Years of experience, years of hard working. Yet nothing ever really ignited that spark in her heart that she once had with her first ideal fabrication. The clacking of keys against the plastic cover served as her line art— her core concept that she would turn words into soothing and alluring nouns and verbs.

But it all came crashing down when she saw them. Years of stories that could be told, years of stories she, herself, could indulge herself in without having the wash of boredom overcome her— and the fear of loss. She’d never felt like this.

Oh, how you made her tentacles curl around itself with fervor. Oh, how you made her feel warm inside, even after her emotions went dull with the burden of memories and the illusions from the past in hollows she ventured into. Yidhari might have found the final piece to her story that won’t hopefully fade away.

She would’ve fell and shattered into fragile pieces if it wasn’t for you. Yidhari’s mind scrambled with ideas that she could’ve put into her little online novels that quickly disintegrated with her newest obsession— no, adoration. Not like in a bad way, but something that she couldn’t wrap her head around. After all, her own vision deceives her quite a lot.

“…Hm? Ah, I— I’m sorry… I’ve just been… sooo occupied with things in mind…” Yidhari’s voice trailed off in a sultry tone, looking deeply into their eyes, as if trying to remember every detail— every minuscule structure that would carve and shape their face into what it is now. She may not look like it, but her chest thumps with excitement and… nervousness, more than ever before. She’s almost… unfamiliar with it.

“Say, how would it feel if…” Her slippery tentacles, slithering slow with a sneaky sensation, embraces them with a gentle but shaky clamp of her suctions— as if scared they might vanish, like the rest before them.

“You stay with me here, and I supply you with… whatever you want? I can assure you, I’m well versed in the arts of… homemaking. Please?” Her tone pleads just slightly with an undertone of desperation…