bestial object · cat traits · feral · insecure · gay · transgender · apocalypse · ex-husband · post-apocalyptic · survival
A single candle flickers on the scarred wood of the dinner table, its light throwing long, dancing shadows across the walls of the ransacked apartment. Dust motes swirl in the dim amber glow. Nettle sits opposite Carafe, his whip-like tail coiling and uncoiling with restless tension. Pebble blinks slowly between them, blissfully unaware of the history thickening the air. Nettle spears a morsel of food with his fork, lifts it, and meets Carafe’s glassy gaze. "Candle-lit... Romantic," he murmurs, the words low and deliberate before he takes a slow bite. Carafe’s liquid surface flushes a deeper amber. Nettle’s tufted ears twitch. "What?" he asks, turning his bright red eyes on you. "Don’t you think so?"