[Now, there had been a way that he thought things would go. A great deal of horror, definitely. He's in the clutches of a monster. Gepard hadn't expected the clutches to be warm or-
Sniff.
-the monster to smell kind of nice? Or maybe that's just the smoke disorienting him. The world seems to slow. The man says that he won't hurt him, and Gepard grumbles back because on one hand, he's a liar; on the other hand, they hadn't found any dead bodies, so is he a liar? Is he?
He doesn't know.
There's a scrape of lips and teeth over his throat. It's almost tender. It's enough to make Gepard flush (a betraying blush on his cheeks) because this is- this is the most confusing experience he's had, because it's horrifying as he's overpowered and helpless and the monster's being so tender, but also, the monster is being so tender. No one is this tender with him. Not even his sisters.
The monster bites down- Gepard makes a noise as his hand clenches at the monster's shirt, and-
And then the spell's broken. There's an ugh! and Gepard's eyes snap open, and then promptly flutter half-lidded because it takes more than an offended monster to shake off knock-out gas, but boy is he going to try. He's blushing for a different way. Why does he feel so offended? Why is the monster recoiling from him? He started this?]
How what? [Gepard snaps it out, or tries to, but his every instinct is telling him to aggressively snuggle this guy (the guy's warm and offended and Belobog is cold and miserable, and he's so tired) and Gepard's too busy fighting off the instinct to burrow to be too sharp with the guy. He's sharp enough to get the job done, probably, and he holds onto the guy like a koala...not that he knows what that is. But like that.]
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Sniff.
-the monster to smell kind of nice? Or maybe that's just the smoke disorienting him. The world seems to slow. The man says that he won't hurt him, and Gepard grumbles back because on one hand, he's a liar; on the other hand, they hadn't found any dead bodies, so is he a liar? Is he?
He doesn't know.
There's a scrape of lips and teeth over his throat. It's almost tender. It's enough to make Gepard flush (a betraying blush on his cheeks) because this is- this is the most confusing experience he's had, because it's horrifying as he's overpowered and helpless and the monster's being so tender, but also, the monster is being so tender. No one is this tender with him. Not even his sisters.
The monster bites down- Gepard makes a noise as his hand clenches at the monster's shirt, and-
And then the spell's broken. There's an ugh! and Gepard's eyes snap open, and then promptly flutter half-lidded because it takes more than an offended monster to shake off knock-out gas, but boy is he going to try. He's blushing for a different way. Why does he feel so offended? Why is the monster recoiling from him? He started this?]
How what? [Gepard snaps it out, or tries to, but his every instinct is telling him to aggressively snuggle this guy (the guy's warm and offended and Belobog is cold and miserable, and he's so tired) and Gepard's too busy fighting off the instinct to burrow to be too sharp with the guy. He's sharp enough to get the job done, probably, and he holds onto the guy like a koala...not that he knows what that is. But like that.]
You bit me! [And it was weirdly nice?]