( writer . ) so my catgirl oc was named ellie before this oc 😅 soo lol, i forgot i had the catgirl cause i got her years agoo. but i brought her to twitter 💓
that brought a smile to her lips. she is thankful. she certainly got lucky with him finding her. — her hand rests on his lower chest, exhaling softly.
“ thank you, V. “
It’s perfectly fine; he really doesn’t mind in the slightest, in fact he’s more than content keeping close and cuddling with her.
She’s warm, soft and comfy. Yet with her being wounded, he’s more than happy to ensure she recovers peacefully. So with her melting into him, a —
she didn’t mean to be clingy, honest. ellie was just scared. horrified in fact and exhausted. his scent calmed her down, from a raving heart to a slow beating one.
the woman is sorry, but not sorry enough to let him go. her blue orbs
He’d shift beside her; letting her rest until her hearts content and full, so even if she was a bit clingier than usual? He didn’t mind.
Fresh out of an Arasaka facility and into the frying pan of Night City. She needed the rest.
No more words left the merc’s mouth, instead —
ellie would pull him beside her. resting her head beside him as she held into his arm like a pillow before resting her eyes. she felt safe, even the smell of his cologne made her feel safe.
but she was tired. would he rest beside
That’s thing about Night City.
It’s eat or be eaten, and she barely escaped with her life. Hell, he had literally died and came back from the beyond with company.
He doubts anyone else has that luck.
“. . . Rest, you need to rest. Doubt Vik’d be too happy to know —
and loses control over situations, much like this one. ellie was lucky to get away with just a few gunshot wounds. but they . . are still out there. that just crippled her with fear.
a smile on her wounded, scratched face. but do not tell her, she will cry. thinking her beauty will be lost forever.
“ good. “ ellie hated going on jobs by herself, it was always very risky. being so small, sometimes she oversteps.
“. . . Ain’t goin’ anywhere. Ever again.”
There was no point in arguing. A trait he picked up from Panam was being unforgivably stubborn and unwavering, the male hadn’t even made a move.
“. . . You’re stuck with me El’. I’ll join you on your gigs, won’t even ask —