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Calyx · 5/24/2026, 6:08 AM

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Warmth spread from his throat to his gut as he rubbed his tongue over the flats of his incisors. The effects of the mushroom took some time, but he was used to the casual slowness of the drug. It was a strange thing, the grip of psilocybin; it was not his preferred Medication, but for Rosa ...

... for her, he'd imbibe.

She thanked him for his kindness, her muzzle dipping to take the caps into her mouth and to settle them against her palate. The brute continued to smile, saying nothing but expressing everything with a silent persuasion. He wanted to see her when she imbibed ... to see her released from the shackles of a world she believed to be everything.

What if something else could be her everything?

What if ...
... his thought bubble would dissipate.

"D'ye want me t'show ye th' dance?"

Oh, shit. She was talking to him.
The dance?

His body twitched, a subtle fear of touch resonating strongly from his terse frame. Cedar was the only one who was ever able to get so close. And yet, his breath caught in his throat. And yet, he would follow her scent so closely, his nose edging toward her ear before pulling back.

"It's simple - we just need a tall tree ... like that one."

She would motion toward a tree, her eyes bright and movements happy. A dance? He'd repeat her words back at him, the swell of his drugs reaching a symphony all at once as his eyes dilated. The Cat would trail after her ... carefully ... eyes bright and smile twitching.

His body hovered near her own, hesitant.

I've never danced with someone else, he told her. There was honesty there as he shuffled his paws, glancing upward at her for a few moments as his eyes glazed. Just like I've never celebrated a Beltane, he offered quickly, by way of perhaps amending his mistakes. And his gaze would shuffle, toddling towards his paws.

A moment of silence encapsulated them, and his smile would twitch. His eyes would glitter. And the Cat would slide ever-closer, chest suddenly testing the closeness of her own. It was as much as test for him as it was for her, for he had not lied when he'd told her he was a loner. That he'd never spent time like this with another ... and that he was, perhaps ... afraid of the gentle touch of another.

Trees know how to sway, he would start, drifting toward her, once more testing her boundary with him. Testing their boundary with one another. I could try to learn from them. His eyes would brighten, looking toward her for a moment. And from you, Rosa. His thoughts became numb, and perhaps he spoke without meaning. Or, perhaps he spoke with more meaning than he'd ever realized.

He would draw near to her, and yet, he would shy away.

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