[Flins listens as Husk's breathing evens out. Once the initial panic subsided, he knew Husk would figure out that things didn't have to be answered in one night. They shouldn't be. For tonight, he could simply be.]
I'd say you've earned it.
[He can't provide the warm bed, not here. Unfortunately he hasn't be bullied into insulation just yet. But he'll get Husk calm enough to head back to his bed so he can sleep properly. A metaphorical glass of warm milk.]
You never saw it as an option because you didn't think it was possible. The Black Order seemed so convinced that your contract held through lifetimes. Michael was another variable. [As irritating as it was that he couldn't end that deer's whole career.] What you are seeing now are the fruits of all your good deeds you've done over your life, Husk. So many people would stand with you, as you have stood with them.
...If I'm honest, I quite like this Husk with self-respect. You wear it well.
[Once Husk hops down to stand on level with him, he lets go of that tail, his fingers trailing along those feathers one last time before the cat turns to face him. His cheeks had some decent scratching, and a few peck marks, but otherwise perfectly fine. That cheek does lean into his hand, though, eyes closing at the touch. Husk was always so warm compared to him.]
The number was 41. [His hand goes up to cover Husk's.]
One more week and you'll have them all. Then you just need the order.
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Date: 2025-12-25 07:32 am (UTC)I'd say you've earned it.
[He can't provide the warm bed, not here. Unfortunately he hasn't be bullied into insulation just yet. But he'll get Husk calm enough to head back to his bed so he can sleep properly. A metaphorical glass of warm milk.]
You never saw it as an option because you didn't think it was possible. The Black Order seemed so convinced that your contract held through lifetimes. Michael was another variable. [As irritating as it was that he couldn't end that deer's whole career.] What you are seeing now are the fruits of all your good deeds you've done over your life, Husk. So many people would stand with you, as you have stood with them.
...If I'm honest, I quite like this Husk with self-respect. You wear it well.
[Once Husk hops down to stand on level with him, he lets go of that tail, his fingers trailing along those feathers one last time before the cat turns to face him. His cheeks had some decent scratching, and a few peck marks, but otherwise perfectly fine. That cheek does lean into his hand, though, eyes closing at the touch. Husk was always so warm compared to him.]
The number was 41. [His hand goes up to cover Husk's.]
One more week and you'll have them all. Then you just need the order.
[Mental note: Powder Blue.]