Close Quarters (Gen/Shin, CynoNari)
Hi um. Me after posting late to my own event. nyways this is for @hachiibun !!!!! thank you So much for your patience i hope you like this. I tried to go insp from some art you've posted so i hope its to ur liking!!!!
Cyno was familiar with Tighnari’s nose. Sensitive and easily set off, it wasn’t uncommon to witness one of his fits if you spent a day with him. His ears would twitch and flick, tail swishing with agitation, nose scrunched up against a wrist until he finally succumbed. His awareness is what led to the sinking feeling in his stomach as he watched the other.
The two were cramped together in a small inlet, waiting for the moment to strike against a large group of enemies. They crouched side-by-side, shoulders pressed together. Cyno quietly observed, watching the furrow in Tighnari's brows, the flick of his tail, watching him scrub a gloved hand against his nose. The two locked eyes, Tighnari’s eyes red-rimmed and watery with unshed allergic tears. He worried his bottom lip against his teeth, sending a message they both knew. Tighnari needed to sneeze, and there was very little he could do to stop it.
The specks of pollen coating every surface was the clear culprit. While neither of them were allergic, it was nearly impossible to not feel itchy with the sheer amount of it. Even Cyno, prideful of his own control, had to resist the urge to rub his irritated eyes. Tighnari, however, was fighting a losing battle. He aggressively pawed at his nose, leaving it red and angry looking. They both knew his sneezes could never go unnoticed- Tighnari’s fits were pitchy and desperate, demanding attention whether he wanted it or not.
Cyno adjusts, freeing a hand, prepared to help if needed. Sure enough, Tighnari’s slow, controlled breath snagged, entering a desperate cresendo as he fought against the itch, battle quickly lost. Cyno watches as he crushes the release against his glove, knowing the control will not last. Tighnari’s nose is never satisfied with just one, and a wet sniffle and the crinkle in his nose confirms his theory. He gives cyno a watery look, warning him of what he already knows.
He slowly manevours around so that he's facing tighnari, ignoring his quiet hiss of “what are you doing?!” then, he brings up his hands, gently presses tighnari against his body, and locks eyes with him. Tighnari nods, breath already stuttering. Cyno can almost feel the tickle, watching his nose wrinkle as he brings up another glove to scrub at it. His breath takes on an almost desperate whine, and he buries himself into Cyno’s shoulder
As it came to a peak, Cynos hands wrapped around hjs head, pressing him further into him. The fabric against his nose set him over the edge, as he tries desperately to silence the much-needed release.
“h’NGT! h-N’’gXT-h’NdT’iew-! hhI- hN’GT-hH’NDGT-ieww!” Tighnari panted against the rapid releases, and Cyno felt a dampness in his shoulder. “Done?” he whispered, knowing Tighnari’s sensitive ears would pick it up. Tighnari lets out another whine-like breath, hitching and stuttering. “I don’Hht-! Don’t know how many more I.. nGHT-! snF! Can hold back..” he mutters, congestion clear in his voice.
Cyno presses his hands against the back of Tighnari’s head and presses him further against him. “Let them out. It’ll be okay.”
Tighnari opens his mouth to object, but with his loss of focus, the need for release overcomes him. He buries himself in the crook of Cyno’s neck, each sneeze more desperate and itchy sounding than the last.
“hIH-iSHhiew-iShh-i’tSCh’iew-! hAh.. hiDT’sCHh’u! a’TSCHh-sCHh’ieww-! n’GTCh-! iSCHh’u!” Tighnari gasps for breath against Cyno as he watches their targets warily pack up their camp and leave, made nervous by the sudden activity. He releases a deep breath, but there’s no use in being angry. It was an unavoidable outcome. He releases his grip on his companion, trying to plan a next move as he listens to Tighnari’s wet sniffles as he attempts to clean himself up.
“I’m sorry, Cyno.” He says after a few moments, voice thick and raspy from strain. Cyno shakes his head in response. “It was bound to happen. I’m sure they’ll return.” He stands, dusting the dirt from his clothes, and offers a hand to Tighnari, who takes it after another itchy sneeze aimed into his shoulder. “You need to go home and wash the pollen off.”
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Just an update on my Little Hell Trio comic. Things have been a little... hectic. So, I've decided to make it a little easier on myself while still producing content for this AU.
The comic is still happening, but right now I need less on my plate and it's easier to write the chapter between everything else on my plate than to make fully rendered comic pages. Excited to get the first chapter done for you guys! There will still be art associated and links to each chapter here! The comic will be released as I'm able but at least this way content won't be lacking!
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... not to be annoying or whatever but I hate the take that Rick loved Diane more than Beth as the reason why we never see another Diane vs living with Beth ... because the love for a significant other and the love for a child is and should be different. The way I see it, obviously Rick loves his Diane and Beth a lot but his relationship to Diane as a husband is a deeply personal one that is specific only to that particular Diane. They have a history: dating, marriage, sharing a child, etc. Rick's feelings to and experiences with that particular Diane wouldn't be the same with any other (even if they share similarities). It's the same reason why he stated that he wouldn't just replace Birdperson --- they both have specific ties to him that wouldn't be the same as is often true with a love interest (often times shared personal experiences increase those bonds).
Another Diane could be dead, or remarried, or not into him, or just not the same. A different Diane is not necessarily the same as this Rick's wife.
In contrast, Rick's relationship to his original Beth was still relatively new in comparison to other relationships (i.e. Diane) since she died as a young child. However, (whether she likes it or not) Beth is ALWAYS Rick Sanchez's daughter. Since, their rapport isn't as strong it is easier for Rick to attempt to assimilate into another Beth's life. It is an objective truth that Rick is Beth's father, and thus it is the relationship that is easier to 'replace'. But that doesn't mean that he loves one more than the other as there are incomparable relationships.
Rick's love for his wife is tied to HIS wife specifically and his love for his daughter is tied to her identity as his daughter which is a constant. Both is equally good and valid.
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