Boundaries.
An Arte X Ivy Drabble
Knock, knock, knock.
"Come in."
Arte opened the door to the arachnid's chambers, greeted by the sight of moonbeams illuminating her porcelain muzzle just before she put on her mask. "You know you don't have to wear that around me," the immune feline reminded her.
"Oh," Ivy realized, removing it. "Force of habit."
Arte then added, "By all means, do whatever makes you comfortable. I didn't mean to—"
"It's alright," Ivy assured. "I'm... comfortable around you." Although it was true, it was such a foreign feeling. To be unbridled by the shackles of her illness.
Arte felt fluttery in his chest, though he quickly batted it away by clearing his throat. "So how are you feeling? Ever since I... you know..."
From the way his ears folded back, Ivy could tell the cryokinetic was feeling guilty for her mild case of frostbite. "Kingsley, it wasn't your fault."
"I know you think that," Arte began, clenching his fists, "but if anything serious happened to you because of me, I would never forgive myself."
Amused, Ivy shook her head. "Risking my life for the sake of yours is quite literally my job."
"I suppose..." Arte stared at his hands as if they betrayed him. "I'm just afraid of hurting you again."
Ivy felt a pang in her chest. Such cruel irony. The one person she could touch... couldn't touch her.
But perhaps...
She contemplated before suggesting, "Would you like to propose a time limit for physical contact?"
Arte raised his head, intrigued. "I think I'd like that."
Ivy recalled, "I believe I was affected after fifteen minutes, so shall we say ten?"
Arte hesitated. "I don't want to risk that. Not yet at least." He countered, "Can we start with five?"
"Sure," Ivy responded. "Five minutes it is."
Arte sighed in relief. Setting this boundary was something he didn't know he needed. It felt good to have the weight of the world off his shoulders.
Then Ivy took a bold step forward. "Shall we put it to the test?"
Arte tinted. "Are you sure?"
"I wouldn't suggest it if I weren't."
He took a deep breath. "Okay then..."
Giving the spider one last chance to change her mind, he offered his palm. To his surprise, she took it. He kept his touch as light as powdered snow as he brought her digits to his lips, giving them a peck.
Ivy averted her gaze in a poor attempt to hide her rosiness. "You don't have to treat me like some delicate—ah!"
The feline swiftly drew her in to lock his arms around her petite frame. He felt her stiffen, knowing she was unfamiliar to embraces, but he eventually felt her relax and return the hug. She clutched him tightly, taking advantage of the opportunity to hold someone. This coaxed him to bury his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her flowery scent.
He spoke against her ivory skin, his cool breath making her shiver, "I missed you."
Despite the chill, Ivy felt warm. "You did?"
Arte chuckled. "Of course. I missed your gaze. Your voice. Even your stubbornness."
Ivy flushed. "What am I supposed to say when you tell me such things?"
Arte drew his head back to face her, brushing her soft bangs aside to view her radiant ambers. "Nothing. Just let me savor you." He was about to lean in, then halted upon seeing her burning cheeks. "Sorry, was that too forward?"
Ivy shook her head, making an effort to steady her racing pulse.
Relieved, Arte leaned in to kiss her, their lips dancing their familiar waltz, their heartbeats harmonizing like the chorus of a love song.
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What is your oc’s strongest childhood memory?
Arte as a child, and even now, had very little freedom as he comes from an affluent family. They expect him to inherit the estate, the hotel business, and all the responsibilities that come with it. He spent a lot of time sitting through boring lessons and etiquette training.
One day in an act of rebellion, he climbed a tree in the backyard, only to realize he was too scared to come down. He didn't want his parents to find out so he attempted to climb down, only to slip and gash his neck on a branch as he fell. They found him bleeding out on the grass, lucky to be alive and not paralyzed. He's since recovered, left with a scar.
Since that incident, his parents have tightened their hold on his freedom, hiring bodyguards like Ivy to keep an eye on him 24/7, but that doesn't stop him from escaping fancy galas every chance he gets.
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