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The movie was a bit loud.

He wasn't sure if he enjoyed it all that much.

He never got the skinny on what Lilith wanted to drag him to to get him away from another night of tinkering. She said he needed to get out. Get some air. Hit the town. What little town there was.

Nestled in the hills half a mile out from the dorms was a small hamlet of a town, included as what amounted to, as Lilith called it, a "campus corner" type location. Adorned with small european shops and curiosities. It was all mythical beings, of course. Little fairy tailors owned the shop where she got her sweater adjusted, and next door a lycan butcher offered up fresh cuts of everything from steer to chimera.

They took after humanity, though. Organized in this normalized nook of civilization made possible by the high-ranking magic folk who themselves had human sensibilities.

The theatre was a bit of an anomaly. An anachronism of sorts. The town could have leapt from any century, but the theatre looked distinctly cut from somewhere in the mid 60's. Well kept, but distinctly retro in style. Lilith always found that charming. Like her flip-number alarm clock and vinyl player, it was a little quirk she guiltily indulged in enjoying, feeling more and more like a hipster with each novelty ripped from the households of the 70's and 80's.

She also indulged in popcorn.

Often with a decent amount of butter.

Simon poked his head out and peered over her collar, the rich smell of popped corn reaching his nose. Too rich for his taste. He had manage to scarf down a single piece before feeling an unpleasant fullness that kept him mostly slumping over as he blankly followed the images on screen.

He was tired.

It was late.

He slowly began to slump again, burying his face in the dyed fabric of Lilith's sweater. It was so soft. So warm. Suddenly the world began to tilt and he found himself falling forward, the stitched wool failing to support his weight. Before he had a chance to tumble down her torso and land on her pert breasts she extended a finger and caught him in an instant, gently pushing him back upward into her collar.

A white lock brushed against the back of his head.

Gods, it was soft in here.

She pulled her collar outward and looked in with a smile. "You alright?" She whispered.

He blinked at her and nodded slowly. He opened his mouth to speak but ended up yawning instead.

With a mild smirk of amusement she let go of her collar and used her finger to tuck him under the wool, patting the lump in her sweater as she felt him curl up against the first soft surface he could make contact with. It sent little tingles down her spine. Another little indulgence. She couldn't help but begin to bask in his smallness for a bit.

A tumblr ask that went over well. So I figured I'd frontload ya'll with exposition and then have Lilith and Simon have another tiny moment.

I can't help but acknowledge the strange duality of character that Lilith exhibits literally every single drawing.

It's like I've been musing on it for, like, two years.

Because there's, like, two Liliths. The sexually powerful confident domineering Lilith and the sensitive lonely shy cuddling Lilith.

I'm curious if this is jarring. Or if it makes her more dynamic. If a character committed to one demeanor is more or less complex and compelling. All I know is it allows for her to be the squishy dominant fetish character while also having moments like this with Simon. I'd like her to drift towards something more feasible and less...like...basically abusive.

Part of the development has been about empathy. And the realization of consequence. Sort of peeling back the sexy stigma of a scenario like this and revealing Lilith as nothing but a bully and Simon as this overly-complacent weakling. But then I turn around and have her cuddle him all rough-like but say that she's different now.

Something something your cake and eating it.

Description
The movie was a bit loud.

He wasn't sure if he enjoyed it all that much.

He never got the skinny on what Lilith wanted to drag him to to get him away from another night of tinkering. She said he needed to get out. Get some air. Hit the town. What little town there was.

Nestled in the hills half a mile out from the dorms was a small hamlet of a town, included as what amounted to, as Lilith called it, a "campus corner" type location. Adorned with small european shops and curiosities. It was all mythical beings, of course. Little fairy tailors owned the shop where she got her sweater adjusted, and next door a lycan butcher offered up fresh cuts of everything from steer to chimera.

They took after humanity, though. Organized in this normalized nook of civilization made possible by the high-ranking magic folk who themselves had human sensibilities.

The theatre was a bit of an anomaly. An anachronism of sorts. The town could have leapt from any century, but the theatre looked distinctly cut from somewhere in the mid 60's. Well kept, but distinctly retro in style. Lilith always found that charming. Like her flip-number alarm clock and vinyl player, it was a little quirk she guiltily indulged in enjoying, feeling more and more like a hipster with each novelty ripped from the households of the 70's and 80's.

She also indulged in popcorn.

Often with a decent amount of butter.

Simon poked his head out and peered over her collar, the rich smell of popped corn reaching his nose. Too rich for his taste. He had manage to scarf down a single piece before feeling an unpleasant fullness that kept him mostly slumping over as he blankly followed the images on screen.

He was tired.

It was late.

He slowly began to slump again, burying his face in the dyed fabric of Lilith's sweater. It was so soft. So warm. Suddenly the world began to tilt and he found himself falling forward, the stitched wool failing to support his weight. Before he had a chance to tumble down her torso and land on her pert breasts she extended a finger and caught him in an instant, gently pushing him back upward into her collar.

A white lock brushed against the back of his head.

Gods, it was soft in here.

She pulled her collar outward and looked in with a smile. "You alright?" She whispered.

He blinked at her and nodded slowly. He opened his mouth to speak but ended up yawning instead.

With a mild smirk of amusement she let go of her collar and used her finger to tuck him under the wool, patting the lump in her sweater as she felt him curl up against the first soft surface he could make contact with. It sent little tingles down her spine. Another little indulgence. She couldn't help but begin to bask in his smallness for a bit.

A tumblr ask that went over well. So I figured I'd frontload ya'll with exposition and then have Lilith and Simon have another tiny moment.

I can't help but acknowledge the strange duality of character that Lilith exhibits literally every single drawing.

It's like I've been musing on it for, like, two years.

Because there's, like, two Liliths. The sexually powerful confident domineering Lilith and the sensitive lonely shy cuddling Lilith.

I'm curious if this is jarring. Or if it makes her more dynamic. If a character committed to one demeanor is more or less complex and compelling. All I know is it allows for her to be the squishy dominant fetish character while also having moments like this with Simon. I'd like her to drift towards something more feasible and less...like...basically abusive.

Part of the development has been about empathy. And the realization of consequence. Sort of peeling back the sexy stigma of a scenario like this and revealing Lilith as nothing but a bully and Simon as this overly-complacent weakling. But then I turn around and have her cuddle him all rough-like but say that she's different now.

Something something your cake and eating it.