#milisism

Send “stolen” to steal a kiss from my muse.

Blue hues seeming to brighten at the sight of Flidais at his side as he placed a kettle over the fire for a nice warm cup of tea, straightening from his stooped position he began to run his mouth like he usually did. 

“Have you been to Cair Paravel? I should take you down there sometime, I think you’d like seeing the great amounts of Fauns there. It’s quite exci–” He was suddenly cut off as warm lips pressed to his, ears flicking back as his cheeks grew red and it seemed to travel down to his neck. “I– you– that– was–” He struggled to speak and swallowed thickly, the corners of his lips pulling up slightly in a smile at the affectionate action. 

Something he was used to of course, but a Faun would never kiss and tell.

@milisism

Spring. Oh how wonderful Spring was, to finally see the green of the Wood shift from being frozen in place to seeing a wind bustle around leaves as they should. Oh it was grand, feeling the sun upon his skin as it filtered in through the tree tops above him. Yet, Tumnus still toted around his dutiful umbrella and the vermilion scarf loose about his neck. It gave him a sense of safety, and comfort. 

Rounding a tree he bumped head on into someone, “Oh-- oh!” The surprised words spluttered from his lips like water dribbling over a ledge, easily and too freely. The book that had been cradled in the crook of his arm now upon the lush green grass, he was about to bend over and pick it up. Until he came face to face with another Faun, a Faun like him but... with feminine features. 

His lips parted as if he were to say something but nothing left, his tail twitched as he inspected her curiously. “P-Pardon-- Pardon me, my Lady. I didn’t-- I wasn’t paying any attention.” Tumnus’ voice laced with nerves as it usually was around strangers to begin with but even more so now, like a knife that was prepared for a gunfight. Attempting to tear his attention from her, yet he couldn’t. She was... no, no Tumnus never thought of anyone like that.