[ She makes a strangled noise that is definitely for sure disgust and nothing else, hunching her shoulders and trying to curl up into a ball, her wings fluffed to maximum alarmed poof.
It does not heal. Actually, being irritated, it sluggishly starts to bleed again. ]
[Wait, that wasn't the point. Dan Feng was already halfway to nipping his way down her ear to the fleshy arc of the wing under it to- wait.]
This usually works... [Yes he has taken her ear into his mouth again, one hand bracing itself over her collarbone and trying to stop her from curling away.]
[ the strangled noise of confusion comes easily as he mouths at her ear again, her face beet red-- not to mention the objectives triggering and immediately flushing her through with warmth.
The pain isn't even so bad, truly-- just sharp and aching, in a way that's almost nice, with his cool saliva over it exposed to the air. ] ]
Do not call me that! The only reason I slept with her was to get out of that room and-- because you cannot be kind to me for one night! Can you listen to me for one minute!
[He was already calling her a whore for just daring to smell like another dragon but. He wrinkles his nose, less that it's starting to drip blood from her headbutt and more out of annoyance.]
[ She exhales, slowly, and pushes herself back up to sit, out from under the cage of his body--
-- And lifts her up to soak up the blood with her sleeve. It takes a bit longer than a minute for her to actually speak, because there's a bit of a lump in her throat. But: ]
I was literally coming here to-- spend time with you. Since I felt a little... lonely, and.
...
To see if we could... try it. In your other form, again. It's less intimidating when you don't look like a person. And if you can... be kind, even just a little, we can keep doing more.
If she can look like that and be kind, and worry about how I'm feeling, so can you.
[Why he sounds dreamy about it is probably not something one should examine too closely. And because he's Dan Feng, he lays down over her legs, cheek pillowed against her thigh, looking greatly amused and 100 % distracted from murder.]
How charming that a hunter like you likes it better when she plays with her food.
[ tail... reaches down to pet it. She's trying very, very hard to be calm and casual about this, but her heart is pounding against her chest even so. ]
... We'll... see, when we get to it. Do your best not to. Please.
His tail curls around her hand briefly, up her arm, and there's a brief moment of repulsive and discordant wrong wrong wrong before she's somehow lying onhim - he's shifted into his true form, muzzle spanning the size of her torso, and he immediately flops his head over her legs again like a wet noodle.]
... Somehow, after the last few times, the closeness of him and the weight over her legs is a comfort. She was feeling lonely-- Linnea and Erenville were both very kind to her, but it's not the same as someone understanding who you are and where you come from. Even if Dan Feng was frequently wrong about eeeeeverything always.
She settles her hands into the fur of his mane, though, one smoothing over his muzzle, just delicately feeling along his face, in the solid places not overrun with plant and rot. The objectives soften her, truly, because after a long moment she curls over him to gently kiss his brow. ]
[The coils behind her shift, pressing close, but not suffocating - cradling her, even, as he tilts his head to the side. There's four small limbs there somewhere in the mess, tipped with claws - if he thinks about it, there might be more, he's not really sure, the Abundance sometimes lets him grow more - but one of those arms (legs?) scratch a hello at the small of her back, just as he snuffles somewhere into her shoulder.]
[ This is nice, somehow-- not something she expects to last, something that she feels is going to snap as quickly as it was given to her, but the desire to be held surges strongly enough that she's taken by surprise by the feeling. She shivers a bit, at the claws, but just curls an arm over his neck, so she can bury her face in his mane, and hold him back. ]
[A coil nudges against her elbow - it's mostly solid, thankfully, no sunken rot or anything, but there's bits of fluff and leaf stuck in the scales of it, and the scales themselves stick out every which way.]
[ She turns her head to look at it-- then blinks, brows raised. ]
Oh-- Sure...
[ She lets him go to turn more fully, so she can run her hands over it. She's delicate but firm, and seems to have no real problem learning her way around grooming scales-- it's not terribly unlike picking pinfeathers on her own wings, after all. She plucks the detritus out from under the lifted scales, settles them back down smoothly flat, and just quietly preens him. ]
[Like this, in the form he shares with his progenitor, Dan Feng seems - more, in all ways. His pleased rumbles are louder, muscle rippling under his scales and her hands more expressively. He can - and does - ensconce her more completely, like a living nest.]
When we leave this place I want to take your ship to a Washtopia.
[Rumbled. He seems to be thinking about cleaning at least, his muzzle resting on one of her shoulders.]
[Wait how did she know he was wondering about those giant rolling brushes and how they would feel if he went through them....
How strange, too, that he would think of something so mundane, from himself and from of her- that there were other things to do other than capturing Stellarons and drowning worlds.
A claw starts tracing a slow arc of sensation on her lower back, under a wing, almost absently.]
So was I. But you must carve out time to dream. Come now, what was the first thing that came to mind?
[She's so responsive, what a lovely creature. Dan Feng wants to swallow her whole and savor her cries and remove all thought from that pretty little head and,]
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Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
[Wait it isn't healing. Dan Feng makes a discontented noise and laves at the shell of her ear again, even taking the edge of it into his mouth.]
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It does not heal. Actually, being irritated, it sluggishly starts to bleed again. ]
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[Wait, that wasn't the point. Dan Feng was already halfway to nipping his way down her ear to the fleshy arc of the wing under it to- wait.]
This usually works... [Yes he has taken her ear into his mouth again, one hand bracing itself over her collarbone and trying to stop her from curling away.]
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
[ the strangled noise of confusion comes easily as he mouths at her ear again, her face beet red-- not to mention the objectives triggering and immediately flushing her through with warmth.
The pain isn't even so bad, truly-- just sharp and aching, in a way that's almost nice, with his cool saliva over it exposed to the air. ] ]
W-what are you doing.
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[He murmurs, nosing into the back of her ear, where it all smelled of her and the Stellaron and. He goes still.]
Why do you smell of another?
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[ pauses... is this a trap... ]
... Linnea pierced my ear, just today?
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[He's immediately trying to get her on her back, so he can cage her against the mess of sheets and soft things that his nest is.]
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IMMEDIATELY HEADBUTTS HIM IN THE FACE ]
Do not call me that! The only reason I slept with her was to get out of that room and-- because you cannot be kind to me for one night! Can you listen to me for one minute!
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[He was already calling her a whore for just daring to smell like another dragon but. He wrinkles his nose, less that it's starting to drip blood from her headbutt and more out of annoyance.]
Fine. One minute. Explain yourself.
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-- And lifts her up to soak up the blood with her sleeve. It takes a bit longer than a minute for her to actually speak, because there's a bit of a lump in her throat. But: ]
I was literally coming here to-- spend time with you. Since I felt a little... lonely, and.
...
To see if we could... try it. In your other form, again. It's less intimidating when you don't look like a person. And if you can... be kind, even just a little, we can keep doing more.
If she can look like that and be kind, and worry about how I'm feeling, so can you.
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[Why he sounds dreamy about it is probably not something one should examine too closely. And because he's Dan Feng, he lays down over her legs, cheek pillowed against her thigh, looking greatly amused and 100 % distracted from murder.]
How charming that a hunter like you likes it better when she plays with her food.
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
Do predators not care for their mates? If it's like this, you're not just "prey," right?
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[Great, she can watch the tip of his tail start wagging violently while Dan Feng's expression is an impassive lineface.]
I was never just prey. [It's wagging so hard it's whuffing against a pillow and he doesn't seem to notice.] What happens when I hurt you again?
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
... We'll... see, when we get to it. Do your best not to. Please.
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His tail curls around her hand briefly, up her arm, and there's a brief moment of repulsive and discordant wrong wrong wrong before she's somehow lying onhim - he's shifted into his true form, muzzle spanning the size of her torso, and he immediately flops his head over her legs again like a wet noodle.]
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
... Somehow, after the last few times, the closeness of him and the weight over her legs is a comfort. She was feeling lonely-- Linnea and Erenville were both very kind to her, but it's not the same as someone understanding who you are and where you come from. Even if Dan Feng was frequently wrong about eeeeeverything always.
She settles her hands into the fur of his mane, though, one smoothing over his muzzle, just delicately feeling along his face, in the solid places not overrun with plant and rot. The objectives soften her, truly, because after a long moment she curls over him to gently kiss his brow. ]
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
[The coils behind her shift, pressing close, but not suffocating - cradling her, even, as he tilts his head to the side. There's four small limbs there somewhere in the mess, tipped with claws - if he thinks about it, there might be more, he's not really sure, the Abundance sometimes lets him grow more - but one of those arms (legs?) scratch a hello at the small of her back, just as he snuffles somewhere into her shoulder.]
I need you to do something.
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
... Yes?
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Scratch this.
[A coil nudges against her elbow - it's mostly solid, thankfully, no sunken rot or anything, but there's bits of fluff and leaf stuck in the scales of it, and the scales themselves stick out every which way.]
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
Oh-- Sure...
[ She lets him go to turn more fully, so she can run her hands over it. She's delicate but firm, and seems to have no real problem learning her way around grooming scales-- it's not terribly unlike picking pinfeathers on her own wings, after all. She plucks the detritus out from under the lifted scales, settles them back down smoothly flat, and just quietly preens him. ]
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
When we leave this place I want to take your ship to a Washtopia.
[Rumbled. He seems to be thinking about cleaning at least, his muzzle resting on one of her shoulders.]
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
[ Teasing. She scritches gently as she removes another bit of debris, smoothing her hands over his body, relaxed even surrounded by him. ]
... We'll do that.
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How strange, too, that he would think of something so mundane, from himself and from of her- that there were other things to do other than capturing Stellarons and drowning worlds.
A claw starts tracing a slow arc of sensation on her lower back, under a wing, almost absently.]
If you were not a hunter, what would you be?
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But she doesn't respond for a long moment, just thinking. ]
... I don't know. There wasn't ever a chance to be anything else. I was born for this.
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[She's so responsive, what a lovely creature. Dan Feng wants to swallow her whole and savor her cries and remove all thought from that pretty little head and,]
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