#khaliq answer.

sitting, he is! perched there on one of the chairs to the side of the front door of the seemingly small brokerage with the typical lazy, overly large lynx sprawled out near his feet - or rather foot, as the other is currently crossed over the knee of the initial leg.

lips touch his cheek as he's yapping on - perhaps to himself - about the mysteries of a new item he's managed to acquire in his last appearance in the qua'rang dyn providence of some unknown planet, and he pauses, looking up to the ears first of the queen, then down to her visage, not mistaken in the glance, but assessing affect through the position of the lops.

crooked, joyous grin spreads across his lips, the soft glow of the stone between lower lip and chin amplifying in the smallest amount. he stays seated, solely to retain the respect of eye-level; seemingly more important.

@bungem sent : sniffs @ the fruit in his hand, pink nose wriggling! / she's hear to steal his sweet fruit

@bungem sent : “cockwarming is such a pretty concept.” / WAAIT HEHEHE

he's already sitting up, there on the edge of her massive, fanciful bed that's far more than his little nest of pillows and blankets in the back of the shoppe could ever be, his back straightening when she speaks, but moreso when the concept clicks in his brain.

khaliq looks over his shoulder at her, shuddering as the soft slit in the lowest part of his abdomen finally seals back up again, that sensation something he'll never get used to. his hair is all over the place, his face still flushed with violet that only seems to grow as he shuffles, gets onto his hands and knees on top of the mattress to crawl back towards the significantly smaller monarch that is soon smushed under his weight as he rests his face between her breasts, still looking up at her as his hand comes up to lightly pet over her soft fur.

@bungem sent : ❝ It's like there's something else, something beyond it all. ❞

he laughs a little, but even that rattles in his belly and bursts forth like it had been whole at the start, but fettered out as it came up his throat. "there is, your majesty. there's always something else beyond what you see. there's always more."

khaliq pushes himself up, standing from their shared space on a blanket in the middle of a field of wildflowers that speckle the thick grasses with trees only out in the distance to obstruct the views of the oceans beyond. he meanders, walking around the blanket and plucking up only pink and violet flowers that stand taller than four inches.

@bungem sent : An array of flowers was strewn about the shoppe's interior, all manner of flora bestowing it with bursts of colour, enveloping it in beauty. Elara sat upon her usual place on the front counter, a tray of baked good in her lap made just for Khaliq -- & she even assisted with the process!

the day she's chosen to overhaul mystic mountains is wise, but also cheating. the night before, he had consumed. consumed, and consumed, and consumed. drink, pipe, capsules of powdered something that he's certain is the reason his head is throbbing when afternoon rolls around and he's finally stirring from under the blankets tossed haphazardly over his body in the nest of pillows and sheets, the thin pad beneath him there on the floor.

gradually, groggily, he crawls from his den, curtains of sheer black pushed aside after he's managed to get to his feet. everything he's typical to wear had been tossed in its resting place on his dresser, leaving pants a bit too loose, having to be held up as he shuffles across the rugs, the hard wood floor beneath them on his way out into the main part of the shoppe beyond all those hundreds of shelving units.

a ruckus, quickly dying the closer he gets to the front.

color hits him first, the butt of palm not keeping his pants from falling around his hips too far brunting into his eye to rub as he tries to look around at all the florals, settling on the soft figure on his counter when he finally lands on her.

much worse things than someone small standing atop it have happened on this counter. before one's mind goes to the intimate, it's more like bodies have been stitched up on it, mysterious goos have spread across it, and things of that nature. so, when her highness climbs aboard to be really high-ness, the pawnman snickers, his hands coming up to box at her sides solely in case she tumbles so that he can catch her.

then, she bends down some and pecks his cheek, which has the swathe of skin shifting a dark color that isn't quite normal for what he looks like he is. it's violet, deep and tinging his ears' tips as well.

"o-ho-ho, that's a dangerous game, your majesty," he almost nervously chuckles, his timidity rearing itself up from the depths as he brings his hands closer towards her, aiming to more guide her out of his bubble than take her down. "bending down like that, you might fall." no mention of the little kiss, or how much he wants more of one.

there's very little that could have come to mind about something like this before the moment itself, at least on the part of the pawnman that now hovers over the queen amid the pillows, soft blankets, and the warming mat beneath it all that make up his little nest in the back of the shoppe. she has been back here before, sure, but not like this. not with the semi-sheer curtains that surround the circular 'bed' mostly closed, the little firefly lights amid the fabric glistening and illuminating the sparkle of her eyes in a way that he had thought only stars above could.

khaliq is shaking, trembling just a touch as he offers down to elara the softest of smiles, quietly whispering are you sure before he begins. carefully, trembling hand comes upwards, carefully unlacing the delicate fabric of the corsetted gown she wears there in the front that is mostly decorative. she giggles, but before she can start to tell him it doesn't hold anything together, he gently hushes her.

"it is... symbolic." his head tilts and he smiles a little wider, slowly letting his body - still wrapped in the loose fitting fabric of his 'harem' style pants, waist beads, and every piece of jewelry he typically wears - settle down against hers, careful not to put too much of his excess weight on her. with their bodies pressed so close together, she's likely to feel the way his heart thrums with excitement.

but it isn't in his chest. it's somewhere near his left side, radiating outward from there.

lips press to the side of the lapine queen's neck, brief in their presence before tongue lazily slips from between them, drawing down along the tendon strung there, his head lifting again only when he's made it down near the deepest point of her collarbone's dip.

"it is meant to be something like... unraveling the barrier between us. the inability for me to have imagined something like this because of your status."

he's laid out beside her, arms beneath his head and gaze dancing over the cosmos above them, attempting to memorize every little swathe of color that shifts and every dot as if he were intending to make a map of the view to refer back to later, when perhaps he could not come here again.

then she speaks, and he looks over to her, a thick brow half raised as he rolls over onto his side, soft grasses making their mark on the fine fabric of the vest he wears over nothing else on his torso before tickling at his skin. arm comes up, propping up his head as the other stretches loosely in front of him to pluck one of the tiny clovers from where it brushes against her arm where she, too, lays.

"maybe it is selfish," he replies, twisting the clover stem between his forefinger and thumb pads as he watches the little prickles fan out with the motion. "but if you're leaving forever, does it really matter if it's selfish? you would never have any reason to look back and ask anyone it would have an effect on outside of yourself." he shrugs slightly and drifts peridot gaze back to her.

"if it were only for a few days, the least selfish thing to do would be to leave a note, i think." reaching over again, he tucks the clover into her hair without much thought or purpose behind the action. "you know, either way you decided, i could take you from here. you could stay with me in the shoppe, if only for a little while. if only until you found a place you liked better than here where you could start anew."