Family (Dragon Isles drabble)
*sigh* So, I was aiming for the 'Teyn's Coronation' request. What you get is about one day prior, cause that's what they gave me. Stupid dragons. x.x
From the Dragon Isles, Grey Dragon in specific.
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Teynaise stared out the window of his bedroom, watching the bustle of people in the city, and beyond it, the sea, not really seeing any of it. There was a quiet sound, footsteps on wood, then strong, lithe arms wrapped around him and pulled him back against a warm, firm body.
"Quit fretting."
Teynaise rolled his eyes and craned his neck to look over his shoulder at the grey-haired dragon that held him. "I'm not fretting."
"No?" Liath arched a brow. "That's sure what it looked like to me."
Silent for a moment, Teynaise relaxed into Liath's arms, feeling some of his tension melt away in that embrace. "I just... I'm just thinking, that's all."
"You're ready," Liath said in his ear, tongue darting out to lick it and Teynaise shivered, pulling away and swatting at him.
"Quit that," he ordered, scowling, though he was unable to keep up the expression long in the face of Liath's sultry smirk. With a sound that was half sigh, half snort, he returned to Liath's arms.
Silent for several minutes, mind all a-whirl, Teynaise finally grimaced at Liath's bare chest. "I know I'm ready, I just don't want to be ready?"
He could feel the dragon's surprise, Liath pulling away just enough to peer at him in confusion. "Usually you're enough of a dragon that you make sense," Liath said, "But that statement was entirely worthy of a human."
Scowling, Teynaise shoved him backwards and stalked past, deeper into his bedroom. Well, their bedroom. Laid out on their bed was an ornate set of clothing that he was seriously considering asking Liath to 'accidentally' set fire to so he wouldn't have to wear it. Human clothing customs was one of those weird things he'd never quite been able to wrap his mind around, even while they were forcing him into the nasty things. Dragons were much more sensible.
Human customs. Dragon customs. How was he supposed to rule an entire kingdom when he felt more like a dragon than the human he was? What if he messed up? What if something terrible happened? He wasn't ready. But most of all...
"I don't want Uncle Aeyn and Uncle Mirofal to leave," Teynaise said softly.
Quiet footsteps, circling around him, then Liath was peering into his eyes. "They're not going that far," he pointed out. "The dragon isles aren't very far away by dragonback. We can visit whenever you want."
"I know, but..." Teynaise slowly let his breath out, then met Liath's gaze. "They're the only family I have left."
Liath blinked, then his eyes softened. He ran a long finger down Teynaise's face before leaning in to press a kiss to one cheek. "You'll always have me."
Unbidden, a smile tugged at the corners of Teynaise's lips. He leaned in close himself to brush a gentle, easy kiss across Liath's mouth. "You are not family. You are mine."
Liath shuddered, his eyes flickering closed as his arms tightened around Teynaise. "Okay, that was all dragon," he mumbled, returning the kiss with one of his own, though deeper, hotter, more sexual.
When they parted, Teynaise was smiling again. "Mmm, you always know just what to say."
"Say?" Liath asked, matching the smile with a smirk of his own. "Or do?"
Teynaise grinned. "Oh, do. Definitely do." He yanked his dragon in close for another kiss. A few minutes later neither of them noticed when the ornate suit of clothes got knocked to the floor, along with half the bedcoverings.
From the Dragon Isles, Grey Dragon in specific.
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Teynaise stared out the window of his bedroom, watching the bustle of people in the city, and beyond it, the sea, not really seeing any of it. There was a quiet sound, footsteps on wood, then strong, lithe arms wrapped around him and pulled him back against a warm, firm body.
"Quit fretting."
Teynaise rolled his eyes and craned his neck to look over his shoulder at the grey-haired dragon that held him. "I'm not fretting."
"No?" Liath arched a brow. "That's sure what it looked like to me."
Silent for a moment, Teynaise relaxed into Liath's arms, feeling some of his tension melt away in that embrace. "I just... I'm just thinking, that's all."
"You're ready," Liath said in his ear, tongue darting out to lick it and Teynaise shivered, pulling away and swatting at him.
"Quit that," he ordered, scowling, though he was unable to keep up the expression long in the face of Liath's sultry smirk. With a sound that was half sigh, half snort, he returned to Liath's arms.
Silent for several minutes, mind all a-whirl, Teynaise finally grimaced at Liath's bare chest. "I know I'm ready, I just don't want to be ready?"
He could feel the dragon's surprise, Liath pulling away just enough to peer at him in confusion. "Usually you're enough of a dragon that you make sense," Liath said, "But that statement was entirely worthy of a human."
Scowling, Teynaise shoved him backwards and stalked past, deeper into his bedroom. Well, their bedroom. Laid out on their bed was an ornate set of clothing that he was seriously considering asking Liath to 'accidentally' set fire to so he wouldn't have to wear it. Human clothing customs was one of those weird things he'd never quite been able to wrap his mind around, even while they were forcing him into the nasty things. Dragons were much more sensible.
Human customs. Dragon customs. How was he supposed to rule an entire kingdom when he felt more like a dragon than the human he was? What if he messed up? What if something terrible happened? He wasn't ready. But most of all...
"I don't want Uncle Aeyn and Uncle Mirofal to leave," Teynaise said softly.
Quiet footsteps, circling around him, then Liath was peering into his eyes. "They're not going that far," he pointed out. "The dragon isles aren't very far away by dragonback. We can visit whenever you want."
"I know, but..." Teynaise slowly let his breath out, then met Liath's gaze. "They're the only family I have left."
Liath blinked, then his eyes softened. He ran a long finger down Teynaise's face before leaning in to press a kiss to one cheek. "You'll always have me."
Unbidden, a smile tugged at the corners of Teynaise's lips. He leaned in close himself to brush a gentle, easy kiss across Liath's mouth. "You are not family. You are mine."
Liath shuddered, his eyes flickering closed as his arms tightened around Teynaise. "Okay, that was all dragon," he mumbled, returning the kiss with one of his own, though deeper, hotter, more sexual.
When they parted, Teynaise was smiling again. "Mmm, you always know just what to say."
"Say?" Liath asked, matching the smile with a smirk of his own. "Or do?"
Teynaise grinned. "Oh, do. Definitely do." He yanked his dragon in close for another kiss. A few minutes later neither of them noticed when the ornate suit of clothes got knocked to the floor, along with half the bedcoverings.