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museboxofmuses2018-10-21 11:54 pm
steppechild) wrote in museboxofmuses2018-10-21 11:54 pm
Obligatory Furry Thread
It was almost the end of Aza's shift, and he felt nervous.
Not overly so, but enough for tiny butterflies to take up residence in his stomach as he rose from his desk and stretched his stiff legs out. Tonight had been remarkably uneventful, for a full moon, but it meant Aza was stiff-backed and restless, his more bestial instincts eager and hungry to do something more satisfying. Or someone... hence the slight nerves, because...
Well, tonight Aza was deciding to be a little bolder than usual. For a good while now, he and Aymeric had been circling each other, clearly interested but aware of the lines and hurdles that threatened to come between them. They had a few dates, casual and intentionally ambiguous, with maybe the odd one or two kisses that almost became something more, if it weren't for Estinien being a fucking cockblocker - but now Aza was ready to take that bold step forwards. If Aymeric was interested in him, then he needed to be interested in him, the werewolf of sharp fangs and claws and shaggy fur, and not just the handsome Miqo'te he mostly was.
He's seen it before, where werewolves were forced to suppress and hide away their other selves for their partners' sake, and Aza wasn't going to fall into that trap, no matter how handsome and charming and wonderful Aymeric was. So. Aza was going to approach him now, as he was, and see how it went. Best to do it now, before he got in too deep, if only for his own peace of mind.
It should go fine. Aymeric always stared and was weirdly focused on the no pants issue when Aza was in wolfman form, but he never seemed nervous or uncertain being near him. Which was good, and gave Aza hopeful feelings as he walked over to Aymeric's office, smoothing his paws over his thick ruff to flatten the plush fur a little, and trying to make himself look nice. His winter coat had come in, so he felt a bit too poofy to be sexy, but people like fluffy dogs, right? Should be fine. It'll be fine.
"It'll be fine," he mumbled under his breath, pausing at Aymeric's door to brace himself. As ready as he'll ever be, he nudged the door open and stuck his snout through, shoving his nervous butterflies down and out of mind, "Hey, Aym? You alive in here?"
Not overly so, but enough for tiny butterflies to take up residence in his stomach as he rose from his desk and stretched his stiff legs out. Tonight had been remarkably uneventful, for a full moon, but it meant Aza was stiff-backed and restless, his more bestial instincts eager and hungry to do something more satisfying. Or someone... hence the slight nerves, because...
Well, tonight Aza was deciding to be a little bolder than usual. For a good while now, he and Aymeric had been circling each other, clearly interested but aware of the lines and hurdles that threatened to come between them. They had a few dates, casual and intentionally ambiguous, with maybe the odd one or two kisses that almost became something more, if it weren't for Estinien being a fucking cockblocker - but now Aza was ready to take that bold step forwards. If Aymeric was interested in him, then he needed to be interested in him, the werewolf of sharp fangs and claws and shaggy fur, and not just the handsome Miqo'te he mostly was.
He's seen it before, where werewolves were forced to suppress and hide away their other selves for their partners' sake, and Aza wasn't going to fall into that trap, no matter how handsome and charming and wonderful Aymeric was. So. Aza was going to approach him now, as he was, and see how it went. Best to do it now, before he got in too deep, if only for his own peace of mind.
It should go fine. Aymeric always stared and was weirdly focused on the no pants issue when Aza was in wolfman form, but he never seemed nervous or uncertain being near him. Which was good, and gave Aza hopeful feelings as he walked over to Aymeric's office, smoothing his paws over his thick ruff to flatten the plush fur a little, and trying to make himself look nice. His winter coat had come in, so he felt a bit too poofy to be sexy, but people like fluffy dogs, right? Should be fine. It'll be fine.
"It'll be fine," he mumbled under his breath, pausing at Aymeric's door to brace himself. As ready as he'll ever be, he nudged the door open and stuck his snout through, shoving his nervous butterflies down and out of mind, "Hey, Aym? You alive in here?"