Marvelous’s hand strokes slowly up and down the length of Don’s spine, warm through the fabric of the pajamas. “I won’t,” he says in response to Don’s frightened query. “I can't imagine what you could do to displease me, but for your peace of mind let's say it just might happen sometime. Well then we'd talk about it, okay? We’d talk about it like… like equals.”
Don’s ears perk up a little at the sound of that. Most humans don’t think of catpeople as equals at all, he knows more than well enough - many would probably laugh at the very idea! But Marvelous isn’t like most humans, and that he’d even say such a thing is a reason to be hopeful, not to mention how kindly he’s treated Don so far despite their circumstances.
“I wouldn't force you to leave with nowhere to go,” Marvelous continues, “but if for whatever reason you didn't want to stay here anymore, or for some reason you couldn't, I wouldn't just throw you out like trash.” Marvelous slips a hand between them and tilts Don’s chin up with gentle fingers. “You’re not trash,” he says, his expression so sincere it makes Don’s heart flutter. “You're someone with thoughts, and feelings, and a sweet personality, and don't allow anybody to make you believe differently.” His words are so kind as to nearly bring Don to tears again! It’s been so long since anyone said such nice things about him, Don had all but forgotten it was possible.
And Marvelous’s assurances that he’d never leave Don without a home, no matter what happened, are just as wonderful. He even strokes his thumbs gently over Don’s cheeks, wiping away the traces of his tears, and it’s so affectionate that Don feels warm all over. “If that day never comes then you're more than welcome to stay with me. I promise.”
It’s never been easy for Don to read humans’ scents or intentions, but right now he doesn’t feel even the slightest of doubts - Marvelous means every word of what he says. Don feels a smile returning to his face, and his ears flutter a bit as he lets go of Marvelous’s shirt in favor of wrapping his arms around him for a hug. He leans in close and rubs his cheek against Marvelous’s. “Thank you,” he murmurs, hugging Marvelous tightly. His tail swishes happily behind him, and he trembles a little from the relief that’s flooding over him as it starts to sink in that he really won’t ever have to go back to living in the streets. That Marvelous will take care of him, and won’t ever let him end up homeless. “Thank you, Marvelous.” He squeezes Marvelous a little tighter, and lets out a soft chirping mew when he feels Marvelous’s arms slipping around him again. “I don’t think I’ll ever want to leave you, I’m so happy to live with you…” He gives Marvelous’s cheek one last nuzzle before leaning back to look him in the eyes again.
Don wipes at his eyes and sniffles away the last of his tears before doing his best to give Marvelous a smile. “I’ll try not to be scared anymore,” he says, and looking into Marvelous’s sincere face it’s easy to feel like that won’t be a problem. “I might still get worried sometimes, but, I’ll try to remember I can trust you.” He glances back over at the beautiful breakfast Marvelous had laid out on the coffee table, and his stomach rumbles as the delicious scents waft over to them from it. “Um, would you like to eat breakfast now?” he asks, tail swishing from his curiosity over what all the foods will taste like. “I don’t want all the nice food you made to get cold!”
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Date: 2013-10-05 03:33 pm (UTC)Don’s ears perk up a little at the sound of that. Most humans don’t think of catpeople as equals at all, he knows more than well enough - many would probably laugh at the very idea! But Marvelous isn’t like most humans, and that he’d even say such a thing is a reason to be hopeful, not to mention how kindly he’s treated Don so far despite their circumstances.
“I wouldn't force you to leave with nowhere to go,” Marvelous continues, “but if for whatever reason you didn't want to stay here anymore, or for some reason you couldn't, I wouldn't just throw you out like trash.” Marvelous slips a hand between them and tilts Don’s chin up with gentle fingers. “You’re not trash,” he says, his expression so sincere it makes Don’s heart flutter. “You're someone with thoughts, and feelings, and a sweet personality, and don't allow anybody to make you believe differently.” His words are so kind as to nearly bring Don to tears again! It’s been so long since anyone said such nice things about him, Don had all but forgotten it was possible.
And Marvelous’s assurances that he’d never leave Don without a home, no matter what happened, are just as wonderful. He even strokes his thumbs gently over Don’s cheeks, wiping away the traces of his tears, and it’s so affectionate that Don feels warm all over. “If that day never comes then you're more than welcome to stay with me. I promise.”
It’s never been easy for Don to read humans’ scents or intentions, but right now he doesn’t feel even the slightest of doubts - Marvelous means every word of what he says. Don feels a smile returning to his face, and his ears flutter a bit as he lets go of Marvelous’s shirt in favor of wrapping his arms around him for a hug. He leans in close and rubs his cheek against Marvelous’s. “Thank you,” he murmurs, hugging Marvelous tightly. His tail swishes happily behind him, and he trembles a little from the relief that’s flooding over him as it starts to sink in that he really won’t ever have to go back to living in the streets. That Marvelous will take care of him, and won’t ever let him end up homeless. “Thank you, Marvelous.” He squeezes Marvelous a little tighter, and lets out a soft chirping mew when he feels Marvelous’s arms slipping around him again. “I don’t think I’ll ever want to leave you, I’m so happy to live with you…” He gives Marvelous’s cheek one last nuzzle before leaning back to look him in the eyes again.
Don wipes at his eyes and sniffles away the last of his tears before doing his best to give Marvelous a smile. “I’ll try not to be scared anymore,” he says, and looking into Marvelous’s sincere face it’s easy to feel like that won’t be a problem. “I might still get worried sometimes, but, I’ll try to remember I can trust you.” He glances back over at the beautiful breakfast Marvelous had laid out on the coffee table, and his stomach rumbles as the delicious scents waft over to them from it. “Um, would you like to eat breakfast now?” he asks, tail swishing from his curiosity over what all the foods will taste like. “I don’t want all the nice food you made to get cold!”