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Mm... I think I've started...maybe...

[Though whether he'll be truly sober and in his correct mind is still questionable. He'll take the drink with some thanks and nurse it slowly. At least he's aware he's got a more empty stomach now, so drinking it too fast will do him no favors.]

...Sorry...about all this... You probably think I'm pathetic now...

[...Yeah pretty good hint he's still not of his right mind.]

[...

She watches him, something that feels a lot like pity knotting in her chest before she clicks her tongue.]

A little. [Yeah... Hard to deny that he has given her that impression today.] But not more pathetic than the fae that made you like this.

[That is to say... she doesn't blame him for it, nor does she actually think him pitiful.]

[OH HIS EARS ARE DROOPING. Even if it's just a little, it still stings. He only barely manages to not whimper about it.

Instead, he'll glance over at her at her last remark.]

...The fae?

Mm. I knew I couldn't trust them from the get-go, but any respect they have earned from me, they've thrown it to the wind.

[Ilsa never liked them much to begin with, so this just solidifies that she never, ever will. Especiallywhen she sees his ears drooping like he's some sad, kicked puppy.]

When you are feeling better, we're going to go have a few words with them. Preferably their leader, once I find them.

N-No, don't do that! They might do something against you!

[And probably in yet another bad decision, he suddenly turns and grabs her hands as if to plead with her.]

[While she doesn't snap her hands away from his, she does stare at them in shock, maybe a little bit of alarm, and she clears her throat she feels a heat creeping up into her cheeks.]

Then let them. I will give them something to truly regret after that. They can't keep thinking they can get away with this.

[Away with turning this man into the soft puppy that he is. She doesn't mind his softer side, but this is too much. She can hardly find it in her to respect Eustace when he keeps pouting like this.]

... But that will come later. For now, worry about getting back to your normal self.

[There's just a small whine from the back of his throat as he looks at her... Before the head pain, heat, and dizziness hits him and he groans.]

Sorry... Can I put my head down...

[He asked... But he's already tilting forward and his head flops unceremoniously onto her lap.]

[She's even going to grab him a pillow so that he can flop the other way, but as she turns to reach for it, she feels him fall onto her lap instead, and she freezes, the pillow partly on its way to be handed to him, and all she can do is gawp at Eustace...

...

....]

I-is that comfortable...?

[Why is she turning into a flustered, sputtering mess again now!?!??]

Mmm...

[He then unwittingly turns towards her waist, his arms wrapping around her as he starts to nuzzle her.]

...Soft...

[Oh dear primals in heaven...

Ilsa only stiffens further when he wraps his arms around her, and she still holds onto the pillow, not quite sure what to do with her hands now. Does she pat him? Does she put them to her sides? Does she rest them on his shoulder? No, she'll just... keep them up here for a little bit until she figures out what's going on.

But she also doesn't want to force him to move... He's been through a lot today, and she thinks it would be in his best interests to lie down, so...

...

....

Cue a very long, very awkward silence before Ilsa clears her throat.]

You're going to stay like this...?

Just... A little while...

[He'll feel his breath and his lips moving against her shirt as he continues to nuzzle into her.]

Smells nice... Soothing...

Ah... Thank...you...

[What does someone say to being told that they smell nice? And all while he is nuzzling his nose into her, coming so, so very close to finding his way beneath her shirt. His face is so near her that she can feel the heat of his breath and the brush of his lips through the fabric, and Ilsa tries not to squirm too much at the sensation...

...

Or the memories that it stirs.

After several moments of consideration, she sets the pillow down and beckons for Valo to hop up onto the couch. He does, on the other side of Eustace, and curls up next to his legs and rests his head there. Ilsa, meanwhile, lowers her hands to rest in his hair, next to his ears.

...

Before she very gently touches one.]

[There's a light, drowsy hum when he feels her fingertips at his ear, which flick a little before they still and relax.]

Feels nice...

[Another quiet murmur as he seems to beckon for her to continue.]

[Why does she feel so compelled to oblige? Perhaps because she knows exactly how nice it does feel to have someone gently touching her ears? Not that she's ever really felt it before... only the one time he had when they were together at the masquerade...

...

Which she tries not to think about.

Still, when it twitches, she tentatively reaches down and takes an ear in each hand, running her fingertips lightly along the tips, her nails tickling them.]

You're going to fall asleep at this rate.

[Again a slow reply and a soft hum of contentedness at her touch, his head tilting slightly more towards her hands. It'll be a bit, not until he's able to at least savor that touch and soothing, nice feeling of her touching his ears.]

Hmm...maybe... But I like this...

[The way he leans into it... Ilsa obliges further by moving her fingertips down, massaging the edges of his ears in the way that she sometimes does her own after a long, long day. It will be firm, her fingers strong, but not too firm that it will hurt. Just enough that he'll feel the muscles in them starting to loosen...

And then, for some reason, she finds herself suddenly asking—]

Do you let a lot of people touch them?

No...

[A quiet murmur with a sigh as he finds her touch just...so good. So... Different. One that could he let do this all day if he could.]

Just family before... Then Gran... Now you....

[...And then a small pause.]

Oh... There was someone else... At the party...

[Family, Gran... Her...

All of them are well and good. If Gran asked her, she would have likely said yes... once. She doesn't like her own being touched by anyone, especially strangers, but she would make a one-time exception if he was extremely polite about it, and—]

Someone at the party?

[Whatever thought process Ilsa had going on in the moment comes grinding to a halt at that, and her fingers stop massaging his ears, and she pulls back.]

... Who?

[Someone... else...

A woman?

...

Why does that thought make her stomach twist into a knot?]

[There's a small whine when she stops and he tilts his head to look up at her... ...Well as much of her as he can see since there's, uh, an obstruction in his way—]

Hm? ...Dorothea.

[Yep. A woman. And to make it worse—]

She wanted me to touch hers, too...

[Of all the stupid things to make her stomach turn and her chest and face burn hot, it's this... A woman... touching his ears...

She knows that the two of them aren't exclusive, and it's not as if it's a romantic thing, but... as she stares down at the ears that are on her lap, she can't help but feel... a slight sense of betrayal? That she wasn't the one who had the opportunity to do it when she was in her right mind. That she isn't the only one who—

But then he says that...]

Her ears? Does she have ones like ours, too?

[She doesn't mean for her voice to sound so stiff or sharp, but what in the actual fuck—]

[Another odd tilt of his head.]

No... Human. They feel really weird...

[And then he pulls a little further back so he can look up at hers... And sees her earring. He's reminded of the question he had accidentally asked, of wanting to give her a new pair... And it makes him remember the other things they talked about, as well as with other people.

About Ilsa.

About what he thinks about Ilsa.

And as if drawn he slowly sits up, his hand slowly going up so that his fingertips can gently touch the ear closest to him.]

...I like yours more.

[He doesn't realize it, but he's also leaning closer to her, and his voice had dropped a bit as he continues to stare down, the thoughts he had been repressing resurfacing.]

[Why does this infuriate her so much?

All she can imagine now, as she has Eustace laying in her lap, is another woman in her place, some human woman named Dorothea—whatever the hell she looks like—massaging his ears, running her fingers through the soft fur and through his thick hair, touching his face, laughing and smiling with him...

She hardly notices that her face has started to turn red, or that her brow has furrowed with a deep, angry frown, or that her heart is pounding with terribly ugly, jealous feelings... only to snap out of it when Eustace slowly sits up. She feels his intense stare bearing down on her before she even looks at him, and she immediately regrets it when she notices how close he is to her...

And when he reaches up to touch one of her ears...

It flicks in his direction, tickled under his touch, and Ilsa's breath gets caught in a bubble in her throat.]

Wh...what are you doing?

[Her pulse quickens, and her breath will feel hot on his skin as she slowly turns to him, that ear tilting just so in the direction of his hand, even as she tries to will it away.]

...Touching you.

[As if the act itself wasn't shameless enough, voicing it aloud somehow makes it even more so. And although he's still a bit drink... He's also starting to wake a little more, her expression not unnoticed. She had seemed annoyed... Why? A thought occurs to him, but...

...

Feeling her ear twitch beneath his fingertips only makes him want to catch it more, and so his thumb hooks just inside the edge at the base as if to keep it in place as his index finger runs along the back of her ear. It's a little longer than his, the shape a little more contoured, thinner. Not so surprising since there's quite a lot of variety within their race. But it makes hers all the more unique and unusual for him which are more wolf-like. Hers... Equine, maybe?

He continues to run his fingertips over her ear, tracing it. Feeling the soft hairs that are also a little different from his own. And the longer he takes, the more he feels her tensing and her hot breath against, the more a strange urge begins to overtake him. Makes him lean up a little so that his lips are brushing against the edges—]

I really like them.

[—before his teeth lightly graze and nip the sensitive, velvety skin.]

[She really should push him away. They've talked about this... they discussed at length about what they should and shouldn't do, about the lines they should draw between them so as not to let themselves get more confused about what they felt that night. She had specifically requested no physical contact, and yet... here she was touching his ears, and now he's...

Ilsa's focus falls to pieces when she feels his finger hook around the edge of her ear, his touch reaching the most sensitive parts of it as he lets it run along its back, and the shortest hairs that he brushes over stand up on end in response to the tingle that it leaves behind. It's almost an instinctive reaction when she tips her head in his direction, the ear he touches leaning into his hand as if to seek more of it, and her eyes begin to close.]

... You do? Better than a humans...?

[Why would she care so much?

And when his teeth nip at the sensitive skin, it elicits a small noise out of her, that feeling spreading all the way from the tip of her ear down to her chest, and then even further until her entire body shudders gently.

Meanwhile, poor Valo is just going to hop down from the couch with a whine and make his way to Ilsa's bedroom where he's just going to lie down on her bed instead—]

Mm...

[Just a low hum as he continues his slow assault, her scent once more filling his senses as he takes another, slightly hard bite, his tongue now running over the place where the hairs are thinnest and he can reach her skin.]

...Ilsa.

[A dark, low, murmur so quiet yet loud enough to drown out her pounding heart as he continues a deep, sultry voice.]

...Are you jealous?

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