[As their foreheads come together, he slips a hand around to the back of Adrian's neck and lets it settle there in a familiarly possessive way. An unspoken assurance that he wants him close, wants to keep him near.]
M'sorry. It won't be long before it's the triple moon, and then I'll be...whatever. Something to help you feel calmer.
[There's really no other word for it; the configuration of limbs in Adrian's new form is monstrous. His arms are too long and gangly, webbed with wings; his fingers are spindly and clawed. He's furred and huddled and he can't even begin to guess how tall Adrian would actually be if he were to stretch out, because he's betting he's not going to. In a better moment, he would have so many questions, would want desperately to know more and to understand.
But once upon a time the magician Sypha said one hurtful thing about Adrian, and now it's so deeply ingrained in him that it'll never go away. So he can't be careless, not even for an instant. Not when he knows full well that Adrian is painfully vulnerable behind this fearsome form of his, and every hurtful word is a barb that will fester for long after this Iris is over.]
Mm, you're warm.
[He cards his fingers through Adrian's thick fur, letting it run through his fingers.]
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[As their foreheads come together, he slips a hand around to the back of Adrian's neck and lets it settle there in a familiarly possessive way. An unspoken assurance that he wants him close, wants to keep him near.]
M'sorry. It won't be long before it's the triple moon, and then I'll be...whatever. Something to help you feel calmer.
[There's really no other word for it; the configuration of limbs in Adrian's new form is monstrous. His arms are too long and gangly, webbed with wings; his fingers are spindly and clawed. He's furred and huddled and he can't even begin to guess how tall Adrian would actually be if he were to stretch out, because he's betting he's not going to. In a better moment, he would have so many questions, would want desperately to know more and to understand.
But once upon a time the magician Sypha said one hurtful thing about Adrian, and now it's so deeply ingrained in him that it'll never go away. So he can't be careless, not even for an instant. Not when he knows full well that Adrian is painfully vulnerable behind this fearsome form of his, and every hurtful word is a barb that will fester for long after this Iris is over.]
Mm, you're warm.
[He cards his fingers through Adrian's thick fur, letting it run through his fingers.]
Does it hurt anywhere?