#felisrex

"Where do you get your snacks your majesty? That stuff's way better than what the kid can get their hands on." Boss chattered, licking his lips as he snuggled his back deeper onto the cushions of the Cat King's throne, the evidence of his meal scattered about.

"Maybe you do. I don't need anymore of an audience than I've had thanks."

@felisrex said: " i don't want to insult your artistic talent, but this is awful. " [ prompt. ]

the table is a mess of twigs, leaves and rocks. connecting her to the energy of the earth, they all have their purpose, and that purpose is a guarding spell for the z-team on their missions today. a generous and intimate gift from ritual, and she isn't keen on someone stumbling across her doing it which is why her reaction is less than friendly, glaring over her shoulder at the one who addresses her. " cat king, " ritual greets bitterly. " yeah? good. i'm conjuring a curse. congrats, you're gonna die. "

　　a subtle shift : not hostile, but laced with centuries of entanglement. dream stands beside his nephew now, not just a stray monarch of cats, but blood of the endless. desire’s blood.

" you are kind to offer. " kindness was not what dream expected from the kin of his sibling. " i must decline. i have my realm to get back to. " still, the lord shaper found himself frozen in his spot, twin galaxies staring at the night sky up above. & he thinks of orpheus - his son who had begged for the suffering to end. one which dream granted, unleashing the furies upon him for his crimes.

A groan leaves her as she sits down, her back hurts but that was her own fault for falling through a skylight. While she looked a little worse for wear, Kate was sure she had worse. It was nothing that the glass of wine in her hand wouldn’t solve. 

Bright blue eyes turn to the phone in her hand as it buzzes. If anything, every part of her life seemed to be going to shit today. Kate Bishops no good very bad day. Right to the point it was too warm to even go to bed, the AC in the small room she called home was struggling already, but at least the cat that was fast asleep on her bed in front of the fan was happy. Kate didn’t have the heart to tell him to move, 

She drinks her wine, and her mind wander. Ever the observant archer, even in the darkness she catches it, a shard of light. 

Kate freezes for a moment, tilting her head to the side. It takes a second but she picks out the body in the darkness. Otherworldly perception and gaze from the supposedly ‘just’ human archer. 

Her gaze softens, a slow blink. “Hi buddy.” Carefully a hand reaches forward, holding it out for the creature to investigate if they wish. It wasn’t the first time, not by far, that a cat had simply walked up to her. Hell, Kate thinks if she had lived a few hundred years ago they may burn her at the stake for it. 

❛ oi ! ❜ he calls out, more knee-jerk reaction than it is out of any intention to reprimand, as he wrestles with a box. or rather, a few of them. and you might be wonderin' what exactly he's doin' ? well, packing, of course.

the perils of being an immortal and all that. you'd only get a solid twenty years before neighbours and coworkers alike are gonna suspect that the botox you've gotten are a little too good. sure, they wouldn't have pegged you for an immortal, certainly, but — well. after the thames, it truly couldn't hurt to be a little more careful. hob grins towards the black cat now, though.

he tries not to think of another whom he hadn't ever— didn't have the chance to see in this form. alas, right ?

❛ — and here i thought you'd be here to help me out. ❜ he shakes his head, still grinning, before he does go ahead and set the boxes down. his books, first. then, some of his more favoured kitchen utensils and clothes. most of the rest could stay. he's supposed to die, after all. no need to make those who'll visit him later question the legitimacy of his so-called 'death' when they've found a clean flat, instead of one meant for someone who're gone too soon.

❛ nah, s'alright, ❜ hob rubs at the other's head with the back of his two fingers — gentle, slow, appreciative. living a long life is lonely; hob is glad now he's decided that it didn't have to be. ❛ get some rest. i'll wake you up around dinner, yeah ? ❜

@felisrex

A pause. 

Dream doesn’t answer, at least not for a moment. He’s busy looking at the stained glass window, this place used to be a church, like many, it had fallen into disrepair, even a place like this could lose worshipers. The steeple was starting to crumble, the window that was once made of vivid colour was clad in dust and dirt. 

He doesn’t spend a huge amount of time here in the Waking World, he had spent enough time feeling its pull when he was imprisoned. The only reason to come here was because he needed something. 

Maybe stupidly, he takes the bait. If it was anyone else but his nephew he might have simply hummed in response and said nothing but, he’d always had a soft spot for family “Nostalgic for what?”