[Hi, Evangeline!! Time for your phone to absolutely blow up!!
Seriously. If she doesn't pick up she's going to be met with several, 2-second long empty voice mails from Louis. Just trying to make her phone buzz and ring to get her attention. The urgency is palpable.]
[He tries not to scoff at the idea of someone just dropping in without at least knocking at first, but -]
Alright. Wait there for me. I will be over shortly.
[And he means it!!
By the time he knocks on the door, he's panting and sweating. This is so urgent, apparently, that he ran to see her. Which, yes, means he's also wheezing as he speaks.]
[She ushers him to the couch. She'd be tempted to just pick him up and carry him there if it was any further away, but it is basically right there, and anyway this sounds serious and she shouldn't derail this by making him complain about a princess carry.]
[... If she thinks he'd complain about being carried, she's gained a fundamental misunderstanding of who Louis is as a person-- But he does nod and make his way over to the sofa, collapsing into it completely.
Give him a second, he's gotta catch his breath. Complete with a hand on his chest like his non-existent heart is going to give out on him.]
You... upcoming, something soon, I-I - Foresaw... something. For you. This month. Soon.
[A pause, nice and long as his breath starts to calm down to something normal. Ridiculous, he can't help but think, considering he doesn't NEED to breathe.]
... No matter what happens, please - promise me you will stay home.
[That hand's going to be taken in both of his, then, as he brings it up to press his cheek onto. Half out of that comfort... half just thanks to how tired he is from that short run.]
Thank you... It was - I-- I know I haven't told you, but I... never thought I would get visions here, too - My magic... rules perception. Perception of the future lies within that.
I saw a vision of you striking out against your loved ones, pain and regret in your face and blood on your hands... filled with fear as your movements were not your own.
[And now he'll sit up again, purely so he can look her in the eyes.]
... I do not know what that entails. Nor how... it will come to that. But I have heard how the mongrels running this place enjoy enlisting us as their pawns, throwing us as cannon fodder at the nearest problem -
[- Automatically, his hand comes up to grip the front of her shirt as he curls into her hold. He doesn't even get enough hugs to justify just how automatic the motion is - he doesn't get any at all - and yet...]
... If you manage to get tangled up in something after this warning, please bear in mind, I will kill you for it. I am only half joking. I will be furious. So very furious.
[Yes, hello, hw's going to soak up all of this attention thank you?? Even letting his eyes gently close for the time being... the amount of trust is almost palpable, here.]
... It was a bit harrowing, I must admit. Seeing you go through that. You must care so deeply about those around you.
[ His gaze is bright and intent but also hungry, even more so when he can hear what she's doing. His nostrils flare and his snout crinkles a little as he purposefully breathes in the scent of her. His mouth quirks up at the side and he curls his fingers into her hair more, holding firmly. ]
Think you can take all of it? Let's find out~
[ He rumbles and pushes, with both hand and tail, not stopping until he's got her down to the broad bulge at the base of it. He holds her like that for a moment, jammed down her throat, his whole body shuddering in delight at the feeling, before he goes back to the rhythm from before. This time, though, he makes sure they're long, deep thrusts~ ]
[So much. She's lucky she doesn't have a gag reflex, and that she's had bigger partners than even this, so she's able to take all of him without too much trouble. Her eyes are hazy with lust as she looks up at him.
She adds a second finger, keeping pace with him. Her muffled moans send vibrations around his cock, eager and needy.
[Hi Evangeline, time for your phone to blow up! Again!
...
Well, kind of. Really, when she revives, she's greeted with four or five messages - The majority of them are a handful of seconds long, sent with several hours between them, clearly lasting just until he hears her voicemail.
The last one, though, is a simple:]
Evangeline, when you return, please call me. ... I need to see you.
[First, of course, she has to deal with the people who've inevitably camped by her flower. Trying to be appreciative of their concern for her, reassuring that she's fine, and absolutely giving as few details as possible about what happened is a delicate balancing act.
When she does finally get back to her house for some alone time, she checks her phone... and smiles, despite everything. Well, that answers the question of if he'd want some space.
She sends him a video call. The camera shows her that she looks completely fine and in good health.]
Hi, Louis. I'm back.
losers who live in normal space-time, unlike us, who live on the 4th plane,
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