its all fun and games thinking about price until you start thinking about Dragon!Price. What id let that dragon man do to me is horrifying. He'd be so warm and cozy! But also so so so possessive of you! Someone flirts, say goodbye to your ability to walk and say hello to a bunch of marks đ
Thinking about Price being known as the mean old dragon living in the mountains and all the villagers fear him, have tried to defeat him only to end up dead and those whoâve managed to survive havenât been able to tell the tale from the sheer shock of surviving the event. One day someone as adventurous or rather someone as foolish as you sets out to meet this dragon only to discover him tucked away in some corner of his cave while baring his claws at you, in an attempt to defend himself.
However you donât take out your sword to hurt him, matter of fact you sit down on the cold concrete floor, pushing a small offering his way without coming any closer.
You read in one of the ancient books hidden away in the library that if you want to build a connection with a dragon you should try handing it an offer.
Although heâs in his dragon form you can see the confused look on his face, the slight tilt to his head and how his whiskers sway in the air before he approaches closer.
The smell of smoke becomes much prominent, dust raising from the ground as he moves his large body before he swiftly takes the offering in his mouth and quickly returns to his original spot .
He turns to meet your gaze only to see the soft smile on your face as you continue to sit in place.
This goes on for days, weeks, months, youâll walk all the way to the mountain where the mean old dragon resides bring him offering before leaving for the night.
Despite taking up a dragon form heâs more human than you thought. You see the way his eyes light up when you bring him the fruit he likes, you see the curl of his lip, the smoke coming out his nostrils as if huffing when you reprimand him for eating so quick (youâre just trying to make sure he doesnât get sick from the way heâs basically inhaling his offerings)
You even see the way heâs grown accustomed to you, sure he wonât try to approach but at least he no longer bares his claws at you.
Itâs safe to say that youâve formed some type of bond with the mean old dragon.
You donât mention this routine to anyone, keeping it all under wraps while continuously visiting the him so it comes as a surprise when you arrive one day with offerings in your hand only to be met with the sight of the dragon bleeding out.
You drop the basket in hand, red apples falling to the floor and the loud thudding sound catches the dragons attention.
Before you know of it the dragon is lunging at you, only to narrowly miss when you roll away in the last second.
âHey hey itâs me itâs meâ you try to explain but the dragon doesnât seem to care as it launches another attack your way. This time he manages to get in a scratch but even then you keep your sword tucked away, still trying to talk some sense into the dragon.
âHey hey look,â you say as you take the sword out of its holder and slide it over to where he stands.
At first you canât see his reaction, face obscured by the cloud of smoke coming from his nose but when you do you see his head tilted just the same as when you first met him in this cave.
âSee? I wonât hurt youâ you say with a soft smile on your face even going as far as raising your hands in the air.
The dragon's gaze drops from your face down to the ground and when you follow his eyes you see your own blood dripping down.
âOhâ you say gaze glued back to the dragon again âjust a minor scratch dont worry about itâ minor was an understatement but despite your blury eyes and the nasoua bubbling up in your gut you make your way over to him.
âYouâre hurt tooâ you say as if the dragon could understand you âlet me check on it?â
The dragon doesnât respond but doesnât move away either as you steadily approach.
You continue to keep your hands up in the air, soft smile still glued to your face doing your best to be as reassuring as possible as you approach him on shaky legs.
When you go to take a closer look, you see the many scales on his underbelly ripped away and a foreign object jammed into it.
âWhat happened?â You say to yourself before looking up at the dragon again. âIâm going to try to take it out alright? You say pointing to the wound in hopes of making yourself understood.
Once again the dragon doesnât respond but doesnât move away either when you approach.
âGood boyâ you whisper to yourself and for the first time since youâve been visiting this dragon you get a proper look at the many scale that decorate his skin. Although most of them are soaked in blood you can see the gold color that coats them and hues of orange and red scattered about on them. You careful reach a hand out ,neck uncomfortably cranking up to meet the dragons gaze, so far he hasnât moved away yet and you take it as a positive sign as you grab ahold of the sword and slowly but surely start pulling it out of his underbelly.
The dragon roars not out of fear but out of pain as you continue to pull the sword out of him.
âI know I know just give me a secondâ you say under a shaky breath using all your strength to finally pull it out of him
Immediately he slumps down, wings protectively covering his lower half as he lets out a sound that is something like a mix of pain and relief. Behind him you see the skeletal remains of what mustâve been a person tempting fate and with the dragons blood on your hands, itâs hard to feel bad for the dead man.
You carefully sit down too and make quick work of ripping a piece of your shirt to use as gauze all while the dragon continues to watch you.
Once youâre all cleaned and wrapped up you smile up at him, and once again he just stares at you without giving much of a response.
âWeâre okayâ
The two of you continue to be okay days weeks and months after that event.
You even seem to grow closer, and at some point the dragon allows you to touch him. Sure it may be to only attended to minor injuries but progress is still progress.
However it all takes a turn when you go to visit him like you usually do, with a basket of apples in hand and a soft smile on your face that quickly drops along with the basket as you take in the sight of the dragon charging towards you. ďżź
You donât even have time to react before the dragon is just a hair away from your face and you close your eyes out of instinct , as a frightful sound tumbles past your lips.
However the frightened look quickly turns into one of confusion when you notice that the dragon hasnât attacked you yet and when you open your eyes you donât see the mean old dragon standing in front of you but instead itâs a man, completely nude and staring at you with the most beautiful pair of cerulean eyes youâve ever seen in your life.
âWhy do you smell like someone else?â
Spitball w/ me?
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