//au; idunn is on the brink of degeneration. features heavy themes, notably body horror

➵ kiss meme.

Sonia and Ephidel and many of their other kin had bewitched humans for a reason, even if the pull they exerted was of differing nature. Morphs are created for beauty, so they are— This fact has long been impressed upon Denning, but from his lack of proper exposure to humans until recently, he has never been quite as aware of his own.

It is strange, being admired by other eyes than those of his creator. Sometimes, a human approaches him with confusing words, conflicting signals, some red in the face, some with rabbit-quick nerves and pulses all to easy to spot for a hunter's gaze. He seldom recognises flirtation as such, but is beginning to understand the signs...

There must be a more optimal way to go about it, surely.

Perhaps this young man was closer to it than most. He is not forceful, but he is direct in his intentions. Denning does not resist his pull, though the feel of human contact startles him, just slightly, and— Ah.

A kiss is pressed to the corner of his mouth, daring and mischievous. There is a spark under his hide that lingers where their lips met, where the man's hand rests at their bicep, no longer exerting force, offering the morph escape if he so desires.

"Ah," the morph vocalises, wiping his mouth with the back of his glove, pulling it away to see the spit glisten on leather. Golden eyes look back up to meet shining brown.

With your newfound size come newfound troubles with logistics, in particular: how does one get around when you’re as tall as a thumb? The world itself is as grand as it’s ever been. There are, however, those among us who will no doubt see your fresh perspective as an opportunity. After all, how often is it you get a chance to ride a bird, a rabbit, or a squirrel? [ Grants Riding/Flying +1]

One would think that with a smaller form Sain would appreciate the opportunity to appreciate the finer details of a woman’s beauty,

But no, he hates this just as much as everyone else.

At this size, he cannot gallop atop his mighty steed, spinning his lance and vanquishing dastardly foes while the wind caresses his hair. He cannot ask any normal-sized women for their hands, for his are too miniscule to hold even a finger. And worst of all, his voice might never reach the ears of his fair liege. To know that she may go the rest of her life without hearing his soaring words... His heart already grieves.

This is what he gets for kissing the hands of every lady he sees. 

The story goes that one such maiden had a splash of that magic soup between her fingers, and Sain’s unlucky lips picked up a bit of the magic. He won’t be like this for long, but still he sighs and kicks his feet at the thought of existing this way. Won’t there be some opportunity to pass him by...? 

A squirrel chitters something from behind his back. Something he... Actually understands. ‘Greetings, tiny human!! I am Princess Macadamia! Who might you be??’

His head turns on a swivel, eyes practically bulging out of his skull. “Ah, my ears must be playing tricks on me... You said you were a princess?” 

And just like that, the ridiculousness of a talking squirrel flies right over his head in favor of the fact that this one in particular is a woman. Sain hums to himself, taking a few glad steps closer. “Ahem! Pardon my rudeness,” he continues, with mirth in his voice, “as your knight and protector Sain, I place myself at your service. Whatever you need, my fair lady, I shall do for the price of your supple hand!” 

The squirrel--yes, the squirrel--turns an odd look his way. It’s clear she hasn’t been flirted with by men before. But Sain’s seen this look one too many times to not notice it even in a woodland animal. His eye flutters, having noticed one of the shrunken deer to his left, and before Princess Macadamia can even respond he’s dragging Fogado into the mix.

“And this...” draaaaaaag “Is my boon companion! He and I are... Ah, ambassadors, from the human realm, here to act as suitors to your finest dames so that we might curry favor between one another. Isn’t that right, Sir...?” 

Sain makes it pretty obvious he’s never met this man in his life.