when did you get so small?
characters: cipher, cyrene, and aventurine
"woah, this is new. what demigod did you piss off?"
the way cipher sizes you up, her eyes huge and her tail slowly waving, you think you know how mice feel. she pokes at you curiously, and her fanged grin is huge as it sinks in that you really have been cursed to be tiny. still, there are worse things than being played with by your beautiful girlfriend who's taking delight in your new form.
"hey, this gives me a great idea for a prank. are you listening? okay, so you'll sneak through this window..."
you doubt that cipher would let you fall into any real danger, but clearly she's not going to let this opportunity slide by.
in any case, you're already thinking about sleeping on top of her while she has her afternoon nap. or maybe cuddling the fur of her tail.
cyrene's giggles are light and melodious as she cradles you against her chest with her hands. you're convinced that she's the softest, most gentle being who's ever existed on amphoreus--or anywhere. her existence is a miracle born from love, and it shows.
"it's not so bad being this big if i can hold you like a little doll. you like it too, right? hehe, i thought so!"
it's hard to hide your feelings from her, but you don't mind much. she gives you a teasing smile when you're more than happy to snuggle up with her and bask in the warmth of her body. though she loves the entire world, she treats the single human in her embrace like you're extra special and unique. you are, of course; the demiurge knows everything about you.
"i won't let anything happen to you, okay? you can rest with me for as long as you'd like~"
aventurine can't help but laugh loudly as he looks at the miniature model of penacony you've found yourself in. well, miniature to him--to you, it's the size of a normal city. he leans his elbow on the street and peers at you through colorful eyes that suddenly seem much more vivid now that you're the size of his hand.
"aw, look at you, sweetheart. are you having fun down there? can i get you anything? a hamster ball? maybe a dollhouse to run around in? oh, or even a remote-control car?"
you might be irritated if he wasn't so funny. and hot. after making jokes at your expense for a while, he lowers his hand to you in an invitation to climb onto his gloved palm.
very carefully, making sure you don't get jostled, he lifts you up to his face and rubs his cheek against your tiny form. the smell of his perfume is almost overwhelming, and his skin is soft from his strict routine.
"don't worry, i'll let you turn back... just lemme hold you for a minute," he coos. "you're too cute like this."