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[wiseoldbartender]

Husk

Fuck off.

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FROM: SUBJECT: FLINS Husk. I'm not sure I know how... FLINS Lottery Number, Fourth, Fifth, and Sixth... ZEVRAN Were you, by chance, aware that your beloved... FLINS It is January 17th, 2025 CE FLINS January 10, 2026 CE FLINS January 3, 2026 CE FLINS December 27, 2025 CE FLINS December 20, 2025 CE ALASTOR Good day, old friend! FLINS December 13, 2025 CE FLINS December 06, 2025 CE SHROUD/HARU I was told you had a pest problem. FLINS November 29, 2025 CE ZEVRAN My dearest of furred friends! FLINS For the sake of convenience... FAMILY CHAT So we got a pig now. LAPIS I know you don't want a big fuss... EDWARD If you want to talk about it or... DIARMUID I heard what happened. CEREZA Knock knock, my little Sourpuss~ CAMILLA Say, Husk, you wouldn't happen to have any recommendations... LAPIS Father's Day SAMPO/LAPIS/JINWOO Husker Agapov. On the next night in... LAPIS Are you at your place right now? EUNIE how's this month's mission mildred

TO: SUBJECT: FLINS Y'know how you think shit can't possibly... ZEVRAN WEE WOO WEE WOO FLINS Okay Baby, I'm gonna need you to do me a solid... JUN Flins asked me to message you... JINWOO Jinwoo, get your ass here... SHROUD Whatever higher power is in control... FAM CHAT What does it mean when you dream DIARMUID So. Are we gonna talk about the thing. FAM CHAT Weird request. One of you needs to come... BLADE Got a sword from that sketchy shopkeeper. ELLIOT Hey, Elliot. Think shit's calmed down enough... DIARMUID Order came. At Jinwoo's place. LAPIS That FUCKING son of a BITCH HUA CHENG Shit's getting bad. LAPIS One of those flying boxes gave me a new phone EUNIE You might wanna stay away from your regular place for a while.

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[lanternae]

Excellent. Give me just a moment to disrobe properly.

[He doesn't want to be rude and wear his boots in bed again, so he'll slowly take off everything that he'd removed the last time, teleporting to Husk's shadow under the covers, his yellow eyes practically glowing in the dark when he arrives.]

Good morning.

[wiseoldbartender]

Good to see you learned from the boots incident, Babe.

[You CAN teach an old fae new tricks with you complain loudly enough, it turns out! Husk was at least prepared for Flins entrance this time, so he doesn't get whacked in the head with a wing. Instead, he'll smile, pulling him up for a kiss. ]

S'not morning until the sun's up. I ain't counting it yet. [ That's not how time works, but that's how Husk time works. He heaves out a grumpy, grumbling sigh, the tips of his clawed fingers brushing through Flins' hair. ] So. What was it like out there tonight?

[lanternae]

[Flins eagerly leans into that kiss, getting used to these little displays of affection, and finding a lot of merit in just popping into Husk's bed when he wants to. There could be some uses for that that are less PG but...for now he'll keep those thoughts in the back of his mind.

His head tilts into that touch, smiling softly as his hair is stroked.]

It's quiet. I suppose the world is still in a lull after the holidays. January always seems like such a lonely, desolate month.

[He rests his head on Husk, closing his eyes in thought.]

I do worry about Lauma, however. She went with the rest of those folks to Spain on that little excursion. I know she can take care of herself, but a cousin worries.

[wiseoldbartender]

[Husk would absolutely have no objections at all for Flins using this little popping into his bed trick for less PG reasons. Not a single objection at any time at all.

For this moment in time, though, he'll content himself with letting his partner cuddle in close, fingers still threading gently and soothingly through his hair. ]

January is always a bumfuck time of the year. People are exhausted after Christmas, no one's got any money and the weather's miserable. Means everything's real quiet.

[ He hums softly, leaning in to press a kiss on Flin's forehead. ]

That's normal. Even if I know my kids can handle themselves through just about anything, doesn't mean I don't worry them when they're out doing something that's potentially dangerous, or they're away for a spell. It's natural to be worried about them. She ain't alone though, I reckon she'll be fine, but you're probably gonna be worried until she gets back and you see her again. Ain't nothing wrong with that.

[lanternae]

[The more he gets used to it, the more uses it'll have.][His eyes close instinctively to that kiss, his frosty breath exhaling as his body loses the last remaining tension, all but limp against the cat.]

Perhaps it is because we just reunited. Or the fact that I have any family that I did not collect myself.

But she has taken care of herself until now--to worry would be a waste of thought.

Would you mind if we went to meet her when they return?

[wiseoldbartender]

[Husk feels Flins relax and hums softly in response. Glad for it. The fae has a habit of not doing that enough, in his opinion. It's good he can at least do it here, with him. He continues to soothingly brush his claws through his partner's hair, trying to ease his troubled mind. ]

Makes sense, the bond's still real fresh. You don't want her to get hurt or for it to be disrupted or anything. And much as she's able to take care of yourself, being worried is fine. Ain't nothing to think of as a waste.

[ His smile gentles, and he leans in to press a little kiss on Flins' forehead. ]

Of course I wouldn't mind, Baby. We can go welcome her home after her trip. Reckon it'd be nice for her to have some friendly faces to come home to huh?

[lanternae]

Mm. [Flins' head tilts in to that touch more. It was always so easy to say what he's thinking under the soft, warm covers of Husk's bed. Maybe he was onto something with dipping into some funds for a proper one for his lighthouse.]

I don't want to be overly doting, but I suppose that's inevitable. As fickle as we fae can be, we do take our bonds of family seriously.

[He shifts his body for a second, so that his back lay flush against Husk and letting his head nestle just underneath his.]

I'd like that. I suppose it's rather odd to bring her a welcome home gift for a vacation, hm? Usually it's supposed to be the other way around.

[wiseoldbartender]

[Husk very much wants to create a safe space where Flins can air his thoughts out. He's a good listener, after all. If he can't use those skills to give his partner a listening ear then what's the point of them?

Though he would very much like a damn bed in the lighthouse. Flins c'mon, you can spare the cash.]

'Course you do. And so long as you're not trying to get in her business every second of the day, I wouldn't say it's "too doting". 'S just being family. That's how families are.

[ He moves to let Flins cuddle in, his head staying resting on Flins', his fingers still threading through his hair. ]

I mean, sure it's usually them getting you a souvenir, but I'm sure she'd appreciate a welcome home gift. Maybe some treat she likes - something she can only get over here.

[lanternae]

I would never. She's a grown, respectable young lady. She doesn't need me poking my nose into every part of her life. [Just a decent part of it.]

[He closes his eyes again, tilting his head to the touch of those fingers in his hair.]

Hm...I've learned she's a vegetarian, so it's best to stick with things like fruits. Casimir has suggested mixing fruit into my sugar confectioneries.

[His eyes snap open, as it remembering something.]

Ah, I almost forgot. I can understand Casimir now.

[wiseoldbartender]

She'd probably start complaining like a belligerent teenager if you tried. Though that would be pretty fuckin' funny to see.

[ He considers that. Vegetarianism isn't a bent he's ever gone for himself. He's a man who loves his meat. ]

Could work. People do like... fuckin' fruit bouquets, right? That's a thing I've seen in the hipster parts of the city - Brick Alley loves shit like that.

[Sir??? SIR??? Husk pauses in the hair petting. ]

...Okay yeah see, Kyryll, this is one of those things you open with. What does the little bitch have to say?

[lanternae]

Do you think so? Would I be more of an annoying, overprotective older brother, then?

[Flins blinks though, at the mention of the fruit bouquet. That...was an idea he hadn't considered. That seemed easy enough. He knew how to work a knife expertly, and fruit was easy to come by.]

That's an excellent idea. A bouquet of fruit to hand to her as she comes back would be perfect. I'll practice, and then make it myself just before we go meet up with her.

[He can't help but show the smile on his lips, that golden glow of his eyes practically illuminating them under the covers.]

It's still a shock to me too, you know. He's just as well-spoken as he likes to present himself.

That said, I don't think you need a translator to know how he feels about you.

[wiseoldbartender]

Given how you've got annoying and overprotective already on lock, I reckon so, yeah.

[He, of course, means that with all the love in the world. ]

There you go. You can put... fuckin' melons on sticks or some shit. Make it look real fancy. Sure she'll love it. 'Specially if you go all out on perfecting it like you usually do.

[He rolls his own eyes with a soft, annoyed fuck. Fuck that cat, Flins, so much. ]

If you say so, he always presents himself to me like a spiteful little bitch. [That's because you have a Cat War going on. ] Yeah, well, the feelings mutual there. Fucker shed all over my shirt last time I was at the lighthouse.

[lanternae]

Well. One must look after their own, even at the expense of that person's patience. I assure you, it's only out of affection.

[His mind is brimming with ideas. Melons, perhaps in the shapes of little animals? Would that be the correct way to do this? He hopes it wouldn't be offensive for her to eat fruit in the shape of the things she loved so much...maybe flowers would be better. The fact that he's overthinking this at all spoke volumes.]

As soon as I'm home I'm going to start practicing right away.

[His hand reaches up to thread through the fur on Husk's chest, smirking to himself.]

He simply has standards too high to be met. I'm sure even if you were absolute perfection, he would find fault simply because I chose you.

Cats are like that. Territorial. I'm charmed a bit that it's over me.

[wiseoldbartender]

Is that the excuse you're rolling with, Babe? You're lucky I don't mind it so much. Count every single fuckin' one of your lucky stars.

[Husk could pretty much guess that Flins was overthinking it. He would put good money on it.]

Sure, just don't cash out about it, okay? You don't gotta let the fruit bouquet take up every waking second. I'm gonna be checking on you to make sure you take breaks from the damn thing.

[ Because there's a good chance if he doesn't, Flins will not. At the comment he rumbles out a laugh, leaning into the touch.]

Trust me, I'm well aware. I've seen the stink eye he gives me. [ Still, the last comment does make him growl softly, his claws casually scraping along Flins' side, over his shirt, a wide grin crossing his features. ] You're charmed, are you? Good for me, because I sure as shit would fight anyone who tried to muscle in on my position.

[lanternae]

I do.

[There's no hesitation in that, as his fingers play with that chest fur, eyes completely trained on it.]

I was wondering if it would be in bad taste to make them shaped like animals when she is so fond of them. Would that insinuate that she must eat the animals? Or would she love the shapes? I don't know.

[The fact that he's even thinking about this...he must really want to make Lauma feel like she isn't alone anymore.]

Exactly, so don't fret. You have already won~ [He closes his eyes, pausing as he thinks on what Husk says at the end.] ...You are free to keep fighting over me. I like the attention.

[wiseoldbartender]

[ He snorts out a laugh at that. Only Flins would be worried about something like that. ]

...Yeah, don't stress about that, Baby. Most people don't think they're eating the animals. I mean, people ate your little sugar things, right? Trust me, people know they're just eating animal shapes and not the actual animal. The only time it gets a little morbid is when it's those psychos who bites the heads offa chocolate easter bunnies before they eat anything else.

[ It's adorable, really. This clearly matters so much to him. Husk grins slowly, indulging himself enough to lean in and nuzzle lightly against Flins' jawline. ]

You do huh? [ He sneaks in the slightest scrape of his teeth along that jaw, feline eyes twinkling with a mischief he'd deny he had in him if anyone ever asked. ] Well, then~ Guess I'm gonna have to keep fighting over you, then. Just in case anyone forgets the fact I won or anything. Can't have that.