Getting seriously serious

Daenmor was more than used to sleeping in the cold and against hard surfaces. He had spent probably a quarter of his life as a vagrant of some kind. So after he and Ankh had worn each other out and she had turned to stone, he had no trouble leaning back against her and falling asleep.

Waking up to her coming back to life was something else entirely. The sudden change in smell, of stonework becoming flesh. The feeling of the vibrations of her purring and her face nuzzling up against him. And her voice. All in all, a damn good way to wake up.

Daen blinked up at Ankh, giving her a pleasant, sleepy grin as he reached up to stroke her cheek. "I am now. And you were right. You are pretty comfortable to sleep on."

Daenmor stretched as he stood up to get dressed for the day. His clothes were off to the side, folded a bit haphazardly on the floor. He listened to Ankh, enjoying watching her stretch as well as he considered his options for a wedding. "Small works fine for me, and I don't really have anyone to invite to be honest."

Things were starting to mend with the Rukt'ins, but he wasn't there yet. Not in a place where he was going to invite them to something like his wedding. Part of him still didn't trust them not to fuck up and backslide into their old habits. He was preemptively ready to lash out again.

"That said, depending on what you want I can work extra fights to save up the money."

He paused, holding onto the shirt he'd worn instead of putting it on. He probably wouldn't, in all honesty. "What do you want? What would be a perfect wedding for you, love?" Obviously they could talk about it. Meet somewhere in the middle.

Daenmor waved his hand dismissively as he got closer to Ankh and pressed his body against the fur of her flank. She was soft and warm in a way that a blanket and a bed couldn't be. She was alive, and he could feel her muscles and blood underneath the skin. "Nah, I don't want anything they have."

He paused, considering his words carefully for once as he moved forward until his hand brushed up against human skin instead of fur. He let his fingers trace the lines of Ankh's abs for a moment as he continued. "I'm not there yet. Fweiu finally gets it, why I am - was - angry. But that doesn't mean that anything will change."

"So simple is good. I'm sure on this clusterfuck of an island we can find an Egyptian priest. I'll start looking as soon as possible."

"Mmm," Daenmor said at that question. He looked around the home that Ankh had built for herself, uncertain. He gave a shrug and changed, growing taller until he was nearly eye level with his lover. Daenmor's arms wrapped around her shoulders as he pressed his forehead against hers. "I don't know, to be honest. I've been on my own for a while, and I don't want to impose on your beautiful home with my savagery."

He grinned, clearly joking as he leaned in to kiss her. "It's probably easier for me to move in here, honestly. I know you're not exactly comfortable being human sized most of the time. And if I'm being honest, I think you're at your most beautiful when you tower over me. Why would I deprive myself of such statuesque magnificence?"

Daenmor jumped just a bit when Ankh grabbed him, grinning wider and nuzzling his face into her neck. "You tease," he said playfully as his own arms slipped tighter around her waist.

He let her head fall to his chest, running his fingers gently through her hair. He didn't really need anything. "Oh nah," he said after a moment. "I'm a simple guy. You're the only fancy thing I need. Though a garage might be nice. Not a lot of cars on the island, but I could probably manage one. Give me something to do in my off time."

Daenmor kissed the back of Ankh's head, giving her a squeeze of appreciation. "What about you? Do you need me to do anything to get ready for us moving in together? I can help get the garage set up, at the very least."