She lets this happen for a moment. she is trying very very hard to be Tolerant. But it's only a few seconds before she grabs his hand and removes it from her tit. ]
[He likes her too much to pretend he isn't capable of going from dead asleep to full wakefulness instantly, so he just gathers her up tightly in his arms, her back to his front, his hands skimming her ribs.]
[ Veeeeeery flustered, her wings poofing up, but she only goes a little tense in his arms. Her fingers stay curled against his wrist-- not restricting, but wary.
Curled into her like this the fresh blood from her new piercing is probably the strongest scent but, well. ]
[ 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. ]
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Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
She tenses a little when he latches onto her but just takes a deep breath, and slowly settles in next to him. ]
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But she'll be able to tell when he half-wakes, his breathing changing, and of course, the hand wandering immediately up into a tit.]
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...
She lets this happen for a moment. she is trying very very hard to be Tolerant. But it's only a few seconds before she grabs his hand and removes it from her tit. ]
Dan Feng.
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Am I dreaming?
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Curled into her like this the fresh blood from her new piercing is probably the strongest scent but, well. ]
N-no, but-- just. Wait a second.
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[His tail curls around one of her knees, and he noses against that ear, smelling of blood, and red with irritation, and-
Well, what else is he supposed to do but to lick right over the fresh piercing?]
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-- That's gross. Do you not have any self control at all? I came here to try to be nice to you and you're doing this.
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[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.]
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[ 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. ]
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[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.
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... Yes?
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