[ One of those out-of-body moments numbs her to the present. She remembers a café without intense foot traffic and a table with an aloof, nearly monochromatic man sitting at it. The distance between then and now makes everything unreal for a confusing minute.
Ignatz’s furry face refocuses. From a few inches above Dantes’ leaden head, she tries to put on the sort of expression that might reassure a cat. Or entice one. ]
Up-up, pretty baby?
[ With or without a purring friend, the furnace from her enchanted ring feels as if the fireplace is much closer. Napping, should they fall asleep, is perfectly understandable. ]
[the little one seems to be considering the prospect, before he gets up, pausing on Dantes's back before he steps forward, seeking out the gap between Dantes's shoulder and Paloma's body. it's a small, warm spot. it cannot hold a full kitten, and it definitely has just been awkwardly filled by half of one that's purring away, completely content at this turn of events.
Dantes was going to simply soak in his grief. but now his face is full of vibrating fur, and he does have to shift a little to breathe. the words that leave his mouth are French, dredged up from the back of his mind as he's been teaching the little one to respond to it.]
[ Laughter is too big an ask just now. That tiny face headbutting into the coziest gap it could find (fur sticking up a grieving man’s nostrils, feet poking into a boob) would give her fits any other night. ]
Yeah, [ Though her wrist protests, Paloma endeavors to lightly caress both their heads. Bestial strength in these hands and only the desire to affirm connection with them. ] What he said, silly boy.
[ Two hearts. Two beating hearts, one regular, one rapid. Those are what lull her to sleep, in the end, more so than the heat. ]
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Ignatz’s furry face refocuses. From a few inches above Dantes’ leaden head, she tries to put on the sort of expression that might reassure a cat. Or entice one. ]
Up-up, pretty baby?
[ With or without a purring friend, the furnace from her enchanted ring feels as if the fireplace is much closer. Napping, should they fall asleep, is perfectly understandable. ]
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Dantes was going to simply soak in his grief. but now his face is full of vibrating fur, and he does have to shift a little to breathe. the words that leave his mouth are French, dredged up from the back of his mind as he's been teaching the little one to respond to it.]
You have no shame, do you.
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Yeah, [ Though her wrist protests, Paloma endeavors to lightly caress both their heads. Bestial strength in these hands and only the desire to affirm connection with them. ] What he said, silly boy.
[ Two hearts. Two beating hearts, one regular, one rapid. Those are what lull her to sleep, in the end, more so than the heat. ]