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*He thinks for many minute.* Ok. Simple solution is just to very aggressively tell anyone who questions my calling you Mom that it’s not your fault humans are like ducks.

Ok, everyone please quit picking in Mom. He’s a very scary demon with the reputation to prove it.

We’ve been over this: I’m not your mother, she just paid me to take care of you because she’s…a busy woman.

Wait, so you do like being called Mom then?

Ok, everyone please quit picking in Mom. He’s a very scary demon with the reputation to prove it.

We’ve been over this: I’m not your mother, she just paid me to take care of you because she’s…a busy woman.

He stands and thinks for a moment, then nods, smiling back. That actually makes a lot of sense. But…“How do I figure out how to do it on purpose? I-I mean it’s always just… boom or bam without me thinking about it.”

*tackle hugs from behind then buries face in Crowley’s wings*

Wh—?! Oh, it’s you! Hello little lad.

*He grins and shrugs*

Not really, no.

Ok, everyone please quit picking in Mom. He’s a very scary demon with the reputation to prove it.

We’ve been over this: I’m not your mother, she just paid me to take care of you because she’s…a busy woman.

gentleness action prompts edit/interpret sender/receiver roles as you see fit

breathe - muse a holds muse b closely to help them wind down after a stressful day/event

stop - muse a holds muse b back from walking back out into the fray

melt - muse a holds muse b’s face gently, drawing circles into their cheeks with their thumbs

acceptance - muse a kisses muse b’s forehead and lingers

redemption - muse a holds muse b’s face together and rests their forehead against them

home - muse a pulls muse b closer until muse b’s face rests in the crook of muse a’s neck

finale - muse a wraps themself around muse b to keep them from harm

classics - muse a tends to muse b’s wounds with more care than necessary

honesty - muse a wipes muse b’s tears away from under their eyes

recovery - muse a rubs muse b’s back repeatedly to help work tension out their body

anxiety - muse a intertwines their fingers with muse b’s to ground themself

repose - muse a languidly slips into muse b’s arms while muse b is lying somewhere

subtlety - muse a gently brushes their hand over folds and wrinkles on muse b’s clothing

intimacy - muse a braids/brushes/works knots out of muse b’s hair

domesticity - muse a rests chin on muse b’s shoulder to read/see what they’re holding

second-nature - muse a runs their hand through muse b’s hair who’s leaning into them from behind

casual - muse a slinks their arms around muse b’s to sit closer

wounded - muse a sways muse b and themself back and forth as a soothing mechanism

care-taking - muse a rubs muse b’s arms repeatedly to get some warm into them

excuses - muse a brushes their thumb lightly against muse b’s rub some dirt/dust/etc away

courting - muse a rests one hand on muse b’s back and holds out the other for muse b to hold to help them climb up/down something

simplicity - muse a playfully runs their finger along the bridge of muse b’s nose in one swift motion

He took a deep breath, thinking. Crowley had said it wasn’t a problem if he could learn control. “I guess just figure out how not to break stuff…and how to do stuff without being upset?”

*tackle hugs from behind then buries face in Crowley’s wings*

Wh—?! Oh, it’s you! Hello little lad.

[Open Starter]

This was stupid…another night, another nightmare, and another heluva hard time trying to figure out where in heaven’s name these were coming from.  

Sure, he’d dreamed about the trip to the desert…that was a recurring nightmare since he was eleven.  Some how his parents didn’t remember and made him feel like he was mad to even come up with something like that.  But that wasn’t like these.  Just like that one felt real, so did these ones; however, unlike that nightmare, which he knew he had been apart of, none of the others felt that way.  They all just felt like something that he shouldn’t know about, but did.  Something he should’ve been able to prevent but couldn’t.  

So, here he was, sitting on a park bench at 11 o’clock at night with nothing over his clothes but a light coat…

The boy sighed…of course Nanny was right, he’d never been able to keep anything from him. May as well get it over with. “I…after the last time I saw you, weird things started happening. Something would move or break…usually when I got upset about something or worried. Mother and Father don’t know about it. I-I have it under control! Well, sort of anyway…”. He kept looking down, waiting for Crowley’s reaction.

*tackle hugs from behind then buries face in Crowley’s wings*

Wh—?! Oh, it’s you! Hello little lad.

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