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twined

[ao3]

Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast

Relationship: Lord Arum/Rilla, Lord Arum/Sir Damien/Rilla, (bouquet IMPLIED but it’s a drabble soooo)

Characters: Lord Arum, Rilla

Additional Tags: Second Citadel, Lizard Kissin’ Tuesday, Drabble, Established Relationship, Holding Hands

Summary: He’s not quite sure how they got here

Notes: idk y’all they’re just soft

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PROMPT. for @spadebait

Karter knew Saelum was awake. Though it was silent in their bedroom, the human could sense that something was amiss. His cores powers give him the ability to pick up on energy, the sudden racing of the troll’s heart, as well as the light scent of adrenaline. Nightmares don’t always come with thrashing or shouting. Sometimes, the quiet ones are... worse. 

A minute or two passes by, and the smaller boy doesn’t turn to Karter for any comfort. Karter could guess why. He’s supposed to be asleep himself, and if Saelum thinks he can handle it without ‘bothering’ or ‘burdening’ anyone, he was going to. That meant no waking up Karter.

❝ Sᴀᴇʟᴜᴍ...? Bᴀʙʏ?❞ He whispers into the dark, and he just knows the other is holding his breath right now. ❝ Iᴛ’s ᴏᴋᴀʏ. Yᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇɴ’ᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ. ...Is ɪᴛ ᴏᴋᴀʏ ɪғ I ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ?❞

There have been times after having nightmares when Karter doesn’t like being touched, and he needs to be sure his boyfriend is okay with contact. Once he sees Saelum nod, Karter scoots over and pulls him closer to rest on his chest. He doesn’t ask about the dream, only gently trails his fingers through Saelum’s hair. In turn, clawed fingers curl into the fabric of Karter’s shirt.

The human begins to hum a tune. It’s an old melody, one nearly lost to him that since being recovered has been ever more dear to his heart. One of the few things he has left of the mother who bore him, and the aunt that raised him and sang the lullaby in her place. 

❝ Eʀᴇs ᴇʟ ᴀᴍᴀɴᴇᴄᴇʀ ᴅᴇ ᴜɴ ɴᴜᴇᴠᴏ ᴅɪ́ᴀ ϙᴜᴇ ᴇsᴛᴀ́ ᴅᴇsᴘᴇʀᴛᴀɴᴅᴏ  Uɴᴀ ᴏʙʀᴀ ᴍᴀᴇsᴛʀᴀ ᴛᴏᴅᴀᴠɪ́ᴀ ᴇɴ ʟᴀ ғᴀʙʀɪᴄᴀᴄɪᴏ́ɴ Eʟ ᴀᴢᴜʟ ᴇɴ ᴜɴ ᴏᴄᴇ́ᴀɴᴏ ɢʀɪs. 

Esᴛᴀ́s ᴊᴜsᴛᴏ ᴅᴏɴᴅᴇ ɴᴇᴄᴇsɪᴛᴀs ᴇsᴛᴀʀ Pʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴅᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴀ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴀʀ ʏ ᴘᴀʀᴀ ᴛʀɪᴜɴғᴀʀ Pʀᴏɴᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴀᴍᴇɴᴛᴇ ᴇɴᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀʀᴀ́s ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴘɪᴏ ᴄᴀᴍɪɴᴏ.❞

@mnstrss​ inquired:  "Hey, Miranda." Sawyer put their hand on Miri's shoulder to get her attention. Then wrap her in a big full body and wing hug before, letting her go so they can step back again. They hold out a stuffed toy of a pink shark holding a red heart in its mouth with the words 'I appre-sea-te you!' written on it in white cursive. "Happy Valentine's day. I got you this cause I was worried you might be homesick and it's you know, Valentine's. If you want I was hoping to play some songs for you later too."

      Hardly a chitter has the chance to escape her mouth before the princess is swept up into the hug, with fluffed fins poking out over their wings. Under their grasp, she’s just as light, as small as she looks, the not-warm of a reptile that maybe needed to bask a little - but oh, even with the slide of her clothes against the scales that cover her body below, her arms wrap around Sawyer in warmth, in a bright affection. Under the touch she even wiggles a bit, tiny movements that can be felt in the back-and-forth of her spine, so far from a mammalian spine and its familiar ridges. An uncanny, stranger beauty, differences that speak of the sea and the entirely different world, just as much as the bright, vivid trill that she makes once they step back and hold out the pink shark.

      “You didn’t have to --- !!!!” Oh, but even through her modesty, there’s no hiding that excitement. Compared to what she’s used to, the plushie is cheap, with no gold, no jewels, no fine silk --- but oh, oh it is priceless all the more for it! For how squishy it is as she wraps it up into a hug, as she chitters and chirrups in giggling delight as the pun turns over and over in her head, how she tucks it underneath her chin to feel the softness against the few patches of her body that can feel textures in much detail.