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rainbowfic2015-05-16 02:45 am
rootsofthestories) wrote in rainbowfic2015-05-16 02:45 am
Code Brown, Rose Pink
Name: Sebastian
Title: you are the world (and I bow down to you)
Story: This City's Got Grace
Colors:Rose Pink: 4. want to go out?
Code Brown: 7. If you're asking, I can't say no
Supplies: N/A
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Nothing really.
40Word count; 682
Notes: So, I've been meaning to write about Cillian and Charlene ever since the last RP happened. I love them so much and they are darling. They are in a quasi-Owner/pet relationship except that he is...actually a dog. Well, Cu Sidhe but he was raised a not very kind manner that warped him and his views on himself pretty badly. She is helping him patch himself together and it's all very happymaking.
It's not hard for him to say that she's everything to him. She's the sun in the sky, the moon at night. She's the ocean tides and the air that blows through his hair.
She is his entire world.
There are others, of course. Jordan is the stars at night and cool water when he's thirsty, but she eclipses that.
He belongs to her and he would not have it any other way.
She doesn't have to ask him for the little things anymore. He knows to have tea in the morning and other such things. He knows her routines, her patterns and he bends to them every chance he gets.
This is what he does and more than that, it is who he is.
He won't complain though, not even a noise of distress. Because he knows it's better than what he had. It took him too long to realize that, too much teaching and kind words and gentle hands, but he learned.
He's a good dog, he can always be taught.
It's morning and the sun peaks through the curtains, lighting the room enough that he's starting to stir. He wriggles a little, stretching and yawning before moving to carefully get to his feet and start the water for tea.
He moves with the knowledge of someone who's been doing this for a while and soon enough, he's back in bed, curling up and nuzzling her, not exactly trying to wake her but simply wanting to show affection.
She makes a small lazy noise and moves to run her hands through his hair. He grins, lopsided and happy and nuzzles her hand, kissing the corner and flopping his head on her chest.
"Water's boiling," she says after a moment. He'd heard it too but he was reluctant to get up. Another quick kiss and he gets to his feet though, moving outside again and preparing the tea.
He brings it to her with a a couple of cookies and he smiles as she sits up and collects it from him.
"Good boy," she says and it's like he'd been told he won the lottery. His face lights up and he's all smiles and bright eyes. It's good to hear, to know he's good, to know he can give her what she needs.
He wants to do that, to be useful to her, to be good for her. Having someone to follow is helpful for his functioning but having her is the best thing he could have ever received.
She's a gist, a treasure, something he cherishes with all his heart.
He's not scared to ask questions with her, to mess up and learn. He doesn't have fear ruling him when he's around her, only the desire to be good and helpful. It's still something he's getting used to, even though it's been a year now that he's been with her.
"Walk?" He aks, voice hopeful but not desperate. He knows they'll go outside soon enough, he's just eager to feel the sun on him, to go exploring and stretch his legs. "Can we go out for a walk?"
She sips her tea, him watching her with hopeful eyes. Whether she says no or not is almost irrelevant. If they don't go out now, they'll do it eventually and he can crawl back into bed and curl up at her side.
"I think we can do that," she says after a moment. "Let me finish and get dressed, of course."
He sprouts a wide grin, bouncing in his spot. "Yes! Yes! Yes, Lady, yes!"
He trots outside then, grabbing the leash from the side table and puts it on the ground. He shifts then, a great, wolfish dog standing in the place the boy had been moments earlier, the collar sill around his neck.
Picking up the collar in his jaws, he returns to her, hopping on the bed once more and waiting patiently.
She laughs t him, ruffling his hair and even in his dog form, it's obvious he's delighted to simply be allowed to exist around her.
Title: you are the world (and I bow down to you)
Story: This City's Got Grace
Colors:Rose Pink: 4. want to go out?
Code Brown: 7. If you're asking, I can't say no
Supplies: N/A
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Nothing really.
40Word count; 682
Notes: So, I've been meaning to write about Cillian and Charlene ever since the last RP happened. I love them so much and they are darling. They are in a quasi-Owner/pet relationship except that he is...actually a dog. Well, Cu Sidhe but he was raised a not very kind manner that warped him and his views on himself pretty badly. She is helping him patch himself together and it's all very happymaking.
It's not hard for him to say that she's everything to him. She's the sun in the sky, the moon at night. She's the ocean tides and the air that blows through his hair.
She is his entire world.
There are others, of course. Jordan is the stars at night and cool water when he's thirsty, but she eclipses that.
He belongs to her and he would not have it any other way.
She doesn't have to ask him for the little things anymore. He knows to have tea in the morning and other such things. He knows her routines, her patterns and he bends to them every chance he gets.
This is what he does and more than that, it is who he is.
He won't complain though, not even a noise of distress. Because he knows it's better than what he had. It took him too long to realize that, too much teaching and kind words and gentle hands, but he learned.
He's a good dog, he can always be taught.
It's morning and the sun peaks through the curtains, lighting the room enough that he's starting to stir. He wriggles a little, stretching and yawning before moving to carefully get to his feet and start the water for tea.
He moves with the knowledge of someone who's been doing this for a while and soon enough, he's back in bed, curling up and nuzzling her, not exactly trying to wake her but simply wanting to show affection.
She makes a small lazy noise and moves to run her hands through his hair. He grins, lopsided and happy and nuzzles her hand, kissing the corner and flopping his head on her chest.
"Water's boiling," she says after a moment. He'd heard it too but he was reluctant to get up. Another quick kiss and he gets to his feet though, moving outside again and preparing the tea.
He brings it to her with a a couple of cookies and he smiles as she sits up and collects it from him.
"Good boy," she says and it's like he'd been told he won the lottery. His face lights up and he's all smiles and bright eyes. It's good to hear, to know he's good, to know he can give her what she needs.
He wants to do that, to be useful to her, to be good for her. Having someone to follow is helpful for his functioning but having her is the best thing he could have ever received.
She's a gist, a treasure, something he cherishes with all his heart.
He's not scared to ask questions with her, to mess up and learn. He doesn't have fear ruling him when he's around her, only the desire to be good and helpful. It's still something he's getting used to, even though it's been a year now that he's been with her.
"Walk?" He aks, voice hopeful but not desperate. He knows they'll go outside soon enough, he's just eager to feel the sun on him, to go exploring and stretch his legs. "Can we go out for a walk?"
She sips her tea, him watching her with hopeful eyes. Whether she says no or not is almost irrelevant. If they don't go out now, they'll do it eventually and he can crawl back into bed and curl up at her side.
"I think we can do that," she says after a moment. "Let me finish and get dressed, of course."
He sprouts a wide grin, bouncing in his spot. "Yes! Yes! Yes, Lady, yes!"
He trots outside then, grabbing the leash from the side table and puts it on the ground. He shifts then, a great, wolfish dog standing in the place the boy had been moments earlier, the collar sill around his neck.
Picking up the collar in his jaws, he returns to her, hopping on the bed once more and waiting patiently.
She laughs t him, ruffling his hair and even in his dog form, it's obvious he's delighted to simply be allowed to exist around her.
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Yes, it is a good thing indeed. :3
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He is darling and very sweet. Also fucked up but who isn't?
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Yes.
Squee.
Happymaking.
Thank you!
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This particular dogboy is just darling and kind of one of my favorites. I had another dogperson about who was also terribly sweet and happened to really enjoy cameras who I may introduce at some point but I don't know if i'll do that any time soon.
I really need to poke at the Roadtrip kids in general, there's a whole lot of stuff that needs to be wrangled with them though.
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:3 he i! I adore the puppy so much and his lady is so good for him.