#devotionoftheocean

@devotionoftheocean​ asked: “ Quickly, yet gently, they grab the Conductor by his collar and pull him in for a lip to beak kiss, their body comfortably pressed up against him. ❝ Mmmmwah!~ ❞ They sing once they've parted mouths, their eyes alight with glee and their smile wide. ❝ Happy new year, my little cactus flower!~ I love you! ❞ There's a soft fruity alcoholic note to their breath, someone's been drinking a wee bit! But their words and actions are genuine. “

      As the year ticked away its last seconds, the Conductor threw his half-empty glass high in the air. It hadn’t been his first glass of the night—he’d honestly lost count of which refill this was. All he knew was that it was enough to get him drunk. So, when Thal had swept him up in a kiss, he’d nearly lost his balance, only saved by their sturdy body. Once he’d regained his sense of where he was and what had just happened, he laughed heartily, raising his now-spilled glass up to Thal.

      “Whoo boy! Finally, a break!”

      The Conductor stood up from his seat, giving a loud stretch as theater-goers shuffled about. Despite the loud noises he was making, the director looked rather dapper in his suit and holiday bowtie. The show, aptly titled “Season’s Greetings” was a fancy Broadway-style show that was in one of the classiest theaters the city had to offer. So of course, the Conductor had to look just as refined as the theater.

      Saying that they were enjoying a lap of luxury was an understatement. Not only had the Conductor gotten tickets for himself, Thalia, Finch, and Charlotte at such a renowned holiday concerts, but he’d even gotten them their own private balcony at the theater. That meant they didn’t have to cram themselves in with twenty other strangers and were all free to stretch and converse without worries of others around them. For the Conductor, that also meant no swarms of people asking him for his autographs or photos.

      As the intermission began, the Conductor was the first up and moving, stretching as far as his tuxedo would let him. “While I love the show, I can only sit still fer so long.” He bantered. “But I’m still really enjoyin’ the show, surprisingly. I’m not usually one fer these musicals.”

      “That’s probably because this is a concert, not a musical.” From the seat beside him, the Conductor’s son leaned forward with a smirk. “Yer never one ta follow along easily when there’s a story attached to the musicals.”

      “Aye, hush it, Finch!” The elder owl shooed his son.

      Both Finch and his wife beside him laughed. Finch leaned forward even further, now directing his attention at Thal, who’d been at the opposite side of the Conductor. “I don’t know how ye put up with our ol’ man, Thalia. I feel fer ya.”

      “Hey! I brought ya into this world, I can take ya out of it, too!” He brought his fists up, playfully bracing to fight the younger owl. He then turned to Thalia with a pout. “This is the treatment I have to suffer from me own flesh an’ blood! Feel sorry fer me!”

      “Nobody’s gonna pity ye, pap.” Finch snorted. “An’ ye know if Dove were up here, she’d be takin’ me side, too.”

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LAPSITTING IS FESTIVE NOW.

Whatever argument he was about to make dies in his throat the moment his back is against the other’s front.

Perhaps he feels security in being held like this—or perhaps he just hasn’t the energy to throw a FIT.

On anon send “how to care for.” instructions for my muse | Accepting!

@devotionoftheocean​ asked: “ ❝ A big hug, hmm? What a lovely idea~. ❞ Thalia leans forwards, lovingly encompassing their arms around him from behind and gently resting their chin on top of his head. ❝ I have a few other things to add to that provided list. Liiiike... cooking him his favorite meal when he least expects it. Listening to him and being honest but considerate towards him... letting him gush about what he loves...~ ❞ They peck his cheek. ❝ And love him unconditionally, most importantly~. ❞ “

      His feathers puff up, and though he’s making a sour face, it’s more than clear that he’s very flustered by the other.