( cmo ) general rp

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my character list is here, while my (outdated) rp wishlist is here! go crazy with whatever you wanna throw at me; leave the character you want to thread with in the subject, and i'm cool doing or replying to starters!

body heat / fluff / insomnia / rain / realistic college au / reunion / soulmates / stargazing

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AFTER A LONG DROUGHT...

[feigned]

Come on then, don't be shy.

[Vanille is more than used to trying to balance out monstrous characteristics with more humanlike motions at this point—hadn't all of them gone through a similar transition? her own claws try their best not to scratch Nyu, as she spreads her wings to try and counterbalance the additional weight of the arachne as she attempts to climb down the tree. Nyu may notice how the pigtailed girl's hand seems warm to the touch—not burning levels, but definitely much, much higher than a normal human's. it's almost like she's running a fever, even though she looks as normal as can be.]

!!

[long_live_the_queen]

Nyu.

[Even with both their claws pulled out of the way, Nyu still squeaked when a hand touched her own. Less at its feverish temperature, and more at the contact itself. One of many things that reaffirmed none of this was a dream, she was...she was really here.

Carefully, cautiously, Nyu made her way out of the tree, flexing one strange leg at a time. She had some memory to her movements, though from where she didn't remember and didn't...want to remember. It was easier if she didn't think about it.

Finally, the arachne touched solid ground, but didn't feel entirely at ease. Suspended on these points for legs, it felt like she might topple over at any moment.

But that wasn't as important. Nyu didn't let go of Vanille's hand, even frowning a little—a little tightening of her brows, really, and a worried look on her face.]

...are you sick? You're really warm.

[feigned]

[Vanille takes note of Nyu's reactions, keeping hold of the other girl's hand as long as she needs. it's always like this when the changes—the big ones—first begin: the fear, the uncertainty, the discomfort with one's own body, if you could even still consider it yours.]

Mm, no, that just comes with being a gargoyle. Fire magic and whatnot, you know?

[her wings flutter a little as she says what she is; if she can so easily acknowledge her new form, how long, then, will it be until she stops thinking of herself as human? ... she'd rather not dwell on the question, though. instead, she puts on another smile—a little forced, but what habits of hers aren't, now—and cheerily pipes,]

I'm touched that you cared enough to ask, though!

[long_live_the_queen]

[Someone said a nice thing?? To her???]

Nyu!

[Goodness, how exciting! The girl's peculiar chirping tic turned into an almost-squeak.]

Does the snow bother you at all? Or the rain?

[The questions tumbled quickly after one another, like a child's inquisitive babbling. And she still hadn't let go of the gargoyle's hand.]

[feigned]

[... Vanille is going to mother the heck out of Nyu if she keeps this up, goodness.]

Curious one, aren't you? [when she giggles this time around, it's definitely more genuine; Nyu's sudden excitement is charming her.] Not really, I'm like a mobile heater! I can keep myself warm, but it is still nice to have a raincoat on for cover.