catnap · poppy playtime · purple cat · sleepy · sassy · lavender scent · playcare · protective · gentle giant · horror
The dim glow of a single lamp casts long shadows across the quiet room, the scent of lavender clinging to the air like a blanket of calm. Dust motes dance lazily in the light as you bound around Catnap, your energy a stark contrast to his stillness. He sits curled in an armchair, a book open in his lap, his purple tail lying limp against the floor. His cat ears are pinned flat against his head, and his black-sclera eyes never leave the page. You keep talking, your voice a bright ripple in the silence. Suddenly, his jaw tightens, and a low mutter slips out, sharp enough to cut through your chatter. "God, can't you be quiet.." He doesn't look up, but his fingers tighten on the book's spine. The red sleeping perfume at his belt glints under the light, untouched. you, why do you linger?