EMPUSA || Lucille (sanguineness) wrote in landvik_logs, @ 2013-04-30 06:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | !demon, !vampire, esther, micah |
Who: Esther Glass [glass] & Micah Hartford [sanguineness]
When: Before all the kidnappings.
Where: Micah's place.
What: Cuddle time, come on tell your friends.
Warnings: Esther being adorable as usual. Sugar rushes may occur.
Rating: G.
Esther thought it was too quiet. That was not an unusual thing in Micah’s home, but she couldn’t even sense any hint of him which made her wonder if he had gone out while she had been napping on his couch. Doggy Esther rolled a little on her side, and stretched awkwardly - four pays scattered in different directions as she struggled to ease back to full consciousness. Didn’t work so well since she was sleepy as fuck. The snowy afternoons made her so tired, plus being on probation left her a lot of free time. Her mind wandered back to Tyler and she toyed with the possibility of getting up and heading back to Vinter to see him. However, she was still struggling with things there; nothing that was Tyler’s fault and so she was trying her best to be normal. Except Esther didn’t feel normal. She felt like pieces of herself had been pried apart and then something had been shoved inside her chest that didn’t quite belong there. She flicked her tail and licked her paw. Maybe she could draw Micah into giving her a nice hot bath and scrub her- it was one of her favorite things to have done. Those hopes in mind, Esther got up and bounced off the couch, she perked her ears up and sniffed trying to catch scent of the other, but instead just padded across to his bedroom. Maybe he was sleeping. If so... well, he was about to be disturbed. -- Micah was, in fact, sleeping. Afternoons tended to exhaust him in general. Vampire thing. While the sun was up, he always felt more tired but waves of exhaustion seemed to overwhelm him during the late afternoon. It didn't help that he actually felt tired for once - real tired. With everything assaulting him seemingly at once - the murder he'd committed in March, Vinter's crime rate getting worse and worse, his feelings and Esther's feelings, they all seemed to finally weigh down on him. With the hellhound napping on his couch, Micah made sure there was a blanket nearby for her to nose her way underneath if she needed to. He also made sure to have a rubber ball out for her in case she woke up and he was still asleep. Heading toward his bedroom, he tried to clear his mind before hitting the bed. When he laid down, he rolled over onto his stomach, arms crossed over his head and drifted off into a restless sleep. Every couple of minutes he would start - waking from the dreams of Adrian's death, of the murder until finally his mind seemed to settle. -- Esther nosed open the bedroom door quietly and stuck her head in. She could spot Micah’s body on the bed, resting and she wagged her tail out of habit (it didn’t matter that no one else could see) before she padded over to him quietly. For a moment there was an overwhelming urge to just run to him and pounce, but he seemed so tired. Something vulnerable almost in his position that caused Esther to take pause and not want to break the moment. Instead she placed her head on the mattress and stared at him. The bed seemed so inviting to jump on, but the hellhound reigned in that instinct and instead shifted so now her hands were on the edge. Esther rose to her feet and undid her shoes before creeping quietly on all fours onto the bed. The mattress dipped slightly under her weight but she tried as best as she could to just lay there quietly by Micah and not make a sound. She wriggled a little, her back to him as she rested on her side. Esther closed her eyes and tried to sleep a little more. -- Though Esther had barely made a sound and her movements were gentle, Micah stirred a little. He turned his face toward the new weight added to the bed, opened one eye and was greeted with the back of Esther's head. He couldn't help but smile at her, even though she couldn't see it. "You shouldn't try so hard to be quiet, " he murmured, voice still thick with sleep. "vampire hearing. I could hear a gnat flutter its wings." --- “Oh...” Esther had the grace to look a little sheepish from where she sat, “Yeah, but you seemed so tired, I didn’t mean to wake you.” Oh well, now that he was awake Esther turned towards him very decisively and lifted his arm so she could tuck herself underneath it, before throwing her legs over his back. Once that level of cuddling was complete she smiled at him and wriggle as close as she could. Hello. Hello, hi, hi, hello. “We can sleep another while, it is only mid-afternoon.” -- "It's fine." He smiled right back at her. He imagined if she'd been in her hound form, she'd be wagging her tail right about now. He moved so one arm was around her, welcoming her to cuddle in closer. "One of the benefits of being an old man is that I can fall right back to sleep." --- “You’re not an old man.” Esther replied softly, lifting her face to brush their noses together in an eskimo kiss. “Just lie about your age if asked, you don’t look a day over your mid-twenties.” Though she assumed that people with sense would be able to get a feel of Micah: that is the older aura he sometimes carried with him. It was hard to miss in the way he spoke, and held himself. She smiled and settled in comfortable - she was feeling more awake by the minute but she would be a cuddle-bug and stay where she was for a long while unless moved. “We can get you a cane if you’d like though, or maybe we should take you to a hairdresser and change your style. Be all hipster and everything.” Esther shut her eyes and sighed contently. --- He grinned. "I'm an old man. Looks are deceiving with immortals." He didn't pull away from the eskimo kiss and felt himself reciprocating. It's not something he would've done with anyone else, but Esther made affection easy for him. "Not sure about a cane. Maybe a monocle? Be an ultra hipster. The king of hipsters." --- Esther touched his face, tracing his eye socket as if she were drawing a monocle on- “A monocle could look nice, I see it.” She twisted her fingers making a circle against the skin that had just been brushed by her fingertips. “Yeah, that.” There was a soft laugh and she dropped her hand. “Not sure the world is ready for the king of hipsters though.” --- Micah couldn't help smiling back. Things were nice with Esther around. Life was nicer with Esther around. "You don't think so? I can split the crown. You could be the queen of hipsters. We can get you some thick-rimmed glasses." He paused, going for dramatic thoughtfulness. "A tiara is too mainstream, though. We'd have to think of another way to crown you." ---- “Micahhh”- Esther drew out his name in a playful, mock whiny tone - “I want to wear a tiara. I probably have one back in my place, there are lots of things in my place.” Little hellhound hoarder. She rolled her body a little, effectively wiggling in his arms for a few moments before settling down again, content now with the position she had- half sprawled, and half cuddled and just in the right proximity to Micah. Perfect for now. ---- "Maybe you can wear a tiara, then." He murmured sleepily, fingers playing with the tips of her hair. "We can say some hipster bullshit. It was so mainstream that it wasn't mainstream anymore. Something ridiculous. I don't know." She was warm and comfortable and safe and things felt whole. His eyelids started to feel heavy again. --- Taking note of his expression, Esther lowered her voice, whispering instead of speaking. "I think I'd really like how the tiara would look." Her heart stuttered a little when his fingers twisted the ends of her hair. She'd forgotten how much she liked having someone play with her hair- it was something she hadn't gained as a dog, but she had before that. "Mrrr." A little nuzzle and she shut her eyes, content to let them both drift back asleep until the late evening. That was the best time for Micah to be awake anyway, and said fact was the deciding factor in Esther's choice. Whatever was best for him. |