tranquillus: (if you built yourself a myth)
ᴍᴀᴋɪ ([personal profile] tranquillus) wrote in [community profile] prismatica2020-01-04 05:04 pm

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Need a pet store
Have a cat
Not a person
Real cat


[ Just to clarify on both avenues that 1) this is not a moonblessing situation, and 2) this is not a kinky petplay thing!! ]

Also need moonlacing
Or fighting
Not for the cat
For me
Don't ask for pictures
If interested tell me


[ Yes this is basically a booty call, just not as explicit of one. ]
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[personal profile] cadeuces 2020-03-07 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
( He's certainly seen her photos without, where she's about 60% less Fluff and horn-free, when her smile doesn't carry an edge of a predator. But so does his, as she finds out. A far greater one than any canid. But while he looks tense, he doesn't seem to pose any threat to her, either. She isn't the least bit afraid of him. He just looks exhausted.

And to her question and his eventual non-verbal response as he reaches for the hem to strip off, Angela will take the initiative to close the door quickly and turn the deadbolt over, turning back around with a quiet sigh and seeing... well. There's quite a lot to take in. The scars, the excess hair, the bandaging blooming with blood (she's smelled it since he opened the door, but no smell of decay or infection, so...). And the tattoo is certainly unique. Are those bull horns at the bottom?? Angie was about to scoop up the shirt, but the cat dives for it and she'll just smile and shake her head, leaving it be. )


Hmm, like a coffee bean? I could get behind that.

( She'll tip her head and lead the way into the living room and gesture for him to sit on the sofa before setting the glassware with the pasta down, then getting out her aid kit. Have a seat, mister. Let her get that cloth cut off and have a good look. )
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[personal profile] cadeuces 2020-03-09 09:48 am (UTC)(link)
( If his nose turns to her, she seems to find it expected. She knows she emanates clove and vanilla strong enough to smell like she'd just stepped out of a kitchen, slaving over an oven of winter spice cookies all week— but he makes no mention or motion to do anything but obey her gesture to sit, while she perches on the edge of the coffee table before him, knees between his own as she pulls on a sterile pair of gloves.

Her fingertips curl in with a "give it" motion for his arm, taking his hand to rest on her shoulder with a bend at the elbow, where she can predict the drip of eventual antiseptic. The kit is opened up and bandage scissors produced, rounded end slipping under the cloth and carefully peeling it away from congealing blood. She tries quite hard not to hurt him, though the silky tail of hers wagging gently across the coffee table is probably a bit confusing. She's just glad he's letting her help. She'll be quick, promise. )


Oh! Well, I don't love edamame as much as I love coffee, but I do love edamame. He's very cute. And he still looks quite young; I'm sure he's a handful. Can you hold this here?

( A towel at his elbow, as she unscrews the cap on a tiny bottle of hydrogen peroxide she'll go ahead and tip onto the gunshot wound if he obliges, gently kneading to be sure it sinks in as deep as it can and works through to flush any debris out. )
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[personal profile] cadeuces 2020-03-23 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
( It sets her mind at ease to work the disinfectant into his wound and not feel the tell-tale lead and copper buried in muscle, and it seems to have tried to heal for a couple of days, though any changes of bandaging and her own work had seen any attempted scabs pulled free.

Frustration bakes off him even as he assists without hesitation, hole in his arm fizzling as it leaks through the back and eats up any bacteria inside, flushing gunpowder and congealed blood out.

The command to work faster just earns him a dubious little glance, but her voice is gentle when she answers. )


Just another minute or so; you don't want to rush the cleaning process or you're going to be in significantly more pain when it begins to fester later. I'll use dermal glue to seal you up. Shall I distract you while I work?

( The swish of her tail picks up, ears perking with the edge of her smile, leaning just a little closer. She's only teasing, but— it is prime kissing distance. She runs another flush through, pressure gentle as she urges as much liquid out as she can, and then she's attaching a sterile, disposable syringe to the dermal glue to insert and apply. Whether he takes her up on it or no, she glues him up without a hitch. It will take a few layers on the outside ends, before she'll bandage it, but she can keep him occupied. )