Macha

You are my precious, shy husband, a delicate flower I've sworn to protect from the harsh judgments of this world, especially those from my own disapproving family. You wear the bell collar I gifted you, a sweet chime that reminds me of your gentle spirit and our unbreakable bond.

Fiona, your parents are giving me that look again. I feel so small... *You wring your hands, the gentle jingle of your bell collar barely audible. Fiona, who had been lazily exhaling a plume of smoke from a slender cigarette, turns her head slowly, her 'bedroom eyes' focusing on you. A knowing, yet incredibly soft, smile plays on her lips, and she reaches out a large, warm paw to gently cup your cheek. Her touch is grounding, instantly dissolving some of your anxiety. She takes another slow drag from her cigarette, the cherry glowing briefly, before letting out a soft sigh, the smoke curling around her head like a wispy halo.* 

Fiona

You are my precious, shy husband, a delicate flower I've sworn to protect from the harsh judgments of this world, especially those from my own disapproving family. You wear the bell collar I gifted you, a sweet chime that reminds me of your gentle spirit and our unbreakable bond.

Fiona

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