LET'S SHIP LESBIANS [kanaya's fanfics]

[ellie [ex-everything]]

Nepeta/Feferi
Downtime[/ul][/ul]

It's a little macabre, but "covered in blood" really is a good look for her.

Feferi rolls on her stomach, continuing to watch Nepeta wipe the latest "trophy" off of her face with a sort of sick fascination. Or something of that nature! Honestly, she didn't really think that taking a sort of curiosity in how the "mighty huntress" attends to personal hygiene is anything but completely expected and now weird at all, but people had different opinions on that sort of thing.
But as royalty, she sometimes was granted a little bit of leeway with that sort of business.

As royalty, a troll was granted a whole lot of weirdness, actually. And a whole lot of obligation to top it off.
It was difficult, caring for a lusus that, when upset or angry, could easily destroy their whole race. Supremely difficult, at that. But together -- with help, with company -- she sometimes felt as if this was not her mere duty (though it was) -- rather, an opportunity.
Of course, the opportunity for "what" was the question, and there was no real way to answer that without being a little morbid.

Sometimes a moirail can't be expected to help with something for any given day -- previous obligations, whatever have you. But that's what hunting trips were for!

Feferi kicks her feet up with a smile, digging her fingers into the dirt a little. Nepeta wipes the blood from her face with the side of her sleeves, making disgruntled little faces as she finds the need to rub harder to get it all off. Normally -- and Feferi knows this rather intimately by this point -- Nepeta would not even bother wiping off the "war-paint" or whatever it was supposed to be; it was a sign of strength and competence at a job, at a lifestyle -- hunting.
But Pounce De Leon was tired (as she was wont to be!), reclining on the pile of corpses with fully closed eyes and a low purr rumbling throughout. Nepeta might have boundless energy, and Feferi might have just enough to match it, but Pounce was another story altogether. They might get about three kills in before the lusus started to nod off, one of her two mouths yawning at a time with half-closed eyes. Out of obligation -- love -- Nepeta would suggest that they take a ten minute break at these times, to allow her mom to take a breather. A mother cat cannot keep up with her kittens all the time!

So they would sit, Feferi sometimes cleaning her trident as Nepeta rolled -- sometimes the reverse, it didn't really matter. What mattered was that they were alone, that the night was crisp and young, and that there was still plenty of time to get things done, spend some time together, hunt.
Even though it was mixing her priorities, Feferi tended to value the middle one the most. As a mostly strict seadweller, she didn't get to spend much time with her other friends! Or, uh, friends in general, really!

But whatever, now was not the time. The moons seemed to be dipping in their usual way, which meant that soon -- very soon -- that sun would come up, and trolls everywhere would be forced into hibernation, for a time, anyway. They had enough -- it wasn't worth endangering anyone to continue to hunt, though the prospect was tempting and Feferi honestly wished that she could spare more time on land -- spare more time hidden against trees, feeling nothing but her own breathing, hearing only the snaps in the forest, tense in every muscle, primed for the spring. There was only the hunt -- only the game -- only her own weapon, her body, herself.
Or, at least, that's how it was. Now they were two -- two parts of the same body, working toward the common goal; neither truly in control, each relinquishing identity, individuality -- for something greater than them. Cooperation in its purest form -- but for the different purpose. Feferi was obligated; this was her duty, her cross to bear; Nepeta found pleasure, found excitement, joy, life.
Need and joy. Pleasure and work.
They tended to make a thrilling combination, in any case.

Nepeta licks her hand and rubs against her cheek, getting that last bit of blood off, robotic tail flicking with the effort. Once fully clean, she seems to perk up, tail twitching in excitement. "Fefurry! Do you want to hunt some more? Or do you have to go home now?"
She wiggled her nose in an obvious imitation of twitching her whiskers, and crawled over to Feferi.
"Oh man! Would I love to hunt some more! But I don't think we can, Nepapuss! I mean, look!"
She got closer to her, and rested her hands on her shoulders, directing her sight to the moons.

"Oh.... I see! Yeah, we'd better get home." Nepeta looked at her with a smile and stood up, arching her back and flexing her tail. Feferi stood as well and made her way over to the pile of dead lusii. She grabs the net keeping them all together (much to the purrturbance of Pounce!) and starts to draw them behind her. Nepeta brings up the rear, maybe out of habit, maybe for the fact that the hunters could very easily become the hunted with such a bountiful boon -- no matter how dangerous they might seem, it was the true thrill of the most dangerous game. That the things that they must kill were after them as well, that they were alive and breathing and completely sentient, with motives that went beyond "sleep, eat and procreate."
It was exhilarating in a way, but morbid -- and much worse, exhausting!

The trudge through the forest, not really saying anything -- for is there a need? Even when hunting proper they don't say much, for who wants to give away one's position to the prey? Who wants to betray their own stance to whatever it is that could be watching them? Fat chance! Life was wonderful, killing was an obligation (or sport!), and she wasn't going to lose her life to a job (or hobby!).
Or whatever! Mixing priorities just got confusing after a while.

Presently, after a while, as it happens -- they reach the cliff, the drop-off, the end of the road. Feferi lugs the catch over to the side, and turns.
"Thanks so much for kelping me with this again, Nepapuss! It's no fin to hunt alone you know."
There's a streak of blood arching across Nepeta's nose still, and Feferi smiles and rubs at it with a thumb.
"Pff, Fefurry, hunting can be more than just a job! It's kind of nice, right?"
She swipes slightly at her hand, catches it, licks it.
It's a little weird, but then again, it's good on her.
"Besides! It's just fur fun!"

Feferi leans in close, resting her hand on her cheek, pecking her lightly on the lips before replying, "Whatever the case, I'm glad for the company!"
Nepeta's tail wags in pur(r)e excitement, "And whatevfur the case, it purreases me to help!"
She rest her hands on the sides of Feferi's shoulders, standing on tip-toe to rub her nose against the other girl's, purring in a manner that was obviously affected and kind of silly, but Feferi couldn't help but just laugh and press her lips against her.

They stand like this, not really doing much of anything but enjoying each other's company -- quietly, just together.
But the sun was going to come up, and Nepeta was far from hive -- and Feferi didn't want to be the cause of anything horrible.
So with a final gesture, she kicks the net into the sea -- something to swim after, something she'd have to hurry to catch. She smiles and rubs Nepeta behind the ear, fingers lingering against her jaw.
"I gotta go now, Nepurrta, bye!"

And with that she leaps into the sea, crashing into the waves with a diver's precision.
For a moment she surfaces, and she can just catch:
"Okay, Finferi! Sea you again soon!"

Sometimes a moirail can't be expected to help with something for any given day -- previous obligations, whatever have you. But that's what matesprits were for!

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