independent cheshire cat configured into the ouat universe. multiverse & multiship.
mature content present. often times triggering and nsfw.
narrated by cecilia. 18. she/her. est.
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THE MORNING WAS GOING so well, no pressing engagements, no petty crimes weighing on her conscience ( oh no, she’s above all that now. ) buffy was still curled up on the couch, blanket wrapped around her slim frame, sleeping peacefully. ————— until the sound of her name had her jolting upright, hands rubbing frantically at her eyes.
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that’s cool — i wasn’t sleeping or anything.
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HER VOICE IS STILL glazed with sleep, hair a pile of wildly spun gold atop her head. oh how she GLARES, though it’s not so intimidating when you y a w n half way through.
’ what do you want. ’
IT’S A REPUGNANT HORROR TO SPY at such an early bird hour ( the CAT himself was accustomed to rousing in hours downstream - say about occasion when the sun accosted to shoulder of the welkin at its apex, point at which BRILLIANCE could NOTbe disregarded. one o’clock to be precise). Honeyed tresses sloshed about frame of lounge, petite bod curled as the domesticatedFELINES had favoured so much, genial hums of a slumbering recognition.
Disgusting. Revolting.
“Continuing to hibernate as I proceed to authorize a roommate MEETING would be highly incompetent, inexpert to my authority which would RESULT in your immediate expulsion from my flat. So yeah, it is - cool.”
Feminine garments remain obscure in clasp behind his back ; that is until they’re cascaded in her GENERAL vicinity.