#arthemus

@frostymuses cont. from Having a Nightmare

Kang had felt when the dream had taken hold of him and it had roused her out of her own slumber in less than a second. Old warrior that she was, her sleep was never very deep.

When Arthemus had shot up suddenly Kang was not reaching for him to bring him back. The emotions she was picking up from him told her he needed a few moments. She would hover in case he needed her help but not to close.

“Xo, of course.” she leaned over out of their bower-nest to the little flat stone ringed with strange white and green flowers. She kept a few things there. Among them a plasma blaster, and a canister for water. She flipped off the lid for him and pressed the thing into his little flapping hand. Making sure he had a good hold of it for a moment before letting go.

Kang had come back home, happy for the chance to wind down from working on cars all day. Her routine was to take a bath, eat something, and then go out into the part of the house that ACTUALLY was her home, and work on something else in the grasses till she felt it was time to sleep. She led a simple life.

But now there was someone else living with her. 

Someone who was sitting on the floor in the earthling living-room area with the pastry box near him. It was absolutely empty but for some sprinkles and other crumbs. Icing or the actual cake part. Arthemus was covered in icing, sprinkles, crumbs, and little bits of coconut, and had what Kang assumed was the remains of the full box in his hand. It took her a moment to process. Her orange eyes taking in everything, and her antennae twitching.

Then she laughed. Her head going back in one of her hearty chuckles.

“Xa? You are not knowing vvhat is happeningk? I tink I know.” she walked over, looking at him with one set of hands on her hips and her tail swishing. Considering what to do with this little thief of a housemate she had. She hoped he didn’t get sick from it. Right. Bathtub was best.

So she scooped him up and started off for the bathroom. Still chuckling.

“Hn.” Kang rumbled menacingly, rising to her full height and rolling her shoulders. Showing off the hard muscles in her shoulders and 4, count them, 4 arms that weren’t just for show. She’d been on this planet long enough to know that always intimidated people. Her powerful tail raised behind her. Striking position for anyone who had seen her in action. Which was very few people on this planet. 

Her equally powerful legs moved, putting her between the small inhuman male, and the other. Even without the smaller one shaking his head in response to the other’s smooth comment, her antennae twitched and swirled and told her everything about this other’s intentions.  

Kang trots on over to where Arthe was working. She was so in awe of his painting. She wasn’t artistic like that. Only with food. Which she was bringing over to where he had his easel set up. Fresh bread, sauteed fish, and a leafy salad with all the good things on it. And a bowl with sliced pineapple in it. Each one held up by one of her four arms. 

“My Artemoos!” <3

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗 (purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗💗 (how close a friend they consider them)

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗💗 (wanting to have sex with them)

-Kang will only initiate when Arthe wants to have a go. He is her whole world and she would rather have the rest of her hair shaved off rather than hurt him or make him uncomfortable in her presence. She always asks him what he wants, where she is allowed to touch, what he wants them to do. And when she has the permission she absolutely worships him. Every single inch. And she has 4 arms/hands and a tail that can do some pretty complex things~~

-Is she trying to make up for how badly he was treated before? Maybe a little. But mostly she’s just like that. Val-Xia don’t do things by halves.

- The biting thing is ever present for Kang. She always wants him to bite her neck. It’s just something she craves because of what it means in her culture and given their culture clashes and stuff it would tell her in no uncertain terms that he wants her.