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Xevon gave him a warmer smile, running one hand over Callisto's fuzzy head. He cleared a bit more of the ash from the fireplace and set up a bit of starter wood. Starter wood were smaller chunks of wood, they were laid out in an alternating pattern with a little bit of space between them but not too far that they wouldn't catch or light. Without any lint or "fire fodder" as he called it, he simply collected some of his feathers, leaving one for Callisto to toy with, and set those in the bed between the wood. At the least, it would burn well enough to catch the wood and then the fire would go from there and he could add logs later. He snagged a match from the kitchen and made his way back, striking it on the stone of the fireplace. The man let the heat curl up over the stone before lowering it to the small nest of feathers and tucked it between the wood. Pretty soon, the fire was going again and Xevon leaned back on his knees. "Did you sleep alright?" He asked the white cat. -- Finn grumbled lightly at the sound, his eyes slowly fluttering open. That was... not a sound he enjoyed. It felt weird and off and it sent his heart racing. As Lily began to move, Finn stretched out and grumbled, finally sitting up to at least wake up. One hand lifted up to rub over his freckled cheeks, trying to push the fog of sleep from his eyes. "Morning." |
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Callisto’s ears flattened beneath Xevon’s hand as he gave him a short pet, stopping in his pouncing to look up at him. He watched as the man walked back and forth, sorting out the fire. Only when Xevon had turned back to him, sticking near the fire did he stand back up. However, the movement made the feather shift beside him and his eyes darted towards it. Smacking down a paw and pinning it to the ground, his head turned back up to Xevon. “I slept well.” He hummed, not feeling strange to talk in this form, at least to Xevon. He was far too used to it that he padded up closer, leaving the feather in his wake. Callisto lowered his head and bumped it against Xevon’s thigh before leaning up and placing his front paws on his leg, raising his head up to look at him. At least Xevon looked..vaguely better. That and he wasn’t stoically standing there, with a seething gaze locked onto him, this was slightly more familiar. He did give one short look over at Alma, where she was paging through a book, his tail pausing in its lazy movement. – Lily’s eyes only reopened as Finn leaned up, drawing a groan of complaint from her throat. She turned onto her other side to face him, flopping an arm over his hips in protest to him getting up far too quickly. Her head pushing into the bundle of blanket and Finn beside her, giving another small groan. “Good morning.” She spoke into the quilt, clearly disgruntled by being woken up. Her hand scrunched up the hem of Finn’s shirt, tugging at it gently. “Sleep more.” Lily grumbled out her request, finally sleeping in a bed without the worry of heading back to face Veles had felt incredible. No haunted dreams that night, she prayed that if she slept more, she would continue to have uneventful slumber. |
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Xevon tilted his head lightly as Callisto paused from batting around the dark feather. His hand stretched out, taking the feather in his fingers before tossing it to the fire. His eyes lowered as the feline pressed his head against his thigh before looking up at him. The winged man's lips pulled into a weary smile, gently picking the feline up in one arm. "I'm glad," he whispered. "It's good to hear you slept well, Callisto." He didn't bother looking over at the woman. He knew she was there, she knew she was there. There was no real point in bringing attention to it. -- Finn's soft gaze lowered, humming slightly as she pulled him back down to the bed. He wanted to sleep, sure but his senses were tingling that something was wrong. Maybe... maybe it was just the echoes of a dream he had during the night. Not that he would remember it anyways. Finn let out a small noise, a loose sigh and settled back down beside her. "Alright, alright," he murmured softly, brushing some of the hair out of her face. His gaze was soft, almost relaxed. He was content to finally just settle down again, even if he felt like maybe he should've gotten up. "What about breakfast?" Finn finally asked, feeling just the faintest touch of hunger. |
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Even as he was lifted from the ground, his hard gaze was still fixed on Alma. Xevon had to be right about her, she was something else, different. Whatever it was, he wasn’t sure he was so keen on finding out now. Eventually, Callisto looked back up at Xevon from where he was being held. Strangely enough, this didn’t feel like any sort of dramatic interaction that made his head swirl with thoughts. Instead, he let himself go a little bit limp so that he was easier to hold. He tucked his head down, letting it flop heavily into Xevon’s torso with a short huff of air. The growing flames of the fire where slowly reaching him, bringing a nice warm glow across the two of them. That in combination with feeling as though Xevon was, for once, relaxed. Even if it was only a little, it made Callisto comfortable. – Lily grinned into the covers as he relented and moved back down beside her, smug with her mission being completed. That was until he piped up again and she popped her head up to look down at him. “You’ll survive for a little bit longer.” She tilted her head to the side as she peeked down at him, a content smile pulling at her lips. “You look pretty in the morning sun.” Lily didn’t make any sort of flustered reaction to the words she had let out, it was true. The yellowed dawn light did compliment the red of his feathers and brought out the freckles across his face. The sound forgotten for the time being. |
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Alma raised an eyebrow for a moment or two. "... what?" Xevon followed Callisto's gaze toward the woman before he settled back, content to finally pepper the woman with questions. "Who and what are you really? I can guarantee you that whatever concoction you made last night was not something that Callisto, Lily or I could make and have the same outcome." "It was a simple tea," Alma waved one hand lightly, one leg crossed over the other. "You could make it--" "But it wouldn't work," Xevon cut her off, far more bold than before. At least word-wise. He kept his distance from the woman. Alma shook her head lightly, but in her tone was an edge of distaste and perhaps a touch of grief. "I am merely human... and nothing more." ---- Finn looked up at her before groaning theatrically. "You're trying to starve me," he teased, poking at her side for a moment before settling into the blankets and pillows again. The words almost caught him off guard, looking up toward Lily. Pretty--he hadn't been expecting that kind of comment. Not that he really knew how to respond other than tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. "Well, at least I can look pretty once. It's nothing compared to you," he whispered, voice barely audible, "you... you are pretty all of the time. Absolutely stunning, no matter what. I'm so thankful that you're mine." |
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Winter Month: 2 
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