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˖𐙚⋅ ★ ➜🐈🐾 ♡ - a small consolation (wilmon)

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-- This was after the death of Erik, Wille's older brother. Simon adopted a cat for him. --

"Socks." Wille repeated the adorable name out loud, a grin spreading across his face. - "It suits you." He said to the fuzzy little ball of fluff in his outstretched arms.

The small black cat made a mewling sound, its long and fluffy tail flicking against the prince's chest.

Wille chuckled softly at the cat's reaction. He had a soft spot for animals, but there was something special about this one.

He had to admit, the cat was absolutely adorable.

He sat down on the edge of the couch, the small cat in his lap, and reached down to scratch in its tummy.

"You're the cutest thing in the world, aren't you?" He said, his voice filled with affection. "My little Socks."

Simon watched the adorable scene unfolding before him, a soft smile on his face. He leaned against the doorframe, his arms folded across his chest. He had a fond look in his dark brown eyes as he watched Wille pet the little feline.

In that moment, time seemed to stand still. ♡

Wille's attention was completely fixed on the tiny ball of fur in his lap, and the only thing that existed was its cute little face.

Simon leaned his head against the frame, watching the scene in front of him. He couldn't help but smile at how adorable his boyfriend was, his usually stern face now replaced with a look of utter adoration.

The small cat in Wille's lap made a mewing sound, its soft pink nose scrunching up as it cuddled against his chest.

Ah. He's adorable.

Simon thought to himself as he watched Wille cradle the little cat in his arms. Wille, who was usually so aloof and reserved, seemed to melt into a puddle of affection as he pet the cuddly little thing.

He loved seeing his boyfriend like this. Soft, vulnerable, and completely smitten by the adorable creature in his lap. It was endearing, really.

Wille looked up as he saw Simon leaning against the doorframe, a small smile on his face.