#lurerie

“The damage is done.”

i need to give lurerie more love so here’s some soft trammander with a hint of hurt/comfort

The soft crackle and pop of embers filled the room as Lurerie settled further into the overstuffed couch. Her glasses slid down her muzzle. With a soft sigh, she reached up a claw to push them back up. Footsteps, muffled by a pair of knitted socks, piqued her attention. Her left pair of ears perked up, and she cast a glance over at Trahearne, who carried a small tray laden with a pair of hot drinks and snacking cakes. She smiled and patted the empty spot beside her. Groaning in relief, he plopped down and shifted to rest his head on her arm.

The first of an indeterminate number of drawings of my girls in lolita fashion

well, for Lurerie, the closest a charr can get to lolita fashion this was surprisingly difficult

wow this is INCREDIBLY short and not quite what i was imagining in my mindscape but here’s my fuckign valentines piece a day late!

Lurerie lets her anger and fear drive her to confess to the Marshal.

She’d heard about the covert mission too late to see Trahearne off and say a proper good-bye. The generals who were aware of it had been instructed to keep it from her until launch time. Apparently, these were orders from the Marshal, himself.

She was going to snap that twig when he came back.

If he came back.

Bastard.

She spent the morning worrying, pacing circles in her office and scaring away any messengers who arrived without news on her Marshal’s whereabouts. When word finally (finally!) reached her of his return, she nearly broke down the door in her rush to meet him.

His discussion with his officers was cut short by her as she bounded into the Caer. Her fury just about flooded the entire area.

“Commander, I—”

She barreled into him, sweeping him off his feet in a crushing hug. “You… ass! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you wh—”

“You know damn well what I mean! Do you know how worried I was when I found out that you left on a dangerous mission? You could have died! Or been seriously injured!”

As she ranted, the lower ranks cleared out of the area. They knew better than to watch as their commanding officers bickered.

“Commander, I’m fine. This is exactly why I didn’t tell you, I didn’t want you worrying.”

“Don’t you think I would have worried less if I knew where you were or what you were doing beforehand?!”

He remained silent as she squeezed him. Slowly, he wound his arms around her, as well. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“Don’t… don’t do it again,” she muttered. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“I… feel the same way,” he whispered into her chest.

She took a deep, steadying breath. This… was not quite how she expected her truth to come out. But it had to be said sooner or later. “You know what I mean when I say that, right?”

“Well,” he said, his fingers digging into her back, “I certainly hope so.”

“I love you.”

from last night’s photoshoot

lu and her tree twink bf making a surprise appearance!

39: “Stop moving I’m trying to sleep”

At first, Lurerie brushes off the motion at her side as Trahearne trying to get comfortable. It’s normal for him to roll around before falling asleep, but this is… not normal. Her tail flicks beneath their shared blanket. Quietly, she growls.

“Trahearne, dear,” she mumbles into the pillow. “What are you doing?”

“Ah! Sorry, dearheart. I was just—well, I had some ideas for the future and how I can apply some of my studies, and I had to write them down before I forgot. Did I wake you?”

“I haven’t had the chance to fall asleep yet, so no.” She grunts, rolls over onto her other side. She can see him writing, now. Can hear the scritch scritch scritch of pen-on-paper. One of her ears flicks in annoyance. “You can write at the desk, you know.”

“Yes, but I rather enjoy being close to you.”

“I enjoy being close to you, too. But I also enjoy sleeping.” She softpaws his side. He twitches, but is otherwise undeterred from his work.

“Just a few more minutes?”

“If you stop moving for those ‘few more minutes.’ I’m trying to sleep.”

He’s silent for a moment, then sighs and rolls out of bed. He gathers up his papers and sets them on the desk. Trahearne glances over his shoulder at Lurerie, smiles in playful defeat, then slips back into bed. “Alright, you win.”

Her chest rumbles with a purr. She pulls him in and snuggles close. “Good.”