#caecius

EVIL CAT... I saw an image on Reddit and decided to do a draw over of it with my OC's Scorcus and Caecius.

The original image below:

Herald Au where Caecius and Zamira dress up like a proper royal couple

Caecius belongs to @ragethegemini

Originally a Valentine tag game, I think.  Is it Valentines Day?  no.  Do i care?  also no~ Thank youuu @power-of-ages-writeblr for tagging me!  I never get to answer romance questions :3c

HI TIKA.  Nice choice!

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“If you steal the blankets, I’m going to put my cold feet on you.”

Two young voices shrieked at the canine’s sleepy threat, while a third one giggled, tunneling under the other side of the quilt.  Caecius cracked open his eyes at the child that had scrambled up onto his shoulder.

He lifted a cool palm to press against their forehead.  “See?  Chilly!” He couldn't help but grin as the small boy shrieked again and tumbled over the side.  “Brrrrr!” He likewise chased the others hiding by his legs away with his feet.

Of course, it didn’t work for long.  Content to stay up bothering their favorite sitter, the young Lion-Bloods continued their hushed play as they climbed and rolled about the otherwise occupied bed. They only stilled when the tent door opened, and the other Beta happened upon the scene.

Sighing, Caecius rolled over in time to see Ira’s quizzical look, as she counted a handful of other tiny, giggling bodies in the bed.

“We have some company for the night,” he told her, propping himself up on his elbow, and digging out the child that had hunkered down behind his head.  “I sent Talon to fetch their mothers.” He shook his head in exasperation. “They don’t seem to care.”

Ira snorted a laugh at that, eyeing the lump in the quilt that looked to be climbing over his legs. “You do come highly recommended as a babysitter these days,” she teased.  She had to admit, it was endearing to see how well her Intended had taken to feline customs in such a short time.

Caecius grumbled something else, before lifting the blanket and shooing out the occupants.

“Hey!  Make some room for auntie Ira!  It’s bedtime.”

Another chorus of childish squeals answered him.

“No!” a particularly stubborn head poked out beneath his chin, “Sheeee’s prickly!”

“No she isn’t,” he chastised, scooping the girl up and depositing her on his other side.  Ira smothered another laugh at the pout that peered over his back.

Careful not to displace any of the cubs, she climbed into the spot that Caecius motioned to her, and let him cocoon her into his chest.  His skin was still chilled from hauling ice all afternoon, she noted, idly chafing one of his cool hands between hers.

“See?” he told the kids, breaking into a wide yawn, “She’s got soft feathers.  Good for cuddles.”

One of the small bodies clambered over to test that theory. Ira looked up to see her companion's tired smirk as his other harassers followed suit, doing their best to burrow into her feathers.

“Thanks,” she deadpanned in a whisper.  Caecius only smiled, draping an arm over her, and dropping a kiss on her forehead as she tugged at the quilt, trying to tuck it more firmly around her wings.

He tightened his hold to stop her fidgeting, thankful for the body heat as he hummed in her ear.

“…Don’t steal the blankets.”

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