Good Morning from the stunning Crathes Castle woodland Garden. From 10-3 today and tomorrow come and try to cheer up my grumpy cats. #exclusivelyhighlands #grumpycats (at Crathes Castle) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ck2x2-JKyP3/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
Oh my god how did i forget to post this??? Its kind of a half-assed shitpost but i don't care. The lil teaparty makes my heart so warm and that's all that matters.
This was Rolan and Sorren's dynamic before Rolan found out the weird stray cat he's been taking care of is actually just a druid
mf ABSOLUTELY would have "Dad who doesn't want a pet yet bonds with it immediately" energy and I'll die on this hill.
Got inspired by this post HERE by @drizztdohurtin about tiefling purring HCs and the little thing about purring during sleepy/lazy sex weaselled into my brain and refused to leave until I wrote this lil thing. It’s gonna be much longer than this and will be NSFW at the end but this lil bit makes me so happy that I had to share it early.
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As they lay silently together for another few moments, Rolan felt it before he heard it; a light rumble under his palm where it lay flat against Sorren’s chest. It was a quiet sound, unlike the druid’s usual loud grumble when he was feeling flirtatious or playful. No, this was soft- barely even perceivable to anyone who wasn’t completely in tune with his body. It was something intimate in nature, reserved only for Rolan in the sleepy quiet of their bedroom.
A tender smile ticked up the corners of Rolan’s lips as he slid his hand higher and higher, until it finally rested carefully at the source of the sound. There, at the base of Sorren’s neck, in the junction of neck and collarbone, he felt the full force of the purr. While still light, it vibrated Rolan’s palm steadily sending little shocks of warmth up his wrist and into his heart.