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actionreactionDay 29 of 31_days. Yes. More het. I know, I'm scared too.
Ululani would often tease about how she and Calyx met. Looking back, a loving sort of tease accompanied by giggles and caresses as she reminisced on how the very first impression Calyx ever had of her was that she was some kind of talking tree. Which wouldn’t have surprised him. He smoked often enough to frequently think trees were talking to him.
His next impression of Ululani was a great deal more favorable as she shimmied down out of the tree’s branched and proved with optimally exposed skin and a hell of a view for the satyr that she was not in fact a tree.
Calyx wasn’t ever really sure when his interest in her turned into love. He had no concept, no prior experience to base that emotion on, and it was only her pointing it out to him that made him understand. It honestly confused the shit of out him at first, how much he cared for her. How much he learned she loved him right back.
It explained why she was different. Why he went to so much effort to make her happy. Why he composed song after song extolling her virtues, and bawdier ones to extol her vices. Why he spent gold and platinum on her, buying her almost more jewels than she could wear.
If he could sculpt, he’d have done that too. Let statues and sculptures of her everywhere, in the forest, in towns, in the garden, like an immortal testament of love. Ululani assured him, the songs were enough. The jewelry was enough. Calyx was well more than enough.
Ululani would often tease about how she and Calyx met. Looking back, a loving sort of tease accompanied by giggles and caresses as she reminisced on how the very first impression Calyx ever had of her was that she was some kind of talking tree. Which wouldn’t have surprised him. He smoked often enough to frequently think trees were talking to him.
His next impression of Ululani was a great deal more favorable as she shimmied down out of the tree’s branched and proved with optimally exposed skin and a hell of a view for the satyr that she was not in fact a tree.
Calyx wasn’t ever really sure when his interest in her turned into love. He had no concept, no prior experience to base that emotion on, and it was only her pointing it out to him that made him understand. It honestly confused the shit of out him at first, how much he cared for her. How much he learned she loved him right back.
It explained why she was different. Why he went to so much effort to make her happy. Why he composed song after song extolling her virtues, and bawdier ones to extol her vices. Why he spent gold and platinum on her, buying her almost more jewels than she could wear.
If he could sculpt, he’d have done that too. Let statues and sculptures of her everywhere, in the forest, in towns, in the garden, like an immortal testament of love. Ululani assured him, the songs were enough. The jewelry was enough. Calyx was well more than enough.