up. He could almost feel his breath fogging in the cold air of the highlands, despite the golden warmth of the church tower surrounding them. More than anything, he wanted to ask Hywel to take him there, to show him the moors and the heather and the brackish burns in the browns of late autumn, to sit with him atop a hill and see a sunset of their own. But he didn't. The way Hywel spoke about it, about all of it... He knew he was never going back. Not for a long time, at least.
When Hywel chuckled, Doe shifted to look up at him properly and press his nose to his cheek, closing his eyes. Shadedsun shared Doe's jaded antipathy towards StarClan, their faith shattered by the same injustices; but the way Hywel spoke about his own impiety, the way he made it sound like... the most beautiful faith, to be faithless, spoke to something aching in Doe's soul. He made it sound like the green wilds, like broken things healed, like warmth in howling winter. Like art, more confident than Doe's own. In that moment, sitting there in the dying sun with old church bells above their heads and dusty stone beneath their paws, with a choir singing hymns far below and the smell of incense clinging to both their fur, Doe suddenly felt like he would never again be able to live without Hywel.
The thought would be something to fear in the early hours of the morning. Now, it just felt like a truth binding them together.
Doe lay down on his side atop the cold stone, the cool breeze ruffling his ear fur, and looked up at Hywel with a small, quiet smile. "Will you tell me about the loch?" he asked softly, voice barely more than a breath. His good paw wisped along Hywel's side, silently asking him to lie down beside him.
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Post by achromatic on Sept 15, 2021 5:40:24 GMT -5
Hywel didn't share the same feelings toward the lock as his sister did. His family had always been complicated, even more so when his sister had been born. She hadn't lived there long; after all, she was barely a couple of moons when they demanded a sacrifice of the cat born on Samhain, the unholy day, lest the rest of the village fell to her curse as their mother did. He didn't know why he had left with blood on his paws; he'd describe it as a moment of insanity, or perhaps years of rage and spite built up into that one moment, a pinnacle of who he was, both a soldier and a brother and a kit abused by the blood he was tied to.
The complex emotions would've taken years to unpack, not a single day, and his brow furrowed for a moment as he gave it some thought. How was he supposed to start? There were so many things about it. The beauty of it all, the way the sun looked cold in the winters, the deer that stared them down when they traipsed through the ferns a little too loudly, the rocks and the heathers and the lakes that reflected the sky so vividly he felt like he was walking through air…
“I don’t know where to start,” he spoke with a quiet chuckle, “I guess the first thing is that the air smells different. From both the forests and the cities around here. The forests smell earthy, and the fields smell like clean grass. It smells warm down here, but up north, it smells cold up there. It’s…it’s sharp and clean…cold has a different smell, you know? Especially when the wind seems to cut through your fur, but some days it’s like wading through cold water when you walk up the hills.”
He turned to Doefreckle with a smile. “Do you want to hear about our legends or the animals that live up there?”
Doe watched as Hywel’s brow furrowed, looking up at him in silence and beginning to worry he would say no. When he started to speak, Doe rested his cheek back against the cold stone and looked up at him, listening; even his own breathing, his own heartbeat, sounded quiet to him, so lost in the highlands of Hywel’s words. He shouldn’t have been so achingly enamoured with the stories of the far-off moors - he should have felt that familiar, uneasy stab of old pain at the description of the cold, so similar to the ice of the mountains he and Shadedsun had braved to find their daughter. But he didn’t. He was just in love with it with the breathless romanticism of a dreamer shackled to the earth.
When Hywel smiled at him, Doe smiled back, looking both wistfully sad at the world he would never get to see and hopelessly captivated, his eyes wide and his teeth showing slightly in a small, messy grin. It made him look incredibly young. “Both,” he replied, and even his voice was different, quieter but full of life, all the walls down and the unbroken eagerness of his apprenticeship set back in their place. He sat up a little. “Either. Anything. I want…” He fell silent for a moment, the Doefreckle he was now warring with the Doepaw he had been - he looked down at his paws, frowning for a heartbeat, looking confused, like he was having some internal argument (‘you’ll give him all the wrong signals’ ‘well, what’s the harm in that?’ ‘you know the harm in that’ ‘but I want to know!’). Finally, he looked back up at Hywel with a softer, gentler look, his eyes quieter, calmer, almost sheepishly apologetic, like he was asking for something he knew he had no right to ask for. He lowered himself back down. “I want all of you that you’ll give me,” he finished, a little more confidently but with his ears still slightly tilted back and his chin tucked slightly in, aware of the guilt he ought to have felt.
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Post by achromatic on Sept 19, 2021 17:04:06 GMT -5
Hywel's soft smile was both wistful and sad, all at the same time. "There were plenty of similar animals...we had crows and rabbits all the same, the occasional vole and mouse as well, but squirrels were pretty rare up north. It was pretty dangerous too; there were foxes and badgers a plenty, but there were hawks too, these large birds that could snatch a couple of kits and be on its merry way. Most of the time, kits weren't allowed out of their dens until they were old enough to learn how to fight, and even then, they were supervised by the elders half the time...but the other animals! There were deer all over the place, and these creatures...they were big and shaggy with pointed horns, I think the humans raised them too. They had fur across their eyes and shaggy fur everywhere....they were pretty gentle too. If you ever see a group of them while you're chased by a fox, it was pretty easy to duck behind them too."
Hywel was talking about the highland cattle, the gentle giants he had seen across his journeys. He gave Doefreckle a grin. "There were plenty of water animals too in the streams...some creatures would build dams to prevent the rivers from flowing."
He smiled wistfully again. "A lot of our stories were tied to the animals and the plants up north too," he murmured, before chuckling to himself, "though sometimes I think my mother told us things to keep us from misbehaving. There were things like how crows and ravens could see the future sometimes, and how some cats could see through birds' eyes...and how there were creatures in the dark, waiting to steal kits away if they misbehaved, and that we should protect our hearts and souls or they'll steal those away too."
He shook his head. "They sound kind of silly, but I guess all of the stories we're told as kits sound silly when we're grown up, right?"
“I don’t think they sound silly,” Doefreckle replied quietly, heartbreakingly earnest, ducking his head to catch Hywel’s eye. “They sound… so free.” There was something wistful, almost bitter, in his own voice now. “Here, there are no stories but ones of tyrants and gods and StarClan. There’s no room for creativity in the Clans, no room for… thought. You question StarClan and you’re a heretic, apt to bring the sky crashing down around everyone you love. You dare to imagine a crow might be beautiful and you’re tempting SunClan’s wrath. You look beyond the border of the same hundred trees you’ve walked between your whole life, the trees you’re going to die among without ever having seen anything else, and you’re a traitor. That... tie to nature. We don’t have that. There are no kit stories that don’t involve some bad cat creeping into the nursery and stealing them away, no legends that aren’t about cats who actually lived. Imagination is like poison to the Clans.”
Doe looked up at Hywel from where his gaze had wandered down first to the streets below, orange in the evening sunlight, and then to his own paws against the cathedral stone. His face ached from frowning and he forced it to smooth, his eyes softening once more. “What was the three-headed god?” he asked, voice little more than a breath. The idea of plants, of trees, being holy was enchanting to him. More than that, Hywel telling him about them was. His voice, his little laughs and little smiles, the look he got in his eyes - it was like Doe could look into them and see the highlands for himself, see the deer and jagged hills and deep green. It was like falling in love with winter itself, in the form of the warmest spring.
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Post by achromatic on Sept 20, 2021 12:11:09 GMT -5
Hywel nodded at Doefreckle's words, trying to understand. He still didn't know what StarClan really was, only that it was the religion they believed around the forest, or at least one of them. He was curious, but the next thing he knew, Doefreckle was asking about the three headed god. Right. He wasn't fond of it at all. Perhaps he felt the same about that as Doefreckle felt about StarClan.
"The god represents everything around us," he murmured, but his three heads all give different things. His first head, foliate head, blesses those who see it with life, but the disgorging head takes that away." He gave Doefreckle a faint smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, as if he was conflicted about this whole story. "You can always tell the difference, the first one smiles and is surrounded by leaves but the second one holds the leaves in its mouth like it's eating poison."
He stopped for a moment, before speaking. "The third one is rarely seen, but it's the bloodsucker's head and...well, up north they believe he's the one to sacrifice to. If he listens, he can bring a cat back to life...though I'm sure it's just a story."
Hywel's interest turned to Doefreckle. "What is StarClan? I've heard the word a couple of times, but I want to know what they are."
Doefreckle listened quietly, resting his cheek on his forepaws and blinking up at Hywel. When the silver tom smiled at him he just blinked back at him, his gaze sombre and young. The way he spoke about leaves and gods and poison made him shiver, but it sounded beautiful. All that green, all that magic. At Hywel's mention of cats brought back to life, Doe swallowed uneasily and let out a low, shaky "mm."
And then he was asking about StarClan. Doe sighed, wanting to stay in the world of the highlands, not in the mundaneness of his own life, and rolled his head to tuck his muzzle between his paws and close his eyes. He stayed like that for a moment before rolling onto his back to look up at Hywel. His good forepaw absently reached out and rested against the other tom's shoulder, burying itself into his thick fur so his own calico was barely visible. "They're our ancestors. Like I said, no imagination. Nothing we can't see and touch." There was scorn in his voice. As he continued, he sounded like a militant little apprentice reciting a lesson. "If you lived an obedient and honourable life, hunting for your Clan and fighting nobly, you go to StarClan. If you don't, you don't. Sometimes even if you do, you don't. It's very confusing. When a leader is chosen - by StarClan -" he gave Hywel a quick look with his brows quirked, like he was telling him off for forgetting the all-importance of their warrior ancestors; he deflated back to hooded-eyed derision a second later, "they go to the Moon Creek to receive their nine lives. When they're there, nine cats who meant something special to them while they were alive - or who just, y'know, represent the lives if they're running short and need to pad out the ranks - give them to the leader. Very painful, so I've heard. Wouldn't know." There was bitterness there among the flippant irreverence. His eyes wandered everywhere as he spoke. "They also... send prophecies to medicine cats, judge you for your piety and life choices, that sort of thing. Very judgemental lot. And really, when all they are is your grandmother who might have been really good at catching mice telling you to be a better cat, you can see how quite a few cats might have gotten a bit fed up with them."
His tail tip twitched against the stone irritably, his eyes focused on the towering arch above his head. When he suddenly remembered who he was lying next to, he started and visibly relaxed, turning his head to look at Hywel and offering him a goofy, sheepish little half-grin. "Sorry."
Post by achromatic on Sept 21, 2021 16:54:16 GMT -5
The sarcasm made the tom's lips twitch in amusement. Ancestors, huh? It must've been strange for a cat to be visited by their ancestors. Perhaps for a cat who had a relationship with their parents, who truly did live an exemplar life, this would sound like a gift, to seek advice from those who had gone before them, to those who watched from above...to Hywel and perhaps, to Doefreckle, that just sounded like a nightmare. He had never had a good relationship with his father; if he wasn't high on catnip somewhere mourning their dead mother, he was claws and a heavy thump to his head, sending him sprawling to the ground. He didn't even think he could remember nine cats that meant anything to him. His mother, perhaps. Once, he had looked to her memory with such a loving-kindness and now? Now all he knew was that if she could see him, watch him from above, she'd certainly be disappointed with the cat he had become.
Then again, who was she to talk? She had left them in the paws of the cruelest cat he knew back then. She was the one who allowed all of this to happen. It wasn't her fault but it was. It was her fault. He hated her. No, he loved her, he hated her, he missed her like a kit who missed his mother. He wanted her back. He'd kill her if she hadn't done it herself. He was furious with her, but was he? Or was he just furious with his father?
His brow had furrowed automatically at the talk of warrior ancestors, unbeknownst to him. The tension could be felt in the ripple of his shoulders for that brief tense moment...and his head immediately jerked upwards at the mention of lives. Nine lives? His blood seemed to freeze for a moment, as he swallowed thickly. And he thought they were cruel up north to trade a life for another in sacrifice...but nine?
"They kill nine cats?" he whispered, looking almost horrified, "whenever a cat becomes the leader?"
It took Doe a second to realise what Hywel was talking about. Then, as soon as he did, he was laughing, open-mouthed and genuine and uncontrollable. “No,” he managed through his own laughter, his voice a childishly delighted purr and his eyes, his whole face, lit up. He looked young, carefree, his eyes crinkled and smooshed up and his grin soft as sunshine. He pushed against Hywel’s shoulder with his forepaws, his head tipping back slightly, giggling anew at the horrified confusion on the tom’s face. “The cats are already dead. They don’t kill ‘em.”
Still letting out little bursts of laughter, Doe scooted closer to Hywel and met his gaze for a heartbeat, any remaining tension slipping from the calico like warm water, before burying his face in the silver tom’s neck fluff. “Honestly, it’s a good thing you’re pretty. Himbo,” he added teasingly, looking up at Hywel through his lashes with a little rabbit grin on his face and his eyes glowing in the late sunlight.
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Post by achromatic on Sept 22, 2021 10:33:41 GMT -5
Hywel didn't seem to realize the mistake he had made, and at first, Doe's laughter made his brow twist in confusion. What exactly was funny about sacrificing nine cats to make an immortal cat? Surely Rhiannon might've found it hilarious but her sense of humour was always a bit twisted–she was just joking about finding immortality, right? Surely she didn't believe in all the things she said–but he couldn't imagine Doefreckle, sweet, sensitive Doefreckle, to find these sort of jokes hilarious.
Then he realized what the other cat meant. Oh. Well, that was certainly different from what he had imagined. "Right," he laughed uneasily, pretending as if he didn't totally just imagine something completely different. So they were existing dead cats, not the same sort of rituals they had in their land up north. Well that was a relief. In a way he was glad he didn't have to explain his own train of thought if Doefreckle only assumed he was making a joke. "I was going to ask what kind of barbaric society you lived in but I guess it's not a big deal anymore," he replied with a giggle despite knowing that was exactly the barbarism his hometown was famous for.
Doefreckle grinned, lying down on his back with the back of his head resting on the stone between Hywel’s forepaws and his eyes squinting up joyfully at him, directly below the other tom. “Yes, SummerClan is notoriously barbaric,” he laughed. “All those flowers never stood a chance.” Leaning up, Doe gave Hywel a quick kiss before quickly settling back down, smiling up at him with sparkling, mischievous eyes. “I’m glad you thought me worthy of a second… third?” He frowned for a moment, his large ears perking so fully they almost touched together and his pupils darting to the corner of his eyes as he thought, before he softened again, “- second-third date. Even if you smell like an awful League cat.” He grinned, sweet and boyish.
“I thought for sure you’d’ve found some hot, evil guy with the perfect villain laugh and a thousand sexy scars. I only have about a hundred. And some of them are in really hard to find, private places.” The bottom of his eyes scrunched up slightly as his voice lowered to a hushed, intimate whisper, his soft brows giving a little flirtatious twitch together.
Post by achromatic on Sept 23, 2021 18:02:02 GMT -5
He rolled his eyes, glad that they had skipped over that topic. He'd hate to explain where his assumptions had come from, after all. Still, he chuckled at the comment. "You never know, maybe all those flower crowns are just a distraction," he teased, "and you're actually some assassin sent to slit my throat."
Hywel smiled in return at Doefreckle's words. "Of course," he grinned, nuzzling the other tom's cheek, "and maybe if I'm lucky, you'll give me a fourth and a fifth too." He rolled his eyes at the mention of a hot evil guy; he had met a couple and flirted with even more, but hey, evil guys seemed rather preoccupied with whatever nefarious plans they had. No, this was a lot better.
"I mean we could always be romantics, I can do a dramatic gasp of 'oh no! what happened!' and I can kiss your every boo boo while you tell me the story behind them," he teased, the cheeky grin returning to his face.
"Only a fifth?" Doefreckle teased back softly, smiling up at Hywel from where he lay on his back beneath him. It wasn't really a joke. More a humiliatingly unsubtle hope to the contrary.
At the other tom's taunting, Doe rolled his eyes and sputtered a stupid laugh, looking away, his nose and the insides of his ears going bright red like they had when Hywel had make that screaming joke in the wildflower meadow. "You're so stupid," he replied, like he was so high and mighty and disapproved. He still wasn't looking at Hywel, his cheek resting on the other tom's forepaw as he gazed over at a carved side wall and waited for his ears to stop burning and go back to normal. "I can't even flirt with you without you making dumb jokes." His voice was prissy, and there was a little heat to it, but it wasn't real; he was just embarrassed by the fact he felt anything for Hywel at all, especially enough to care what he thought of him. But the fact that Doefreckle hadn't moved away from Hywel showed he wasn't really mad; he just wanted to be elaborately apologised to and fussed over. He continued to look away from the tom above him, sucking on his own cheek slightly as he glowered childishly at the opposite wall.
Post by achromatic on Sept 25, 2021 17:37:09 GMT -5
He hadn't expected Doefreckle to be offended by the little joke he had, but he seemed a little upset, and Hywel wasn't sure whether it was truly something he was upset about, or whether it was just a joke at the wrong time. "I didn't mean anything mean by that, honestly," he spoke, pushing his muzzle into Doefreckle's side, "you know I don't mean it." Hywel didn't know what exactly upset the other tom, but he intended to find out, after all. "Come on, talk to me. What do you have against my dumb jokes? Did I say something wrong?"
"Noo~" Doefreckle replied, any momentary annoyance vanishing when Hywel pushed his muzzle into his side, making him wobble slightly. Now he was just stubbornly, almost playfully bratty, a little smile twitching at the corner of his mouth that he managed to keep down and replace with an even deeper frown. If Hywel wanted to be with Doe, or at least spend more time with him, he'd have to get used to the bouts of mean girl melodrama. With most of SummerClan, he managed to keep up the more mature, considered pretence; but really, he was just a prima donna. There was no real reason for any of it, and it was therefore harmless, as anyone who spent time around him would understand; he just liked being fussed over. "I'm fine~" He rolled onto his side away from Hywel, looking out at the golden city and twitching his tail tip as he waited for what he hoped would be some sucking up.
