DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[vecna]

(( when the sun sets, we're both the same ))

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[velluminous]

You have already said this. Stop trying to make me blush.

[vecna]

Why? Is it working?

[velluminous]

[ pushes her foot into his belly and wriggles her toes there ]

Am I looking like I blush?

[vecna]

[Pushed back slightly against the back of the sofa, rubs rubs rubs her foot. Conciliatory.]

Working on it.

[velluminous]

No, you aren't.

Don't.

Simply do... this.

[vecna]

Well, since you asked so nicely. Does it feel okay?

[velluminous]

It feels perfect.

[vecna]

[Massages all the way down to her heel, slow but with deep, steady pressure. Lightly, he jokes.]

Maybe I’ve found my new calling in life. Masseuse.

[velluminous]

[ it feels nice. she sinks back further into the tired couch cushions, shifting as she does the little mushroom son. onto her lap. ]

Personal masseuse to me only.

[vecna]

[Said mushroom son snuggles in close, little stubby arms extended as wide as they can be, as though to cling to her.

Again: cute.]

Personal everything to you, only.

[velluminous]

[ all of 2 inches 🥺

sips her tea, for a moment just trying to think of some clever comeback.

nothing.

she trails a toe claw along his thigh instead. gently, and slowly, so as not to wake the son. ]

[vecna]

[Oh? Different foot or the same one he’s massaging?

His brow hikes up slightly, and he says in a hushed tone-]

And where are you going?

[velluminous]

[ her free foot, because she never said to stop massaging. a beat, as though she's been caught at mischief. ]

Hmm.

[ and she flicks him just above the knee with her big toe ]

[vecna]

[And massaging, he continues.]

Ow.

[Not really "ow." Though it is a feat unto itself that she can flick him with her toe.]

If you're going to start trouble [""trouble""] you should at least move him.

[The son.]

[velluminous]

What trouble?

[vecna]

I don't know, you tell me.

[velluminous]

[ this time she pushes her foot right in between his legs. don't wake now, son ]

I am having no idea.

[vecna]

[He's actually a little surprised by her boldness. He shouldn't be... but he is.

Thankfully, the mushroom son does not wake.

Henry... does not move, beyond just continuing to massage her foot. He wonders exactly what she plans to do.]

Well. I think you're trying to put ideas into my head.

[velluminous]

[ nothing. this was the extent of her plan. ]

That is being your domain, not mine.

[vecna]

[He huffs at that.]

And that domain being what, exactly?

[dirty thoughts??]

[velluminous]

Putting thoughts into minds where they are not belonging.

[vecna]

[Predictably and telepathically-]

I don't think it's anything you aren't considering, either.

[velluminous]

[ out loud, without missing a beat: ] I love you.

[vecna]

[omg 🥺]

Love you more. Without even having to think about it.

[velluminous]

[ wriggles her toes happily... yes, including those nudged up snug between his legs. ]

My beautiful lich.