catnap with destiny [open]

[regalduchess]

...Perhaps it is true that cats have nine lives.

Three days after the crocodile, Duchess wakes up in the same place she'd died (swiftly, not fast enough for blood to stain past the collar). She's curled up as if in a light catnap on the windowseat in one of the halls, but the dust on the velvet cushions betrays the truth.

Duchess opens her eyes slowly against the light that filters in. Warmth puddles on her back, slips away on her shadowed paws and tail curled under her body.

...despite how nice it feels, she still has a phantom ache in her throat. She'll sit at the windowseat for a while, alternately grooming her fur into perfection or soaking up the sun.

A little later, she'll pad down into the gardens and inspect the newest... additions to the landscape.  It's entirely possible that anyone could run into her, either at the windowseat, the gardens, or anywhere in-between.

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[regalduchess]

"Oh, yes." Duchess nods sagely. "I am afraid that I perished to him not long ago."

She doesn't go into detail. There wasn't much to go into, really. "Why? Did he-- did the monster attempt to harm you?"

If so, she'll go marching straight to anyone who seems like they can hunt him down and teach him some manners.

...or she might try herself. Small, and quick, and she can probably dodge him if it comes to that. After all, it is better she take the violence than a child.

"Darling, are you alright?"

[mercybutton]

Yikes.

"Mm, he, uh, chased me out of the library. I've started, uh, sleeping in the forest... it's not half bad there, actually." They rub their air, their gaze walking downward. "I'm okay, it's just... I don't wanna run into him again, you know?"

[regalduchess]

"Sleeping in the forest?" If this were a video game, an exclamation mark would surely blink into existence between her twitching ears. "Oh, darling, that is absolutely horrible! Please, you may sleep with me if you wish. I know a secure place that he cannot fit into."

...they might not be able to fit there either, but she'll find a way.

[mercybutton]

"Nn--I mean, I dragged some blankets there, I made a hammock--Flowey helped me and stuff! It's not like it rains here." Oh, they probably sound rude. "I me--uh, I, it's not like--... I mean, it's not bad, but I could sleep in the castle, too."

Nailed it.

[regalduchess]

"My dear," Duchess begins, and there's a hint of steel hiding under the silky tone that still hasn't completely left, "you should not have to sleep outside because of some unpleasant brute. Come, you may sleep with me if you like; or simply avoid the places he has been seen."

She has her suspicions that he's been dealt with; pacified, or neutralized, or anything inbetween.

[mercybutton]

"S-sure. I wouldn't mind, though, uh, Flowey can be kind of… rude."

Which perhaps might be the only problem.

[regalduchess]

"Flowey will behave." It's not quite a promise as much as it is a prediction. And if he doesn't? Duchess will have a few firm words for him.