03-11-2020, 11:09 PM
won’t you drag the lake and bring me home again
It is the rattling of his chest - struggling to draw in enough air to flood his lungs - that draws her back to reality, and she trembles as he presses a weak kiss to her lips. He coughs, and blood sprays her, but she doesn’t care as she pulls him in tightly. With a gentle breath against his cheek she summons her fire, hardly realizing that she has shed her horse form for that of her dragon, burning fiercely at the edge of Pangea. It is almost as though her pristine white scales are glowing as flames ripple along her body, harmlessly rendering her into a glowing goddess.
She gently encourages the fire to engulf her beloved, sighing as her energy rapidly depletes. “Light of my life,” she whispers into his neck, her golden eyes pinched shut as she fears that she is too late, and that he will die before she can heal enough of him. “You are half of my soul, and to lose you would be to lose myself.”
It takes a long time, and in the end they are two half-dragons curled up together on the border, exhausted and yet whole. Repairing his broken (and shattered) wings has taken the most of her energy, but she thinks that her work is as near perfect as it could possibly be - though he shouldn’t be too eager to fly any time soon. She presses kiss after kiss onto every bit of skin that she can reach as she admires her handiwork and if were possible she would pull him even closer.
“You are strong, my beloved,” she tells him gently, an almost scolding tone entering her voice as she meets his eyes, “but you are not unbreakable. You have to be careful, until you are strong enough to squash them like the bugs they are.”
She gently encourages the fire to engulf her beloved, sighing as her energy rapidly depletes. “Light of my life,” she whispers into his neck, her golden eyes pinched shut as she fears that she is too late, and that he will die before she can heal enough of him. “You are half of my soul, and to lose you would be to lose myself.”
It takes a long time, and in the end they are two half-dragons curled up together on the border, exhausted and yet whole. Repairing his broken (and shattered) wings has taken the most of her energy, but she thinks that her work is as near perfect as it could possibly be - though he shouldn’t be too eager to fly any time soon. She presses kiss after kiss onto every bit of skin that she can reach as she admires her handiwork and if were possible she would pull him even closer.
“You are strong, my beloved,” she tells him gently, an almost scolding tone entering her voice as she meets his eyes, “but you are not unbreakable. You have to be careful, until you are strong enough to squash them like the bugs they are.”
@[ghaul]