妖 怪

she's   right,   the   day   is   coming   to   a   close       -        the   sun   was   already   getting   ready   to   set   and   the   list   of   things   atticus   has   to   do   has   suddenly   tripled   in   quantity.   he   really   should   get   going   then,   if   this   date   was   meant   to   be   successful   in   any   way.       “    ah,   yer   right.    ”       the   words   come   out   awkwardly,   but   they   are   mere   attempts   at   concealing   how   eager   he   is   to   be   on   his   way.

he   clears   his   throat,   a   simple   ah   -   em.   yet   hums,   and   he   chuckles   a   little   before   speaking   properly.       “    well,   good    -    i   mean,   you'll   have   plenty   of   time   t'   get   yerself   in   order.   ‘n’   i'll   make   sure   things   are   set   up   on   my   end.    ”     you'll   know,   his   tone   seems   to   imply.   when   he   is   ready   to   accept   her   presence   into   his   home   and   things   are   ready   for   her   to   take   in.   but   now   that   he's   gotten   his   own   cue   to   step   out   and   give   wuya   her   space   to   ready   herself.   atticus   cannot   help   the   short,   but   quick   graze   of   his   lips   against   her   knuckles   as   his   way   of   saying   goodbye       -       he   has   seen   what   the   gesture   has   done   to   her   before   when   he   had   tested   the   waters.       “    but,   with   that,   i'll   see   you   soon,   darlin'.    ”

atticus   didn't   bother   to   linger   anymore   than   he   already   had.   he   was   gone   and   making   his   way   into   town   upon   the   back   of   his   horse,   from   wuya's   home   to   the   next   location   was   a   small   chunk   of   time   of   itself,   but   it   was   an   easier   trek   back   home   after   purchasing   everything   he   needed.   it   was   a   long   time   coming,   he   believed,   some   he   already   had   an   idea   on.   a   bottle   of   plum   wine   was   already   at   home,   aged   for   quite   some   time   for   the   day   the   hunter   had   the   courage   to   ask   her       -       he   should   pair   it   with   a   dessert,   something   sweet   and   light.   a   thought   occurs   and   atticus   knows   exactly   what   it   could   be       :     a   hazelnut   tart   topped   with   sweet,   syrupy   poached   pears.   for   their   main   meal,   a   thick,   savory   stew   full   of   cuts   of   vegetables,   fresh   seafood,   and   seasoned   with   herbs   and   spices.   served   with   white   rice   and   freshly   baked   bread   for   dipping,   but   for   the   meantime   before   that   he'd   had   some   small   finger   foods   made   to   curve   any   type   of   appetite   she's   built   up.

As   he   leaves,   she   gives   him   a   little   wave   and   a   warm   smile.   Waiting   for   the   door   to   shut   completely   before   beginning   to   move.   Robes   sweep   with   her   in   hues   of   deep   purple   and   gold,   waves   of   silk.   To   the   bath   first-   she   wishes   to   look   her   best   for   this.   And   a   bath   will   give   him   plenty   of   time   to   prepare   himself.   Not...   that   she   expects   too   much.   It   is   clearly   very   important   to   him   that   he   ask   tonight.   This   wasn't   one   of   their   trysts;   this   was   a   move   for   something   long   term.   Permanent,   hopefully.

"   Ah.   He's   so   sweet...   "   cooing   at   a   crow   that   was   perched   in   her   shop   window.   Before   pushing   aside   heavy   curtains   as   she   wanders   into   the   back.   Her   living   quarters:   a   quaint   space,   decorated   with   anything   she   could   find   that   reminded   her   of   home.   None   of   it   was   quite   the   same,   but   it   made   her   space   cozy   enough.

Wuya   pulls   aside   robes   and   accessories   she   thinks   will   suit   the   evening.   Something   a   bit   less   alluring   than   her   usual.   Contemplating   now   as   she   lounges   in   the   bath,   whether   or   not   she   should   still   wear   them   a   bit   more   open   as   she   often   does.   He   seems   to   like   that,   and   it   strokes   her   pride   every   time   he   notices.   Endeared   of   course   by   how   respectful   he   still   is   despite   her   blatant   attempts   at   seducing   him.   Attempts...   she   thinks   to   herself,   nearly   exhaling   a   laugh   at   the   idea.   The   more   he   sees   her,   the   less   she   really   has   to   try.

She   allows   herself   to   soak   for   nearly   an   hour.   Washing   her   hair,   her   skin,   and   allowing   her   body   to   really   relax.   Before   she   exits   and   then   takes   even   more   time   to   brush   her   hair   out,   until   it's   dried   enough   for   her   to   dress   and   tie   it   back.   The   outfit   is   something   she   kept   from   home.   Fuji   was   an   incredible   talent   when   it   came   to   sewing   of   course-   and   she   adored   everything   he's   made   for   her.   But   this   was   important.   It   held   history,   meaning.   And   if   only   to   satisfy   her   own   desires,   she   accents   it   with   a   thick   red   sash   around   the   waist.

DIALOGUE

come here, i just want you closer.

don't rush. i want to feel this.

you feel so good inside me.

i've been thinking about this all day.

tell me what you want.

you drive me absolutely insane.

i love it when you look at me like that.

don't stop, please.

i need you right here.

you're doing that on purpose, aren't you?

i can't stop touching you.

you feel perfect like this.

stay with me tonight.

i want all of you.

you make it hard to think straight.

look at me. keep your eyes on me.

i love the sounds you make.

you're being dangerous right now.

i missed you.. missed this part of you, too.

let me take my time with you.

you're warm. you're real.

i don't want this to end yet.

come closer. closer than that.

you feel like home.

don't tease me unless you mean it.

i like it when you lose control like this.

you're everything i want right now.

you're breathtaking when you're like this.

stay still, let me.

i love how responsive you are.

you're making this very difficult for me.

you don't know what you do to me.

say my name again.

can i come inside? please..

you feel even better than i imagined.

i want to hear you.

you're intoxicating.

i could touch you forever.

don't hide from me.

you're mine tonight.

you look incredible like this.

i love being this close to you.

you're shaking, i've got you.

you taste amazing.

i want you exactly like this.

i'm not letting you go yet.

you're taking me so well.

tell me if this feels good.

i love how soft you are.

breathe, you're doing so well.

i can feel your heartbeat.

i want to make you melt.

you're so beautiful it hurts.

stay right there.

i love when you get needy.

you don't have to be quiet with me.

you feel incredible under my hands.

i've wanted this longer than i'll admit.

you're all i can think about.

i want to savor you.

let me show you how much i want you.

you're making me weak.

i love being tangled up with you.

don't pull away.

i could get addicted to this.

you feel even better pressed against me.

you're driving me absolutely feral.

stay. just like that.

i love how you react to me.

i want to make you feel good.

you're mine in this moment.

you feel so right.

let me kiss you again.

you're intoxicating this close.

i love your hands on me.

you're impossible to resist.

don't stop touching me.

i love when you pull me closer.

you make me feel wanted.

i could stay like this forever.

you're everything i need right now.

i want to hear you come.

you're so warm.

let me take care of you.

i love when you relax into me.

you feel incredible against me.

i'm not done with you yet.

you're making this very tempting.

open up for me..

you're perfect right here.

i want you to remember this.

you're all mine tonight.

i love when you lean into me.

you make me ache.

don't hold back with me.

you feel amazing when you're like this.

i want to feel every part of you.

you're driving me crazy.

i love how close we are.

i don't want to stop touching you.

you're exactly where you belong.

let me feel you breathe.

you're making me lose focus.

stay with me a little longer.

you're everything i want right now.

i want you slow.

you feel incredible wrapped around me.

you're so responsive.

don't rush this.

i love when you look at me like that.

you make this feel so easy.

i want you close when you fall asleep.

you're intoxicating like this.

i love your warmth.

stay right here with me.

you make me feel wanted.

i want you to feel how much i want you.

don't go yet.

you're making me want more.

i love being like this with you.

you're everything in this moment.

let me hold you.

you feel so good against me.

i want to remember this.

you're breathtaking this close.

stay tangled up with me.

i love how you fit with me.

you're making me soft.

i want to stay right here.

don't stop touching me like that.

you're incredible.

i love how needy you get.

you feel perfect right now.

let me keep you here.

you're everything i want.

i want to make this last.

you're making me melt.

stay close.

i love your closeness.

you're intoxicating.

don't move.

i want you exactly like this.

you make me feel alive.

i love being wrapped up with you.

you're so easy to love like this.

you're everything to me right now.

i don't want to rush this moment.

you feel so right.

i want to fall asleep like this.

you're mine tonight.

ACTIONS

( fingers ) : for SENDER to lace their fingers with RECEIVER'S.

( lean ) : for SENDER to lean in until their breaths mingle.

( trail ) : for SENDER to trail their fingertips along RECEIVER'S arm.

( slow ) : for SENDER to press a slow kiss to RECEIVER'S mouth.

( waist ) : for SENDER to pull RECEIVER closer by the waist.

( body ) : for SENDER to press their body against RECEIVER'S.

( neck ) : for SENDER to nuzzle into RECEIVER'S neck.

( murmur ) : for SENDER to murmur softly against RECEIVER'S skin.

( cradle ) : for SENDER to cradle RECEIVER'S face in their hands.

( linger ) : for SENDER to linger close without speaking.

( back ) : for SENDER to stroke RECEIVER'S back slowly.

( firmly ) : for SENDER to hold RECEIVER'S firmly in their arms.

( guide ) : for SENDER to guide RECEIVER'S to their lap by the hips.

( forehead ) : for SENDER to rest their forehead against RECEIVER'S.

( sigh ) : for SENDER to sigh softly against RECEIVER'S mouth.

( cup ) : for SENDER to cup RECEIVER'S cheek gently.

( jaw ) : for SENDER to trail kisses along RECEIVER'S jawline.

( arms ) : for SENDER to wrap their arms around RECEIVER.

( tug ) : for SENDER to tug RECEIVER closer by their clothing.

( temple ) : for SENDER to press a kiss to RECEIVER'S temple.

( skin ) : for SENDER to linger with their lips against RECEIVER'S skin.

( chest ) : for SENDER to hold RECEIVER close against their chest.

( thumb ) : for SENDER to brush their thumb over RECEIVER'S lips.

( deep ) : for SENDER to kiss RECEIVER slowly and deeply.

( nudge ) : for SENDER to nudge RECEIVER closer with their knee.

( curl ) : for SENDER to curl around RECEIVER protectively.

( rest ) : for SENDER to rest their hand at RECEIVER'S lower back.

( lap ) : for SENDER to pull RECEIVER into their lap.

( collar ) : for SENDER to kiss along RECEIVER'S collarbone.

( hips ) : for SENDER to hold RECEIVER'S hips firmly.

( hair ) : for SENDER to brush hair away from RECEIVER'S face.

( press ) : for SENDER to press slow kisses along RECEIVER'S neck.

( nuzzle ) : for SENDER to nuzzle closer, seeking warmth.

( stroke ) : for SENDER to stroke RECEIVER'S thigh absently.

( still ) : for SENDER to hold RECEIVER still beneath their hands.

( kiss ) : for SENDER to kiss RECEIVER'S until they both breathless.

( trace ) : for SENDER to trace small circles on RECEIVER'S skin.

( heart ) : for SENDER to rest their hand over RECEIVER'S heart.

( brush ) : for SENDER to brush their nose against RECEIVER'S.

( wrap ) : for SENDER to wrap their legs around RECEIVER.

( hold ) : for SENDER to hold RECEIVER after climaxing.

( savor ) : for SENDER to kiss RECEIVER slowly, savoring it.

( cuddle ) : for SENDER to pull RECEIVER into a tight cuddle.

( cheek ) : for SENDER to rest their cheek against RECEIVER'S shoulder.

→     𝐈 .    GENERAL

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . ❛   sit .   gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse . ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ] . ❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    ANGST

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . ❛   nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    AFFECTIONATE

❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse .  ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . ❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .    ❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . ❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] . ❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . ❛   good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after . ❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

→     𝐈𝐕  .    VIOLENT

❛   strike .   [ slap / punch ]  my muse in the face . ❛   gun .   wield  a  gun  at  my  muse . ❛   twist .   twist  my  muse’s  arm  behind  their  back . ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   parch .   burn  my  muse  with  a  hot  object . ❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air. ❛  shoot .   [ fatally  /  non-fatally ]   shoot  my  muse . ❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ].

→     𝐕 .    NSFW

it   gives   him   reason   to   lean   back,   all   the   way   to   full   height   as   she   turns   in   his   arms.   gazing   down   at   her   with   an   expression   he   can't   remember       :     hurt?   sorrow?   does   it   look   harrowing,   or   haunted?    don't   apologize   she   says,   he   feels   like   he   should   apologize   every   day       -       he   should   be   better   about   this.   he   should   have   already   been   done   with   mourning,   isn't   it   disrespectful   to   her?   to   mourn   a   woman,   a   family,   that   he   had   before   her?   to   mourn   a   family   that   has   died   a   decade   ago?   she's   too   forgiving,   too   understanding,   too   perfect   of   a   woman   to   be   with   him.

 atticus   wished   he   was   better,   when   she   speaks,   the   tension   in   his   shoulders   begin   to   melt.   wuya   quells   his   worries   so   quickly   and   makes   them   all   seem   so   distant   from   the   current   events   at   hand.       “    it   will   probably   be   plastered   in   the   papers   tomorrow     (    .   .   .    )       ”    he   mutters   to   her,   as   if   fearing   the   pictures   they'd   provide   on   the   front   page   under   bolded   headlines.

"   No   no,   I   will   put   this   on   to   boil,   and   join   you.   "   smoothing   her   palms   over   his   chest   in   a   gentle   manner.   An   action   meant   to   soothe,   knowing   well   how   effective   it   is.   They   will   have   a   potentially   difficult   conversation.   If   she   is   to   help   him,   she'll   need   to   know   what   happened.   And   she   hates   seeing   him   like   this;   so   clearly   shaken,   weary   with   anxiety   and   frustration.   It   was   at   times   how   he'd   come   to   her   shop,   seeking   restock,   and   information.   Another   name   for   him   to   track   and   wring   for   further   leads. He's grown a little softer since...

Once   he's   left,   she   finishes   up   then   she   cleans   the   space.   Humming   a   tune   she's   heard   him   sing   a   dozen   times   now,   just   loud   enough   to   be   heard   from   where   he   takes   his   seat   in   the   other   room.   It   takes   about   twenty   minutes,   just   to   satisfy   her   need   for   a   tidy   kitchen,   and   to   wash   her   hands.   Hopefully   he'll   have   an   appetite...   he   didn't   look   very   well.   Like   he   hadn't   slept,   hadn't   relaxed.   She   doesn't   blame   him.