Catboy!AU: [title tbd]
Apr. 10th, 2013 04:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
moehakaseDon squirms as he starts to wake up, feeling too warm and sleepy to want to open his eyes. He's so cozy, surrounded by softness on all sides, that he could just go right back to sleep. The only reason he even knows he's awake is that he'd been dreaming a moment before. He'd been dusting the bookshelves in the apartment, only it hadn't really been the apartment - it had been more like the center, and he'd woken up when he realized that the center had never had bookshelves like that, brimming with big, thick books rich with knowledge, and even if it had, the bookshelves definitely wouldn't have smelt like bacon.
Bacon?
Don had figured the bacon smell was just a part of the dream, but he can still smell it now, which is weird. He shifts and stretches a little more, takes notice of the blankets on top of him and the soft, squishy thing that's nestled in his arms. That's certainly different from what he's used to - is he still dreaming? He lets out a confused mew and opens his eyes enough to take a look at his surroundings.
He's in a room, with a low table a foot or so away from him, and on the other side of the room is an open door. Don's ears prick up - he can hear the sound of a spatula on a frying pan and something sizzling, which must be the bacon. That's right, that was the kitchen, Don thinks, and at last he wakes up enough to remember where he is: Marvelous's house. The home of the human who'd taken him in off the street last night.
Don sits up slowly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and looks down to see that he's still in the pajamas he'd borrowed from Marvelous last night after his bath. He'd slept on Marvelous's sofa, and that must be Marvelous in the kitchen cooking breakfast. He'd been a little worried that everything that had happened yesterday had been a dream, and that he'd wake up shivering in a dirty alleyway again, but it looks like that's definitely not the case.
I should go and say good morning to him, Don thinks, but his stomach twists with nervousness. Marvelous had been kind to him yesterday, but what if things are different today? What if he's changed his mind? Don still can't believe that a total stranger would be willing to take him in indefinitely; what if Marvelous has decided that Don is too much of a burden for him after all? Don hugs his pillow and frets over it all for a moment.
But he promised, the other half of Don's mind protests. He promised I could stay with him as long as I want, and he's been so gentle... Don thinks back to last night, how Marvelous had held him while he cried, had let Don curl up with him on the sofa, had stroked Don's hair until he fell asleep. Marvelous wouldn't just turn Don away after all of that, would he?
Don gathers his courage and gets to his feet, still hugging the pillow to his chest. He pads quietly towards the kitchen, the smell of sizzling bacon growing stronger and making his mouth water. He'd had a good meal - the first proper one in months - last night, but after sleeping through the night he's starting to feel hungry again.
"Marvelous?" Don calls, and peers through the kitchen door. Nervous though he is, his ears perk up happily when he sees Marvelous by the stove. "Good morning," he says, giving his tail a cheerful swish.
Bacon?
Don had figured the bacon smell was just a part of the dream, but he can still smell it now, which is weird. He shifts and stretches a little more, takes notice of the blankets on top of him and the soft, squishy thing that's nestled in his arms. That's certainly different from what he's used to - is he still dreaming? He lets out a confused mew and opens his eyes enough to take a look at his surroundings.
He's in a room, with a low table a foot or so away from him, and on the other side of the room is an open door. Don's ears prick up - he can hear the sound of a spatula on a frying pan and something sizzling, which must be the bacon. That's right, that was the kitchen, Don thinks, and at last he wakes up enough to remember where he is: Marvelous's house. The home of the human who'd taken him in off the street last night.
Don sits up slowly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and looks down to see that he's still in the pajamas he'd borrowed from Marvelous last night after his bath. He'd slept on Marvelous's sofa, and that must be Marvelous in the kitchen cooking breakfast. He'd been a little worried that everything that had happened yesterday had been a dream, and that he'd wake up shivering in a dirty alleyway again, but it looks like that's definitely not the case.
I should go and say good morning to him, Don thinks, but his stomach twists with nervousness. Marvelous had been kind to him yesterday, but what if things are different today? What if he's changed his mind? Don still can't believe that a total stranger would be willing to take him in indefinitely; what if Marvelous has decided that Don is too much of a burden for him after all? Don hugs his pillow and frets over it all for a moment.
But he promised, the other half of Don's mind protests. He promised I could stay with him as long as I want, and he's been so gentle... Don thinks back to last night, how Marvelous had held him while he cried, had let Don curl up with him on the sofa, had stroked Don's hair until he fell asleep. Marvelous wouldn't just turn Don away after all of that, would he?
Don gathers his courage and gets to his feet, still hugging the pillow to his chest. He pads quietly towards the kitchen, the smell of sizzling bacon growing stronger and making his mouth water. He'd had a good meal - the first proper one in months - last night, but after sleeping through the night he's starting to feel hungry again.
"Marvelous?" Don calls, and peers through the kitchen door. Nervous though he is, his ears perk up happily when he sees Marvelous by the stove. "Good morning," he says, giving his tail a cheerful swish.
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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!”