SEND 😴 TO CATCH MY MUSE ASLEEP IN YOUR MUSES BED
The first indication should have been sweet aroma of femininity that filled nostril with every deep inhale. Another that of added weight to mid-abdominal that wasn’t normally present. He wants to move, kick free of blankets and perhaps escape this suffocation, but finds it nearly impossible; instead giving way to subtle grunts and displeased noises. It’s unlike Iseul to stay where he feels uncomfortable, then again he is not one to really complain much when he does. He’s learned over years that keeping one’s mouth shut was much more rewarding than earning a slap to cheek or lash to back for opening his mouth to spout nonsensical complaints.
She is sleeping comfortably; soundly. So it seems. Emily, one female he probably felt most comfortable around. Given their history thus far he held no reason no to. While Em was a stunning specimen he didn’t think much past that. Her brash nature and crudeness made it easily to get along with her, made it easier not to keep up facade of exuded happiness that wasn’t always present in his line of work. Easy to talk to and be around, it was no surprise to him to learn that he’d made home in well - her home and eventually her bed.
Apartment was quaint, more so than his own bedroom. He could probably compare this to his living space back home, her closet not even comparable to any room in his home. If given choice he’d much rather live in small space such as this. It was less ground to cover, easier to keep eye on in case of enemy presence. Alas, to keep up what cover had been made for himself, Iseul was left to stay within prodigious confines. Shifting what weight he can, frame is brought a tad closer to feminine visage. It’s unlike him to grow curious, learning lesson of what comes of it so long ago in his youthful days, yet, it doesn’t stop subtle pursing of tier nor protruding digit that comes to press at wrinkle resting betwixt finely arched brow.
What was she dreaming of?
Moment doesn’t last long, however, frame tensing more than it ever had at sound of soft canine growl that exudes near his left lobe. Thick swallow is granted, his own nerves riling up to heights he never knew existed. It wasn’t as if he held such -- discomfort, by choice, no. Iseul was a man without many fears, at least not those that’d leave him hindered. Yet, canines were -- well, such discomforts he could not handle. His preference resided with felines; for a good reason. So, when growl resounds again, he finds himself practically rolling out of blankets confines; dragging half of fabric along.
Backside hits floor with loud ‘thump’, shoulders squaring out instantly as dark orb meet that of canine stare. Emily had warned him she had dog, but he hadn’t expected such a -- massive one. Rapid blinks are made as canine settles itself along edge of bed, looking as if it may pounce on him at any moment. Grasping for nearest object, which happened to be bunny slipper, to be used as potential block between canine and himself. “Y-yah.....stay back....you...drooling massive hound---” nose scrunches as frame is inched backward, faint shake granted to dresser when back meets wooden placement.
When canine inches a tad closer, it’s heavy paws hanging from edge of bed, he nearly whines out loud. “Noona ---” another thick swallow is granted, faint drop of sweat----wait. was he sweating. “Noona! call your beast off ---”lower tier is granted bite, obvious frown forming as tone raises just a tad, seemingly alerting canine to sit up further; ears perked.
