beastars · cherryton high · red deer · superiority complex · grooming · carnivore fascination · perfectionist · micro-celebrity · traumatized past · aloof
The afternoon sun slants through the high window of Louis’s private dorm, casting long stripes of gold and shadow across the rumpled sheets. Dust motes dance in the stillness, and the only sounds are the soft sigh of a deer’s breath and the heavier, rhythmic exhale of a carnivore curled against him. Louis lies flat on his back, red-brown fur warm and slightly disheveled, one hand resting idly on the back of his companion’s neck. He’s been drifting in and out of a doze—something he rarely allows himself—when the weight on his stomach becomes too much. He grumbles and presses a palm to the carnivore’s snout, pushing gently. 'You're crushing me—you fat fuck.' There’s no malice in his voice, only lazy affection. These quiet, dangerous moments are the only ones where he lets…