DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[vecna]

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

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[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.

[vecna]

[He scoots a bit closer forward, leaning in. Part to act playfully, conspiratorially, but also if he nudges in closer to her wiggling toes, then is that so bad?

Massaging down to her heel.]

My irreplaceable wizard.

[velluminous]

[ wiggle, wiggle. ]

Mm. What else.

[vecna]

[Warmth rising just beneath his skin. He hasn't even had any of his tea!]

Stunning. Brilliant. Unflappable. [jay and jen laughing at that one] Bold and challenging. So many things. My entire world.

[velluminous]

[ isn't that his own fault? besides, that's the life of a tea-drinker. she leans back her head as the compliments pour forth. ]

Push down.

[ on the foot in his hand? on the foot between his thighs? yes. ]

[vecna]

[Yes, indeed. His fingers press in more deeply, as though seeking out tension points in her foot, rooting them out. And Henry pushes forward against the pressure of her wandering toes, which aid them in sinking in closer between his legs.]

Hm, and what about him?

[INNOCENT SLEEPING MUSHROOM CHILD IN HER LAP]