Markus slowly relaxed against Agnes. He knew he still wasn’t saved from potentially being used, but he just believed in the good. He always did, which was, most of the time, a bad choice.
“I… I don’t want to be alone…”, he admitted quietly. Being alone scared him. He did have a huge want to make a nest, but he had never been allowed in any relationship before, so he wouldn’t bring it up. He just wanted to be safe.
Markus clung to Ray, hiccuping as he cried. It hurt, he was afraid, and he didn’t know what had happened. He was just glad that he was safe now, and that nothing would hurt him anymore.
He sobbed against Ray, shaking in his arms.
“Shhh everything is gonna be alright little omega.”he said in a comforting tone as he held him close. He moved to his home in hopes that the small omega would feel better or just fall asleep. “No one will hurt you I promise you.”he said softly as he placed his jacket on the small omega to keep him warm on his way home
Markus calmed down eventually as Ray carried him, though he was still somewhat trembling. He didn’t know why this alpha helped him, if he was going to stay nice. But he clung to it, because he always clung to such kindness no matter if it let to an abusive relationship or not.
“Can… can I ask what you are?…”, Markus asked quietly. He would feel a lot better knowing if she was an alpha or not. Alpha’s generally scared him, and he would feel better not having to be scared of someone. Though Agnes was nice, and he’d cling to her no matter what now.
“I’m a Beta. If I was an Alpha, I most likely would have either joined them or walked away. Don’t worry, you’re safe with me.” Agnes hums softly. “I’m guessing you’re an Omega. I’ll protect you.” She rubs his back. “What’s your name?”
That explained why Markus couldn’t tell her scent. Beta’s had really weak and most often “normal” scents. Nothing as musky as alphas, or sweet like omegas. He felt safer with her, glad she wasn’t an alpha. Wasn’t going to force a bond on him.
“Markus..”, Markus replied quietly. He hoped he was really safe with Agnes.
/ I love my new darling
“Can… can I ask what you are?…”, Markus asked quietly. He would feel a lot better knowing if she was an alpha or not. Alpha’s generally scared him, and he would feel better not having to be scared of someone. Though Agnes was nice, and he’d cling to her no matter what now.
“Big. Soft.”, Markus answered quietly, not trusting himself to speak much. “I.. I like fluffy things…”. There was nothing in particular he would want, he would just be happy with clothes. Especially big clothes, comfortable and soft. Oversized clothes. And anything that covered his arms.
He didn’t much care if he was alone or not, he couldn’t see anyways.
Agnes nods. “Alright. I’ll take that into account.” While she ate dinner, she scrolled through clothing options for him. She bought him sweaters and jeans, making sure they were big and comfy.
After dinner, she sat next to Markus and opened up her arms. “Do you want a hug?”
Markus sat there silently, fiddling with his fingers. He was shivering, feeling cold. Just a towel wasn’t very warm. When she sat next to him, he nodded lightly, leaning against Agnes and holding onto her lightly. She was a lot warmer, and he could care less if anything bad happened to him. He had gotten into abusive relationships because of situations just like this, and he always went for it again. Just because he needed those little moments of nice.
Host was laying on a soft little pillow, further away from the playing kittens. He was one of the youngest ones here, or at the very least smallest. His hair and fur was a nice shade of brown, with some blond spots speckled here and there. His eyes were milky golden, and the workers knew he was born blind.
He wasn’t good with words just yet, he was quiet and reserved. He seemed to shy away from other kittens coming up to him to play or talk.
Host made a soft sound when he was set down, but purred happily as Chase scratched behind his ear. It was nice, and he was very comforted by his mommy still being there with him and feeling him being here with him.
He squeaked when his limbs were moved and his eyes held open, leaning back from the offending touch. He was blind, so of course he kept his eyes closed. That was just normal!
He was glad when he was pet again, happily purring. He liked being pet!
Another squeak when he was picked up and kissed, making a sound of discomfort. He was too small for kisses! At least kisses that weren’t on his head or tummy, for everything else he was still too small. He still happily rubbed his head against Chase though, as soon as he was lowered and held against his chest again.
“No thank you.”, Markus replied quietly. He didn’t really need anything, though he knew Arthur would bring them food and probably something to drink as well.
“What do you like to do?”, he asked then, though he still knew. But they started from the beginning, right? So he’d just ask him again.
“Big. Soft.”, Markus answered quietly, not trusting himself to speak much. “I.. I like fluffy things…”. There was nothing in particular he would want, he would just be happy with clothes. Especially big clothes, comfortable and soft. Oversized clothes. And anything that covered his arms.
He didn’t much care if he was alone or not, he couldn’t see anyways.
“Sure…”, Markus mumbled quietly. He squeaked when he was picked up again, holding onto Agnes. He would greatly appreciate new clothes though, he got cold really easily.
“Thank you..”, he mumbled, hiding his face against her. He wasn’t happy being such a bother all the time, but he was very dependent on other people.
Agnes nods. “Alright. You’re welcome.” She kisses his forehead, then sets him down on the couch. She heads into the kitchen and grabs some leftovers for herself, heating them up.
“Be back in a jiffy.” She heads upstairs and grabs a tape measure, then comes back down and stretches it out. “I’m gonna need to measure you to get you new clothes. Okay?”
Markus made a soft sound when she kissed his forehead, tensing up a little bit. He wasn’t really happy about it, he could barely tell what she was either -was she an alpha too? Beta? Also an omega? She didn’t seem like an omega, so strong.
He squirmed in his seat, not knowing why she wanted to measure him. He couldn’t think of a reason at the very least. He knew he was small, and thin, and had a feminine frame. He liked wearing big and baggy clothes. Though even M was baggy on him most of the time. He wasn’t going to resist her either though.
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