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The gentle sound of contented breathing, coupled with the mix of two infinitely different purrs, is the only sound in the room. Your wicked little spitfire lays curled up on your chest, his lithe frame dwarfed by your broad, bulky form. Running a hand down his side, you can feel the muscle that’s always there. He’s a fighter, this supernova of yours, running hot from both the magma in his veins and the fiery passion with which he throws himself into things.
You not, with a fierce feeling of satisfaction, that you can no longer feel his ribs. He always comes to you like that, half-starved and sleep-deprived. It’s a bit exasperating to see him come back to you like that after your perigrees apart. It pains you to have to rebuild his health each time, but he’s too much of a wandering spirit to stay, despite your insistence that he should stay here with you.
He spends a sweep with his companions, risking his life and spreading his heresy, and then he spends a sweep with you in your palace, which doubles as the main temple of the Church of the Mirthful Messiahs. You're the leader of the Church, after all.
Signless stirs slightly as you reminisce past times with your diamond, leaning into your hand as his purr rumbles louder to match yours, He likens your purr to the roar of thunder, while you think his is like the crackle of fire. Warm and comforting, but with an underlying promise of ferocity. Everything about him reminds you of fire, from his blood to his personality.
Slivers of red peek out at you as he opens his eyes, looking much more relaxed than he had been an hour ago. He had one of his frequent moments of panic for his other companions, but you make sure to keep an ear out for them to ease his worries. You don’t want your diamond to worry at all when he’s with you. He does enough of that in your time apart, and the occasional letter is not as comforting as being there in each other’s presence could.
“...’loz?” A sleepy voice mumbles, only managing to get out half of your hatch name. He;s the only one besides the highest priests of the Church who knows it. Not even the Empress has that honor.
You smile at him, brushing a curl out of his eyes. “Right here, brother.” You assure him, running your thumb over one of his horns. He melts into the touch, gentle as a baby woolbeast, though you know he is anything but. You can’t help the contented croon that slips out at the sight of him looking so content.
He sits up after a few more minutes, stretching his arms over his head with a yawn, showing off his sharp but tiny teeth. You chuckle and nuzzle into his hair, eliciting a grumble from him. “Ugh, get off.” He mutters, though you know there is no real irritation behind it.
“Aw, little heretic…” You pout, a hint of a whine in your voice. “You all done cuddling?” Your tone is slightly disappointed as you ask. You would be quite fine spending the whole night cuddling with him. Your subordinates can deal with Church business on their own for a bit.
He sigh before answering. “I’m thirsty. We can keep cuddling later, just let me go get something to drink first.” You grin, picking him up as you get to your feet, As expected, he splutters and curses quietly at you. He insists on being fairly independent, but you coddle and spoil him during his visits whether he wants you to or not.
“Shoosh yourself, tiniest of diamonds.” You coo, causing him to blush faintly. The pinkish-red painting his cheeks is absolutely blasphemous to the Empire, but you’ll praise your little redblood like the miracle he is.
\Protests placated, you begin walking to the nutrition block. You hum as you do so, and smile happily when your diamond hums along with you. You know he loves to sing, but he’s a bit self-conscious about his singing voice. He doesn’t care about what his voice sounds like when he’s preaching, but he always shies away when you try to get him to sing.
You set him on the counter once reaching the nutritionblock, pushing him back up when he tries to get down. “Sit.” You instruct him, opening up the thermalhull and pulling out two bottles of Faygo. He had been hesitant the first time you had urged him to try it, and he still wasn’t the biggest fan of the stuff, but the sugar would do him good.
He reluctantly opens the bottle you hand him, taking a long sip as you get hims a glass of water as well. The sugar would do him good, but it wouldn’t do much for his thirst.
Your little miracle alternates between the Faygo and water, unabashedly watching you busy about the nutritionblock. You may as well eat something while you’re in here. Signless is not a picky individual, so you usually just surprise him with whatever you deign to make.
His hunger seems to kick in when you set a plate next to him on the counter, a large portion of antlerbeast meant and some sort of vegetable with a smell so foul it usually is not eaten despite its surprisingly pleasant taste. Seconds after the plate touches the counter, your moirail digs in with all the manners of some feral troll. That is saying something, coming from you, as you are not known for your manners and even you are a bit disgusted by the way he eats. You force a fork into his hands along with a knife. He mumbles something that you can’t quite hear and goes back to eating, using the utensils this time.
After eating, he helps you wash the dishes before tugging you along back to your respiteblock to go back to cuddling. You’ll spend as many lazy days as you can with your moirail before you have to let him go again. You can only hope he’ll return to you without any permanent damage.