#lyssav

> You pull him close and squeezes his shoulders before pushing back enough to sign while you speak

how i imagine this would go

I have been waiting to answer this because I couldn’t decide who had the highest muse, so I thought about who would be the loudest about how much they loved their quads and lookie lookie:

Mister tits fat man wants to tell you how much he loves his matesprit Lamb, and how soft they are, how strong willed and funny they can be, how much they love to garden even though Vemili has no clue what that really entails and he can kill a plastic plant.

his moirail, Lyssav, who is so explosive- like as in uses a LOT of aerosol cans to start fires. He’s loud and persistent and caring and pushes him to do better.

and kismesis, Teknis, who is someone Vemili is still baffled he’s into. Completely not his type, loud, weirdo, catboy, yeah totally not his type. His obsession with cheese is gross and Vemili has never wanted to throttle a troll but then also watch movies and spoil the end forty minutes in with. 

sometimes his auspistice. If Smiler isn’t being a weirdo who walks into his block at night, stares for five seconds, then bolts away. But no, Smiler is great. He’s the sole reason Vem’s even dating Teknis. Vem loves him for how no bullshit he is. He knows when something isn’t working and points it out and Vemili needs him for it.

Vemili loved interacting with people, he thrived off of the short interactions at the club. But more meaningful ones? The ones where both him and that person were sober? Those scared him. That meant someone wanted to actually know him, not just vent at him in a bathroom or at the bar. This was someone who kinda wanted to like... know him. Oof. So when he was invited to a bonfire party with other friends, he hesitantly extended the offer to Lyssav. Not because he didn’t like him, but he was scared. It was a complicated ball of knots in his gut that was usually solved with whiskey and a cigarette. And sure, this weird navy blood seemed... determined for a lack of a better word to get to know him, expressing something Vemili wasn’t sure was red or pale or what, but god Vemili didn’t want to be around when he inevitably disappointed him because he was a unromantic disaster. 

He wasn’t even sure Lyssav was gonna come. It was a bonefire he wouldn’t know anyone else at, and with a guy he’s had only a handful of conversations with at a loud club. God, Vemili was dumb. What did he expect out of this? 

He sat by the fire, staring at it through the safety of his shades- he was the only one around to enjoy the heat of the fire against his skin. Everyone else was either starting to show up, or getting drinks and socializing with the host, most of these people he didn’t even know pass a face and name, and sometimes their drink orders if he saw them more than once. Thank god for an impeccable memory. 

Vemili looked around again... and fuck... he realized he was hoping Lyssav showed for real. Oh no. He really wish he knew how to place this feeling. 

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“It’s quiet, which isn’t great for business.” He chugs the coffee, because damn it’s been a slow night and an extrovert needs his people time for energy.