Bro my tumblr search bugged out and I couldn't find you and thought you blocked me for a second. Anyways:
Cleo who doesn't want Pearl to be alone when she's transformed but Pearl insists that she's too dangerous to be around, so Cleo turns into a bat to follow Pearl into the woods and then snuggles into Pearl's fur to keep her company and calm her down if she seems like she's angry or in pain.
I would never block you, king š«”
I am loyal to you, my leige! I am your dutiful artist moot here to follow your every command! /silly
drawings and ficlet for this one!
Cleo hates this. She always hates this. As the moon grows in the night sky, Pearl grows more distant between them. Itās like sheās afraid of Cleo, always on edge, flinching at every touch.
Cleo falls for it every time.
Did they do something wrong? Had she messed up somehow? Orā¦ did Pearl finally realize the truth? That Cleo isnāt so sweet, that there is a monster in her house.
They keep forgetting that that isnāt how this works.
The front door is wide open again. The cold night air drafting in makes Cleo shiver. Pearl had yelled and faught as she left, scrambling for the door even as Cleo tried to stop her. The echoes of her voice, screaming so loud and angry, still feel like theyāre ringing through the walls.
Cleo still canāt shake the feeling that itās their fault. Maybe Pearl really is mad at her? But maybe thatās just their chest shaking, because Pearl looked anything but angry.
They saw how Pearl kept her claws pointed away, keeping all her violence directed anywhere but at Cleo. That whimper, tooā¦ like it hurt her to have Cleo too close.
The door is wide open, claw scratches on the handles, and there are paw prints in the mud.
Cleo canāt stand here anymore. Sheās getting too cold.
As Cleo flies over the woods, she hears the distant squeal of a dying animal. They change direction and swoop down. Under the trees, covered in blood, is a shifting ruffle of fur.
They can hear her growl and eat, the wind rustling the forest around them. Pearl seems angry, but maybe she was just hungry? Cleo watches, waiting.
But even after Pearl licks the last of her meal from her chops, her fur is still raised. She growls, walking with no direction in mind but energy to use. Her tail hangs low, still like a wolfās and heavy.
Once Pearl makes her way out of the bushes and under the naked sky, Cleo makes their move. The bat lands in the ruffled fur, clinging to Pearlās back and refusing to let go.
Even as Pearl continues to wander through the woods, Cleo clings. They whisper into her fur, scratch lightly behind her ears, anything to calm her down. Pearl doesnāt pay her much mind, but she seems to calm down, her steps no longer rough and her fur finally settling.
As the hunt grows longer into the night, Cleo stays stuck to her back, hiding amongst the mountain of unbrushed fur. Tonight will be a long night.
When Pearl finally wakes in the morning, she wonāt apologize just yet. There is still fur on her shoulders, raised and stressed. She hisses at every touch, but Cleo still treats her.
When the week is over, they will go back to cuddling in bed and morning kisses. But for now, Cleo has a painful pup.
They hate itā¦ not Pearl, not the moon, not any of it.
ā¦ But Pearl is scared too. Maybe they can be scared together? Maybe that wonāt be too bad.
