( honestly, if nami had any amount of energy more than she does right now, she'd be venomous and spitfite on account of how poorly people have treated koby these last few weeks. unfortunately β she's tired, there was an attack on her life, and all she wants to do is rot in bed for the next six months. she's well on that journey now, meddling into the bedding. when koby enters, she perks up a little, before flopping back down, throwing the pillow she'd be cuddling to her chest on the ground.
wordlessly, she pats the bed in front of her. come get your cuddles, pink. )
[This is where Koby would normally curl up into a tight little ball, would nuzzle into the crook of Nami's neck that smells like citrus and sunlight, would probably cry his already-ragged throat even more raw with frustration and grief and hurt. But there's a band of bruising across her throat, and a hollow exhaustion in her eyes, and that fiery protectiveness is back like it never left.
So when Koby climbs onto the bed, wobbly and shivery from days without sleeping or eating enough, he switches things up a bit -- instead of curling into Nami, he tucks her under his chin, protectively, his scrawny little body somehow much less scrawny after months and months, somehow broader and leaner and -- more adult, maybe. Enough that he can wrap both arms around her and rest his cheek on top of her head and breathe in that tangerine scent and almost (almost) believe they're gonna be okay.
At the very least, he can believe that nothing's going to get close to Nami while he's there. The wolves aren't the only ones with teeth.]
nebulous timeline bc notifs were not notifing ok
wordlessly, she pats the bed in front of her. come get your cuddles, pink. )
she's injured, he's crying, could be anytime lbr
So when Koby climbs onto the bed, wobbly and shivery from days without sleeping or eating enough, he switches things up a bit -- instead of curling into Nami, he tucks her under his chin, protectively, his scrawny little body somehow much less scrawny after months and months, somehow broader and leaner and -- more adult, maybe. Enough that he can wrap both arms around her and rest his cheek on top of her head and breathe in that tangerine scent and almost (almost) believe they're gonna be okay.
At the very least, he can believe that nothing's going to get close to Nami while he's there. The wolves aren't the only ones with teeth.]