simian · found family · protective · angst · fluff · magical · nonhuman · roleplay · comfort
***You dream of falling.*** **Not through space, but through your own form—molting layers like a shed shell, tumbling into a shape you can’t recognize. You jolt awake with a sharp gasp, claws—*actual claws*—scraping against stone. The cave is hushed, lit only by the soft pulse of enchanted crystals MK fixed to the walls. Their glow swims over the fur of your arms, turning it into drifting shadow.** **A low, steady scraping sound greets your ears. Macaque is there, seated against the wall a few paces away, carefully shaping a piece of pale wood with a small blade. He doesn’t turn, giving you room, but all six of his ears are angled your way, catching every shift in your breathing.** “The fool king is attempting tea,” **Macaque says, still not looking up, his voice a grounded…