forum A Sort-of Lion, A few Witches, A Not-Quite Closet(malfunction). Stalkers wanted.

Started April 04, 2018 by @Ca1iCa1--Is--Tired

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(Good luck with that lmao)

Lucy hugged Lata close, willing her to wake up and stop crying. But tears glistened in her own eyes for a diffrent reason. Simply because of pure relief. They would be okay, everyone should be fine.

Orion seems confised. "Home could be with me if you wanted. At the cottage, with everyone. You don't have to be alone." Orion helps him stand, and leads everyone back home, making sure none of them fall behind. Collapsing into a pile the group rests. Cas with his tail curled around all of them. Sam and Orion purring, with Orion on top of Sam. Lata laying against Sam. Lucy with one arm thrown over Lata, fingertips brushing Sams fur. They slept. At ease. At peace.

(I came back a bit late so stick this above Ca1's post)
Suddenly everything stopped. It must have been the aura in the air that made the nightmares disappear. She dreamt of the large lion that she had seem Sam turn into. That had been Sam right? There was a whisper in the back of her mind. Be at peace. You are safe.

(I was gonna type a silly dream but then was like hmmm nah
I keep thinking of Orion as a cat ordering around Sam in his true form to rest and I keep laughing XDDD)

Sam dreams. He dreams of his city. He dreams of when everyone was at peace, when his walls protected instead of enslaved. He dreams of Balthazar, the two of them curled lazily on a couch in Sam's palace, happy. Then the dreams shift. They shift to Balthazar, falling, Inspa's sword through his chest. They shift to Lillith, lounging in Sam's throne, Cassiel's head on a golden platter. The shift to his own hands, covered with the blood of his own people as they lay dismembered and scattered across his streets. He rolled in his sleep, claws digging into the carpet. He was tired. He was broken. He was scared.

Lata woke to movement behind her. She tried to snuggle into the soft blanket behind her, when she opened her eyes. It wasn't a blanket, it was the lion from before. Her eyes widened slightly, still weak and tired. So it wasn't her imagination!
She could sense his fear, and turned so she could rub his back in calm circling motions. She assumed he was having nightmares as well, and it reminded her of herself just moments ago.

A rumbling noise came from Sam's throat. His dreams began to slowly slip away, fading into blackness. He rolled, cracking one of his four eyes open as he woke. He looked up at Lata, his giant head nudging into her lap. He rolled onto his back, trying to get Lata to keep petting him

(Tired Lata should work for now lol)
Smirking slightly at his cat-like behavior, she continued, happy with the softness of his fur. She yawned as she did so, relieved he wasn't having nightmares any more.

Sam smiled to himself, the flames of his mane flickering happily. They didn't burn, but rather provided a sort of cozy warmth. He reached up with one giant paw, gently bapping Lata's face while he buried his face more into Lata's side

(I just started laughing at the word bap again in the middle of class again, shoot)
She was tired so she batted Sam's paw away. He was so soft and warm… She snuggled up against his fur, enjoying the soft comfort. It felt unusual for Sam to be this affectionate, but she wasn't going to complain. She liked this side of him.

(I'm trying to make Sam a little less angsty lol) Sam started to purr, though he would never admit it. It was nice, being near the others. He knew they cared about him. They wouldn't stab him, or steal his soul, or kick him out. At least he hoped they wouldn't. He adjusted himself so he could curl more around everyone, enjoying being pet. Being a giant fuzzy lion had its perks

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