you are the moon and stars; the reason people fall in love with the night.

// whispers.. look at my worm i need to use him more… @wormins-time.bsky.social

🥱

oh ! my dear, you know, that makes me very happy to hear. i feared getting too ‘ pushy and ‘ pully with you !

absolutely !

how lovely ! excuse if i get a little rough with my hands. 🧡

selfish me desperately wants to put hands on you in various ways !

// i planned to be on today more but i am being taken out by surprise to pick up stuff for my move

i say you continue with that, seems like generosity rather than pointed selfishness. and i simply enjoy the affectionate care you string my way. perhaps ‘ i am the selfish one here.

i fear you fill me with an ego bigger than myself. which is a wonderful thing !

// this rock has no thoughts. no control no nothing over itself. what a loser. this is its brain always ever

i do not even know names besides— three. you think i know why i am not a rock in the sky sometimes?

i am so fuzzy suddenly at a topic in which i forgot we are on. something about the tower, right ? majora is so very ‘ lovely, how i adore the control one can have over the simple mind within a rock. 🌕

hopefully you find someone willing to help you there. ^^

no— no no. i seem to suddenly have a change of mind and love semi-captive state of being. worship will do well.

i cant be here more than five minutes before the freaks show up, what is your damage.

intense worship and pleading for forgiveness. perhaps even haggling to get the collar and chains forever gone.

you ask questions. you definitely ask the right ones.

sigh, no worry. i just took it as quite a terrible offense and shed tears of plenty. 💔

// growling howls barks who said you could get a haircut

the purple one . ^^

a hesitance rolls over the moon, not expecting the other before it to get so emotional. the moon could barely understand itself, and faced with the other spilling over— their chest tightens and stomach drops. fingers twitch, lower lip trembles with an attempt to find some form of wording that could

better than some here, at least.

i got stuck in the sky </3

good morning, peasants

it stays quiet for a moment until a short breath parts lips, free hand moving forward to rest against his lower abdomen. palm flat, beginning to drag up against the surface. very slow. „ still debating on that. “

„ leaving that up for interpretation, i take it? “ a short laugh, one that made its shoulders tense again. moon slid a bit, just to sit and find comfort while a hand ran through its hair. resulting in its head slumping against his stomach, a new nice place to rest against.

„ you are very pleasant to touch— ah, soft is a word. “ it really tried to not make it weird, but kept its hand in place. head dropping, pushing against his frame as the rock sigh. shoulders visibly relax, slouching.

the moon offered a nod, attempting to understand what it truly was not well versed in. he was still quite the mystery to unravel. its head tilts to accept the petting affection, a hand of its own moving to rest against his outer thigh. an act of grounding itself in the moment.

a heavy expression washes over the moon, its eyes flickering between features before settling. it tilt its head to catch the quick peck, returning one with a haste. after it lift hand and touch the fluff of the muffs, simply feeling a texture that was not the most familiar to it. a scoff, a laugh.

a tilt of head as it is left, hands coming together to rest before itself. the moon waits, still, practicing some sort of control. and he returns, gift in head. a smile forever plastered widens as the rock reach out a hand to first feel, then take and put the muffs on. making a gesture to show.

yes, but i see exchanging actual objects is also practiced down here. [ it is really trying to ‘ fit in ‘ whenever down. hands come up, collecting his face between. and just holding. ]

still pestered i got told i probably stink.

i am glad, it took many attempts to not squish this one entirely before i got it here. [ there were others ? ]

it is a gift. yes. do you like it.

if I put a mouse on your doorstep what would you think @sorcerervaati.bsky.social

twin !

sometimes i set things on fire : )

// i just like the idea of moon being given nice food and they fuck around with it so much it looks like they ate but in reality just made a mess

i wasted a whole bowl of soup yesterday and ive been crying about it since.

please eat something and tell me in detail about the taste, blonde.

eat birds.

i tripped and fell and now my day is ruined.

never bathed, have not had the need. [ using this rag to dab at patches of sweat, a hum of acknowledgement at the immediate help it provided. ]

do you have one available?

mh. sure thing.

i feel like i am dripping with sweat. what a stupid time to be here.

at least being down here comes with front row novella.

[ BAM POW BAM BAM POW POW ]

i bred too many villagers and they wont get out the chamber.