Thank You For My Life - Blog Posts

❝ you have a nice smile, has anyone ever told you that before? ❞ \ clenches fist , ororon

It is late at night and Ifa was invited for dinner at Ororon's place. The two Natlan warriors are still seated at the table after the delicious meal was done and they idly chat, having coffee and cookies.

Ifa made himself comfortable prior to the meal, his white coat hanging on the back of the chair and he removed his gloves. His hat is flipped over on his lap and Cacucu has nested inside the cowboy hat, sleeping soundly with a tummy full of food. 

Ifa has an elbow on the table and rests his chin in his palm, his other hand gently and sweetly petting over Cacucu's feathery head as the qucusaur sleeps.

Cacucu almost never knocks out when visiting Ororon. Those two are always buzzing with energy and they genuinely enjoy each other's company, but the Tlalocan vet and his assistant had quite the busy day at the clinic and Ifa doesn't mind Cacucu snoozing away inside his hat. After the chaos of today, Cacucu deserves to rest. 

Ifa continues to listen to Ororon's stories and tales while petting Cacucu's head. A smile soon spreads over his bronze features in this peaceful and perfect moment. A soft and fond smile; a smile that is equally exhausted, but warm and full.

Cacucu has been with Ifa through the thick of it all, through hell and high water, and still he remains by Ifa. Cacucu is such a good and wonderful companion. Ifa feels so grateful, his heart swelling with love and … 

Ororon says something odd again and it pulls Ifa from his thoughts. 

❝ My what? ❞ Ifa blinks at Ororon. His smile? Did Ororon compliment his smile? 

Ifa chuckles nervously and feels the warmth in his heart rush to his cheeks. 

❝ Nah, I'd just … we had a long day and we're tired, dude. I should get going. I gotta get this little guy to bed anyhow. Th-thanks, though … for dinner! ❞

Love love LOVE these two games and I need more art of them so I will (hopefully) make more

and they were roommates (chapter eight)

The apartment’s spotty radiator has been the bane of Annabeth’s existence all winter, but in a dog pile on the couch with her two favorite boys, the persistent draft is welcome if it means they’ll stay put. 

Percy’s voice drifts up from Annabeth’s lap, a bit too smug for her liking. “Bet you’re glad we got the big couch now, huh?” 

“I have no clue what you’re talking about,” Annabeth lies. 

A smile creeps onto Percy’s face as he taps Grover’s temple. The boys started with Percy’s feet in Grover’s lap, but Grover slid to the side during the movie marathon. Now his cheek rests on Percy’s stomach. 

“Hey, G-Man, you know Annabeth wanted a loveseat? How the hell were we gonna fit you on a loveseat?” 

Grover mumbles something sounding like “food” and sinks further into Percy. 

Annabeth bites her lip. “Grover sleeps in the woods for fun, Perce. Not sure how much support you’re gonna get on that front.” 

Percy cranes his neck to peek at Grover. “Is he drooling on me?” His head falls back on Annabeth’s leg, which has long since fallen asleep under his torso. 

Annabeth doesn’t even pretend to look before she nods her head gravely. “Oh, absolutely.”

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