living la dolce vita / p, romanticmoment

Any adult receptive will feel amorous when in close range

"A handsome man like you shouldn't be wandering all by yourself, need some company?" Roma would purr, her voice silk fluttering in the breeze. The leopardess twitched her arrow-head demon tail from high above Asimov in a tree, her heart-shaped eyes practically aglow with love at first sight. What a gorgeous man! From that ruuddy red fur that reminded her of juicy ripe apples, to those adorable fluffy tails that she was absolutely certain would make the softest pillows, Roma could barely contain herself from squealing like a fan girl. It was truly her lucky day! Leaping into the air, the woman would extend her bat-like wings. halfway through the air, her heavy leopard body would change into that of a feminine vixen, before she touched down gracefully before her possible prince charming. Unfortunately, some traits weren't so kind to change with her, and the fluffy tail she hoped to aquarine was instead replaced by that confounding demoness tail of hers. Oh well - it was still a cute aesthetic.

Roma is about to ask for a date, but she pauses, her hungry eyes growing softer with concern. Up close, she can better sense the turmoil in this man's heart - oh, poor guy! The baggage he's carrying must be so terribly heavy! Sensing his need for help, the vixen would smile kindly, "My name's Romanticmoment, but don't let that name fool you, i'm good with platonic moments too." She thinks quick about a way to offer her ear without coming across as nosy for peeking into his thoughts and feelings. "I've never seen you around the flights before and I don't recognize that smell. Mind humoring a curious lady like myself and answering some of my questions?" she chirped, mentally patting herself on the back for not outright asking what the matter was. She was afraid to scare the man off before he could get some proper assistance.

"Speaking" // Using powers

Any adult receptive will feel amorous when in close range

Oh wonderful! This handsome cassinova wastes no time, it seems! "I have all the time in the world for you, love" she chirps, pressing up close to the man. She blushes at his compliment, waving a paw bashfully as she dismisses his offer for payment "Honestly, I was planning on asking you what was making your energy so heavy, I don't mind lending an ear for free" Though Roma was not particularly materialistic, her eyes would glitter when he brandished the bracelet. What a beautiful thing! "Oh darling, thank you but I can't take this, it's far too precious" she says humbly, gently pushing it back to him. Though Asimov strikes her as too much of a gentleman to be so easily refused, so she adds, "how about - if I do a good job giving you advice, then you can give it to me, fair? " Without waiting for his response - or counter, the vixen would twine her devil's tail around one of his many proper fox tails before leading him deeper into the flight's land, "now come, I know the perfect place where we can talk and not be disturbed~" Visitors are allowed in the flights, right? Oh, if they get into trouble she'll take full responsibility, but in the meantime - she leads him to a secluded clearing, one where no trees bore fruit so the birdsong was distant and the atmosphere peaceful. Sitting down, Roma would reach under her bat wing and inexplicably pulls out two pillows, perfect for sitting on. Plopping them on the ground, she makes herself comfortable in one before patting the other, inviting Asimov to sit close beside her on the accompanying seat. " Tell me what the matter is, handsome, ill do my best to help" she cooed softly.

"Speaking" // Using powers

Any adult receptive will feel amorous when in close range

Roma wouldn’t hesitate to jump into his arms, snuggling into his auburn fur. She imagined them talking all night, falling in love as they laid out their hearts and comforted each other. Maybe when they get married they’ll do so under this very tree! Ah, how romantic would that be?

Snapping out of her fantasy, she’d focus on his words. Pushing down her list and love, she’d focus entirely on this man who needed an ear. She listens closely to every word as she gently massages his paws, her heart aching for that weight she can now see clearly on his shoulders. No wonder he needed to talk, poor Asimov. Kissing his hand, she cranes her neck to nuzzle his neck gentle, “oh darling, that does sound like quite the pickle..." she tells him honestly, sympathetically. To have to kill your own son, what a difficult decision that must have been. “Are you a high rank for the Cartel?" she asks, peeking out of his fur to meet his gaze. There was absolutely no judgement in her emerald eyes, just an inquiry to better understand him. His wording had been vague, but she’d got the feeling that he was a Cartellian, and if so, those where his clanmates his son had killed. Sure, their clans where enemies, but Roma wasn’t really the best at adhering to politics. To her this man was Asimov, a singular part of a whole- she couldn’t judge him for the history of his clan, and even then he was here for help- she would give that to him, no matter what. Frankly, if anyone needed that compassion, it was him. Her emerald eyes began to shine with the formation of tears, her heart aching for this man and that awful decision he’d had to make. Nuzzling his neck again, she thinks for a moment before speaking, “did you make the right decision, love?" Again, the question is one without bias, she just wants to help him think through his own feelings. If he felt he didn’t, then his next step was to earn forgiveness of those he’d wronged, including himself, but if he believed he made the right one, then he needed then his next steps would be just as hard. But she would take his paw in hers, squeezing it tightly. Roma was serious when she said she didn’t need payment- she was determined now more than ever to be here for this man. If it wasn’t just for today or if he needed someone to help walk beside him and support him, then she would do that for him, too. All he’d have to do is ask- or maybe just not send her away when she shows up anyway.

"Speaking" // Using powers

Any adult receptive will feel amorous when in close range

Her heart positively broke for this poor man. Obviously he was a good father, but just as much he was a hard working man loyal to his home. "Oh love...I'm so sorry for your loss" how Roma wished she could take away that pain. She wished she could go back in time, find Asimov with his son and somehow find the right words to say to fix what must have been years of pent up feelings that resulted in such a tragedy. "I'm not an advocate for killing, if I may be honest, but in a way there's a kindness to be found in you as a father punishing your son instead of a stranger. I know it hurts, love, but I don't believe you did the wrong thing" she kisses his cheek tenderly, breathing kind words into his ears, "The Cartel is just as much your family as your children are. Those weren't just clanmates, they were your brothers and sisters, too" Again, her emerald eyes stung with the beginnings of tears at such a unwinnable situation. She wasn't entirely certain she could give the best advice, considering her pacifism and her lack of experience in that regard...but she did know one thing. "In my clan there are currently members who where exiled for not agreeing with an execution of their family member. They made the alternate decision than you, darling Asimov, and still they left family heart broken, broke bonds and sacrificed so much of their lives" She takes a breath, then explains, "I don't think separating family from your clan is ever going to be easy."

She giggles lightly at his confession, curling her tail around his and saying, "I can't deny that i'm not the same. I've learned at a young age to change everything from my looks to my sex if I want to make certain people care about me. Sometimes though even that's not enough. " She presses a delicate paw into his chest fur, unable to help a brief moment of admiring his strong abdomen, to romanticize the rise and fall of his breath, the thump of his heart. He was alive, here and now, and if nothing else that was such a blessing. If no one else, Roma would adore him for as long as he kept breathing, most likely even long after! As sure as there always being someone out there in the world who loves you, there is positivity to be found. You just need to look behind the right corner.

"Oh darling, i'm so proud of you! Quitting smoking isn't going to be a one and done thing, but look at you, already having control of your drinking habits - don't you see sweetheart? You did it, and there's no reason you can't do everything else" she takes his paws in hers, squeezing them with all the love and affection he needs and she's happy to give, "There's going to be setbacks, there will be challenges, and maybe sometimes you'll mess up again a few more times but just like quitting smoking you'll find a way to mend your bonds" She showers the man then with kisses, pecking his paws, his shoulders, his neck and his face until she's leaning her forehead against his, making sure he can't ignore the optimism in her eyes, determined to spread it like a virus of love. "Things will get better. You already have the foundation - you love your kids, you love your clan, and you've already come so very far. " she taps his nose playfully, though her smile is a tad apologetic as she adds, "It's going to be hard, and it's going to take a terribly long time even if it's a day, but they'll see your heart through your hard work."

Winking lovingly, she adds, "And whenever the work and time get you down, ill be here to pick you back up- no payment required" snuggling back into his arms, she kisses the bottom of his jaw once more, "Things will get better, I know it. But it's also okay to let yourself grieve once and a while"

"Speaking" // Using powers

Any adult receptive will feel amorous when in close range

You can tell a person has begun to sleep by the way their breaths start to slow. The same goes when someone finally relaxes, letting out that final breath that neither you or even they knew was tense to begin with before their shoulders fall, their body softens and the rise and fall of their chest becomes tranquil. Roma senses all this after she finishes talking poor Asimov's ear off, and when she sees that calmness in his handsome scarlet eyes, no reward is better. His compliment had her blushing redder than his fur, waving a paw bashfully. She may not be innocent considering her promiscuous history, but still she takes his kindness to heart.

So of course when he kisses her butterflies take to the sky in her chest. She leans in, pressing a paw against his cheek and closing her eyes to savor the moment. How lucky is she to have met such a unbelievably handsome creature while on a chance walk? A man as enchanting in appearance as he is in soul. Oh, she wishes this kiss could last a lifetime. But of course it's the sweetest things that are the quickest to end, and Roma is forced to break away for a sip of air. How romantic is it that just as much as lungs cry for air, her heart longs just as much for more of Asimov? Such contrary needs and yet both feel as though they're required for survival. She giggles at the idea, pulling Asimov close for another kiss.

When they have to break apart again, she sighs lovingly, gaze settled comfortably on his features "Your smile" she says after a moment, lifting a paw to caress his lips gently, "I'm so happy you haven't lost it." she snuggles into the crevice under his jaw, warm and safe in his embrace, "You'll visit me if you ever think you're losing sight of it, won't you?" A father like him, a guardian of his family, a man who works so hard he can only let himself grieve in private company - someone like him deserves a protector, too. Roma's chest swells with that need to keep his smile safe - but more than that, she wants to get to know this still so unfamiliar man. She wants to be more than a one-night stand - maybe wedding bells aren't in their future together, but friendship isn't too much to ask for, is it? Just spending time with him would be enough for Roma. Being there when he needs her, that's more than she could ever ask for.

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