#Vasya Wisemoth

[feralrosie]

"holding the other’s chin up" for vasya & kent? 🥰

Thank you babe! Inspired by this ask, this other ask and the absolute fuckery of our Rat Circus server, I give you.... this. Way to go with my first MB fic.

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“Kent!” Vasya called from upstairs, “Are you ready to go?”

“Yes.” His voice wasn’t loud enough, but he was too busy making sure both Annie and Cass were comfortable in their outfits: a vampire cape for one and bat wings for the other. They looked adorable, and it should be enough for a perfect Halloween night, but Vasya insisted on also having matching costumes with him. 

At least she let him choose his own, although he didn’t put much effort into it. A few weeks ago, when she prompted the topic for the hundredth time, he just said he was going as Apollo. An old, yellowish bedsheet wrapped around his body and some dollar-store props would do the job. So there he was, looking like laundry, holding a plastic lyre and waiting for Vasya. 

She didn’t tell him what was her plan and instead made him wonder for two days how she was going to be dressed. He guessed it would also be some Greek deity. Maybe one of Apollo’s lovers? Hopefully not Daphne. Cyrene would be a better fit. 

“Alright!” She called again, jumping two stairs at a time down to his living room, giggling like a child. Halloween was her favourite holiday, after all. 

But when he turned around, she wasn’t wearing anything like a deity’s outfit. No bedsheet was contouring her body. There were leaves in her hair, but not a flower crown. She was dressed as—

Gods know what.

She had huge black goggles on top of her head, almost lost in the middle of curly hair along with two leaf-shaped antennas. Around her neck, she was wearing the furriest yellow scarf he’d ever seen in his life that matched the equally fluffy outfit. A cream-coloured crop top and shorts with a black pantyhose underneath, and a pair of knee-high hairy socks and matching long gloves. Still chuckling, Vasya turned on her heels, showing him the rest of her costume: huge fuzzy wings on her back. What the fuck.

“What do you think?” She asked.

Kent couldn’t answer. He wasn’t a guy of many words, but somehow he had even fewer ways of describing what he thought of it. “What are you—”

“I’m a moth! Not Mothman, just a regular moth. Vasya Wisemoth, if you will.”

“Why?” He couldn’t stop staring. Somehow, even dressed as an insect, she was still cute, but some primal instinct lost in the depths of the human mind was telling him that he shouldn’t trust her. Vasya was a tiny woman, but as a moth she was giant, and that can’t be right. 

“Oh, you know. You said you were going as Apollo, and by the way, you look great.” He tried to mumble thank you but she kept rambling, “So I thought of going as Daphne, but I don’t want to run from you or turn into a tree, so I thought perhaps Cyrene was a better option. But then I figured, Apollo among other things is the god of light, and moths are drawn to light! Isn’t it funny? Sometimes I have great ideas.”

As she spoke, her hands ran along her body, pointing details of her costume and fixing the fur. She explained what species of moth inspired it, a Venezuelan Poodle Moth, and how she made eighty per cent of the entire thing herself.

Kent approached her, confused but intrigued, and before his fight or flight instinct was triggered, he held her chin up to look at him. His eyes must have been intense as he frowned, since blood rushed to her cheeks as soon as her hazel irises met his. They were so close, enough for her furry scarf to tickle the exposed bits of skin of his chest, and for a moment neither had the courage to speak again. 

“Vasya—” he whispered, thumb almost reaching for her lower lip, and she looked like her heart was racing as much as his own, but his next words would make both of them burst into laughter. “Can I pet you?” 

#mind blind #kzarneki #kent zarneki #Vasya Wiseman #or should i tag #Vasya Wisemoth #Kent is a furry pass it on #i told you it wasn't going to be cursed! #nicknackwiseman #my writing