Gale
this is going to break me clean in two --
this is going to bring me close to you
The shift to a dragon is unconscious, adapting to the fire-eyed woman he’s fighting. Flames flicker at the back of his throat and he knows he could breathe them like he does the lightning. He could tear her limb from limb and bathe in her blood. He could crush all the light out of the embers in her chest and when she dies this time it will be Real.
When she tears off the better part of his thigh, Gale’s roar breaks the late morning chatter of the birds around them, and for some time there is only the sound of snarls and confrontation.
Until Maze finally pins him, her claws in a delicate part of his anatomy that until a few minutes ago he’d planned on utilizing in quite a different manner. Gale becomes still but for the heave of his chest and the rapid flicker of lightning along his skin, and he meets her gaze directly when she questions him.
‘Why did you turn away from me?’
When Gale exhales, the sound is a low hiss, but he is otherwise silent. He can feel the last of his wounds healing, the iridescent blue markings that only she can leave now mark his back and sides as well.
He needs her for the chaos, for the darkness she feels in her chest and the way he channels it into himself. And he needs her for the way she arches up against him and desire makes her voice thick like smoke and the way he can feel it down to the very core of him, deeper even than the Magic and the Fury and the Greed.
But he cannot tell her this, cannot bring himself to admit that she has become his weakness. He wont tell her that killing her always comes with the chance of it being Real death, and that the thought of being without her terrifies him.
So instead of saying anything at all, Gale smacks her head with one taloned forefoot, and she takes his head for it.
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He’d woken on the beach a few hours before sunset. His eyes are new and tender, and he shields them for a time with a white forelock that crests like a wave along his iridescent navy neck.
He had died, but only for a moment.
Mazikeen had decapitated him, severed his head from his body and then...left him?
She knew he would return, knew that he, too, had taken some of the phoenix fire. Yet she had taken no precautions to keep him from returning, had left his body intact save the missing head and perimortem injuries.
She had killed him, he knows, but he suddenly must know if she had meant to.
If she means to, now or in the hazy future. When he has her confirmation, he’ll kill her. Really Kill her, and douse the embers of her immortality and ensure she will never resurrect from the ashes. Quick, simple, easy.
@Mazikeen
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current appearance:black utahraptor -> black dragon
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