theres fire in those bambi eyes

“You know, I think thats the same for me too…” The dragon admitted, having never really understood the whole Valentines deal when it came down to it all. “I can’t say that I’ve ever really bothered to make plans for it often, i’ve always found it to be a very human holiday as your love should be shown year round anyway?” He offered, even if he likely sounded like a huge cliche for it. The dragon only then laughed as she pulled him down. “Well, I’m not entirely sure you know, I think at least two of them are her actual pups. It’s kind of hard to tell. She seems to mom them all in her own way.” He mused, only then nodding “Kids are very much an anxiety inducing thing…” He admitted “Especially when you’re outnumbered by them. She must at least have a good handle on it all, which I admire….” He shrugged lightly.

“Well isn’t that romantic of you, Magnus,” she couldn’t help but tease, a slow grin stretching her lips. “Y’know it’s a shame you haven’t found your mate yet, they’re missing out on some good stuff,” she joked, playfully nudging him. “It’s funny, my dad used to say the same thing. My parents lived amongst humans here and there before I was born, so they knew a little about the holidays they celebrate. Sometimes when the 14th of February would roll around my mom would joke about how the humans were celebrating their Valentine’s Day, and my dad would give this whole speech about how he didn’t need one day to show her how much he loved her- and then he’d go out and get her flowers anyway.” Az didn’t talk about her parents much with anyone, usually because the fast paced life she led meant the people she surrounded herself with didn’t care to ask. And that was fine with her, really, because even after all this time, thinking about them still made her a little sad. And she really didn’t like being sad. 

Fascinating. Elluin was almost to stunned to speak when she just laughed, he’d had some strange encounters already, but not quite like this. But she was apologizing, so his face softened and he waited for her to continue, head tilting as she seemed to lose her train of thought again. His eyebrows rose slowly as he turned to face the dress he’d spent a few hours on, lips curling up to a smile as he nodded. “Thank you… Uh, yeah. I do a lot of custom work as well as just fixing clothes in general.” He shrugged. “It’s not my best yet, and not finished but with a few tweaks it’ll be ready for the pink carpet and whatever little miss Sweet Sixteen throws at it.” He teased, but he knew the dress would be ruined by the time the wearers night was over. 

“A familiar….Oh, not so sure how I feel about that” she chuckled. shaking her head at the thought of it. “Well, you seem to be fitting into the act of being human, I’m sure you’ll get better at it as the years go on. You just need to keep practicing like you are. It’s always the same for us wolves too, we must keep the practice up so that we don’t lose either side” she hummed. “Why doesn’t that surprise me?” she mused, shaking her head and giving a laugh. “Well, I’d really wanted to know how far along you are? It’s an interesting topic for me…I have had many babies myself and am always happy to chat with other mothers?” she offered bluntly, having not realized it was likely a shocking subject for the young dragon before her.

Az grinned widely at the woman, glad that she’d been matched up with someone so easygoing. She would’ve likely gotten along with anyone she was paired with but this sure did make things easier. “Y’know, I’m not as glad as I thought I’d be to know I’m getting better at this fake human thing,” she said with a chuckle, “I can’t remember the last time I went flying, y’know, really flying. Without having worry about someone seeing me. Crazy how shit changes, huh?” Before she’d integrated with human society after the death of her mother, the family had always lived in remote places, where it was less risky to take flight and fewer chances of being caught. It was near impossible near civilization, there were always eyes everywhere, and after her mother she’d become a lot less willing to risk it. 

open to: anyone location: Tailoring company Elluin works at

“One second.” Elluin called as he crouched at the current end of the dress, though his voice was a little muffled as he clenched the needle between his lips, trying to get the pinning accomplished on the dress before the end of the day. Lately his work had mostly consisted of hemming and patching, so it was refreshing he was actually making something from scratch. The emerald fabric fell from his fingertips as he stood up and away from the bodice, admiring his work for a moment before going to greet the customer. “Hi there, how can I help you?” Only a couple days since things had changed and already business was flooding with outsiders. 

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Az was often told her head was up in the clouds, but in the past few weeks she felt that almost literally. For someone who was used to an entirely carefree life of fun and passion and recklessness, it was a weird shift, one she wasn’t sure she was adjusting to very well. Az hadn’t even noticed she’d walked into the store until she was being spoken to, and she blinked her big eyes almost in surprise as they came into focus. “Oh. Shit.” A burst of laughter followed the exclamation, and the little dragon ran a hand through her hair. “Sorry about that, didn’t mean to get all weird on you- I think was just that,” she said, gesturing to the dress on the form behind him. The emerald fabric was shimmering brilliantly as it caught the sunlight coming in through the windows, and it would’ve been enough to capture any dragon’s attention. “It’s gorgeous- you make that?”

“That we do…” The wolf hummed, actually finding herself relaxing around the young dragon. The brunette nodded at her and gave a hum at the others words “I’m not a dragon no, I’m a wolf as your nose is probably telling you. We’re family creatures so have our moments of reaching out to others” she chuckled lightly at her. “You can blame the little vagabonds that attend such gatherings” she mused, pointing over to Andie. “I always see them up to mischief such as spiking the punch…That’s why I steer clear” she pointed out, only then pausing at her words “Hm, curious…Why the sudden interest in the non alcoholic?” she wondered, giving a sniff herself at the other as she only caught out at an unmistakable scent coming off the dragon. “Mm, I think we should. As I’m starting to think that we have a lot to discuss” she mused.

“A wolf! Okay, I was getting there, it was either that or a familiar. I’m still working on it in this form,” she said with a laugh, eyes dancing, “I’ve only been using it full time for a couple decades now, and this is the first time I’ve been somewhere with so many of us, y’know?” It really did never cease to amaze her, just how many supernaturals were in Hollywood. She’d run into a couple of them here and there over the years of course, never a dragon, but a couple vampires and wolves, a mermaid once. Nothing like this. Glancing over her shoulder as the woman pointed, Az spotted the woman she was gesturing to, her eyes following the lines of her body moving along to the music- maybe she’d go say hi later. “To be fair, I’m usually one of those vagabonds,” she admitted with a grin, “lost count of how many punch bowls I’ve spiked.” The grin on her lips froze as the woman asked why she was interested in non-alcoholic beverages, and before Az could come up with a response the woman was speaking again. “If it’s about me taking you out somewhere when we’re not cuffed together, the answer is yes,” she teased as she started to guide them to where they could find drinks, her tone just slightly off of the usual playful cadence. Could she...know something? No no, that wasn’t possible...right?

“You know, I think after all the things that we have gotten up to over the past few weeks, we can say that this is a date” He said simply, offering her a smile. The dragon gave a shrug “You’re not missing much with them. They’re mostly just humans with magic fingers in my book” He said simply. Magnus tried his best not to stare at the girl, really trying to figure out just what was going on. “Not long at all, you just need to practice some more and then you’ll start being able to differentiate” He murmured, running his fingers down her arm as he spoke. “MIlf…” He snorted “I know of her, she has a gaggle of pups that follow her.”

At his easy acceptance, Az grinned brightly at him, the stress of the past week leaving her entirely for a moment. “It’s been a pretty fucking long time since I’ve had a date date on Valentine’s,” she chuckled, shaking her head, “I mean I’ve always had Valentine’s plans, don’t get me wrong, but that’s different, y’know?” The brush of his fingers against her arm had the tiny hairs on the back of her neck standing up, a pleasant thrum of warmth flooding her small frame. “Practice, huh?” she said with a lopsided grin, reaching up to slide her fingers behind his neck to haul him down to her height. As soon as he was close enough, she leaned in to nuzzle her nose against the curve of his neck, taking a dramatic inhale that was mainly for show. Angling her face up, she dragged the tip of her nose up the length of his neck, her lips brushing against the delicate skin behind his ear teasingly before she was releasing him and pulling back. “Well whaddya know, I kinda do smell a witch,” she joked, flashing a wink as she leaned back against the bar counter again. “Does she?” she asked, lifting a brow at the mention of pups. “So are they like...her actual kids? How many do you think she’s got? I dunno how some folks pop one of em out let alone a whole gaggle of them, y’know?” she questioned, innocently enough. Or so she hoped, considering that the topic of kids wasn’t exactly high up on her list of things she talked about.

“Yeah, subtlety doesn’t exactly seem like your strongest suit,” he agreed with a low chuckle. “But I can appreciate the forwardness.” Too many people in Hollywood were vague when they flirted, it made him not pick up on it half of the time. There was definitely something to be said for just saying things outright. He raised a curious brow at her. “Oh? I might’ve thought about your mouth on me once or twice myself.” His tongue darted out of his mouth, licking curiously at her thumb, sucking the tip into his mouth for a brief moment, his eyes locking onto hers. His hand slid higher up her thigh as she wrapped her leg around him, and his fingers ghosted over her wet center. A pleased purr left him at the feeling. He always opted out of underwear himself, so she would find him bare underneath his pants too. He liked how she skipped out on the teasing, went straight for his cock, and he rewarded her by sinking two of his fingers inside of her.

Magnus chuckled at her and shook his head, he wasn’t going to let up on the subject of her not being okay but he was happy enough to let her tell him in her own time. “Well, I won’t argue with that, especially since everyone else seems to have paired off or gone to do other things.” He assured, happy to spend the time with the dragon who had been breaking up his normal mindset more and more as he spent time with her. It was interesting the effect she had on him. Magnus watched her carefully as she stared at the beer and it made him narrow his eyes, it wasn’t like her to refuse one. “I don’t know, some guy…Think he was a witch…” He admitted “Smells like you were with a wolf? You have lingering wet dog smell…” He teased. 

“Hold up, does that make you my date,” she couldn’t help but tease, grinning up at the man as she fitted herself against his side, “took ya long enough, big guy,” she joked, a bubbly lightness filling her insides at his presence alone. Azalthor wasn’t someone who cared a huge deal about Valentines day, even if she enjoyed the festivities for the excuse to party and wreck her havoc. With Magnus on her arm though, she could see herself caring a little more. “A witch, nice, can’t say I’ve met too many of those,” she said, trying to ignore that penetrating gaze- he definitely knew something was up, there was no mistaking it. “Your sense of smell is pretty fucking impressive, how many centuries do I have to wait for that to kick in?” she laughed, leaning her elbows against the counter, “but yea, she was a wolf. Chiara. She was pretty nice, had that whole mama wolf thing going for her- total milf material.”

“Well, I don’t think I’ll have met anyone else with a name like yours, I love dragons in the respect. You’ll never find one with the same name. If only we all had such a thing like that” She mused, chuckling as she gave a spin.  Chiara could tell the other immediately from her scent, dragons were always an inciredibly strong scent that blew her back, told her inner wolf that she had to be careful. Chiara looked at the other curiously when she suggested the punch. “Oh well, in my opinion I would definitely stay away from the punch, because Goddess knows just what is in it….” She grimaced “I’m not much of a drinker myself. But if you a cocktail I could join you for one. I saw one that was glowing earlier- which I’m sure is dangerous but it could be tasty”

Now with confirmation that the woman was part of The Society as well, Az chuckled, nodding in agreement. “Yea, we do have some pretty crazy names, don’t we,” she joked, “well, by human standards at least. I guess they’d be normal to us.” Unlike many of the older dragons, Az never really had the chance to grow up with others of her own community. The only dragons she’d known before arriving in Hollywood had been her parents, and they were both dead by the time she was fifty. So she could see how the names were unique, they were unique to her too. “You’re not a dragon though,” she hummed, leaning in closer so she could playfully sniff at the woman. In her dragon form she would’ve been able to figure it out, but she was working on it in her human one, it would come with age, or so she was told. “Huh, y’know what, good point on the punch. Had a couple glasses of it at the last ball and I’m pretty sure it was laced with something,” she laughed, rubbing the back of her neck with her free hand. “But uh, maybe I’ll give the non-alcoholic beverages a chance to shine tonight,” she said with a charming grin, even as her heart thudded harder against her ribs, wondering to herself why she was holding back. “Pretty sure they’ve got some great mocktails?” It hurt to say, it really did. “C’mon, beautiful, lets go see what we can find, yea?” 

Magnus looked confused at her rather blase attitude and he gave a heavy sigh, he wanted to question her but he also couldn’t refuse the younger dragon. “Well, I feel that there is something more, but I’m willing to let your carry on until you give in and tell me….” He admitted and then pulled her closer to him. “Of course I missed you, you’ve rather gotten under my skin, Az.” He admitted, cupping her cheek softly for a moment and looking her over. “Hm, well…Like I said, I’ll give you the rest of he evening to keep this act up before you tell me what’s really happening with you…” He murmured, before gesturing to the bar “Would you like a drink at least? I’m going to have a beer if you want to join me on it?”

Az only wrinkled her nose in response when Magnus insisted that something was up- at least he wasn’t going to push her on it. She wasn’t sure what she would’ve said if he had, she was great at being distracting but even she had her limits. When he slipped his arms around her and tugged her closer, a warm grin pulled at her lips, her arms wrapping around his waist. “You know, I kinda like the sound of that,” she teased, tilting her face into his touch as she looked up at him, something soft in her eyes, “I missed you too, for the record. Might just have to keep you to myself for the rest of the night to make up for it.” After the weird couple weeks she’d had, Az finally felt normal, standing there wrapped up in the older dragon’s arms. “Yea, sure,” she answered before she thought twice about it, and it wasn’t until after Magnus had relayed the request to the bartender that she realized what she’d done. Crap. She kept insisting it couldn’t be that, and yet she hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol so far that night- which was definitely a feat for her. When the beer was set in front of her, Az took a long look at it before redirecting her attention to her company. “So who were you buddied off with earlier?” 

Magnus immediately sensed a change in Az when he approached her and it filled him with concern. Her body and scent seemed to have changed and he felt his heart race as a fear ran through him- one that little Liv had set in him. “Well, it’s a loud club…” He admitted at the others words when she jumped, the male taking her forearms so that he could support her on her feet. “Somethings wrong…” He pointed out at her, looking her over warily. “I haven’t seen you in almost a week and your scent has completely changed….” He insited, even if he wondered if he sounded crazy to her.

She hadn’t changed that much right? The dragon gave a heavy clearing of throat and gestured to a more quiet booth for them “Should we sit?”

When the man mentioned that something was wrong, her gaze flickered up to his face in surprise. She wasn’t expecting that, she’d spoken to enough people that night and not one of them picked up on it. It was easy to convince herself nothing was up when it was just her, but if someone else could tell...? “You’re right, something is wrong- that we’re already this far into the evening and I’m only just seeing your pretty face,” she teased, flapping her hands at him in an attempt to derail the intent way he was looking over her. “I’m trying out a new perfume, I’ll take it that’s a no from you then?” she mused jokingly, knowing very well that wasn’t what he meant- he had to know it too. Clearing her throat, the little dragon nodded and led the way over to the booth, scooting across the leather seat. “What’s wrong, missed me, handsome?” she asked with a little grin as she looked over at him, her eyes lingering on her face, a warm feeling flowing through her body at his closeness. “I’ve just been working more lately, that’s all. Picked up more shifts at the bar- I think they trust me not to run off with the silverware now. Not on purpose at least.” 

Standing at the bar, Az pressed her lips together as she stared at the bottles lined up against the back. The bartenders working were familiar faces, and they kept looking her way, offering to make her her usual drinks. But she kept waving them off with a grin, hoping she didn’t look as weird as she felt. Caught up in an internal battle, the little dragon didn’t realize she had company until she felt a hand on her shoulder, and she jumped, wide eyes darting up at- oh. “Magnus, fuck you scared me,” she chuckled, a hand to her chest, “you are weirdly stealthy for someone so big, y’know that?” 

Chiara had been surprised that she’d been broken away from her pups and instead shackled to a dragon. But she should have suspected a Charbonneau twist at a Society party. Though this was certainly a new spin on things. “Well, aren’t you a little charmer…” The wolf chuckled, looking down at what she deemed a very basic outfit on herself, a simply dress with spots that picked up the neon blacklight. “You look amazing yourself, I adore your outfit” She hummed “I’m Chiara…” She greeted, giving a soft chuckle at her.

“How good of you to notice,” she teased the older woman, eyes dancing. As always, the little dragon was more than happy to put herself out there, to meet new people. Though she’d been in the city for a couple months now, it still seemed like there were so many new faces she was yet to meet. Like this one. “Aw, thanks, I like to run with the theme,” she laughed, lifting their joined hands over her head so she could do a spin. It would also be obvious that she liked to wear as little as possible, but it worked. “Chiara, that’s pretty. I don’t think I’ve met anyone with that name before,” she said, tilting her head at the woman. Az could pick up that she wasn’t human, or a dragon for that matter, but beyond that she couldn’t really put her finger on it. “Wanna head over to the bar? I could use a drink,” she asked instinctively before she paused, the megawatt grin faltering slightly as she rocked back on her heels. “Uh. Or the refreshments table, I overheard someone raving about the...fruit punch?”

Event004 : Neon Party 2022

“Well don’t you look amazing,” she said in greeting as she looked the other over unabashedly, holding out one of her wrists so they could be bound together. “Guess you’re stuck with me for the next little while,” she teased, flashing a pretty grin, “I’m Az.” 

A purr slipped past Ruby’s lips, making her blush even deeper. Her natural dragon noises hardly ever came out to play. She felt the flush on her chest grow deeper at the woman’s words. She was so beautiful and so exciting. Ruby watched the way she moved into her touch, a smile slipping across her lips as she was kissed full on the lips. She groped a little more excitedly, her hands moving to pull the front of her dress down so she could feel how warm and soft her flesh felt in Ruby’s hands. Her thumbs tracing softly against the most sensitive area, to see how she might reach. A small moan slipped past her lips as the dragon tore her panties away so easily. “I might find you after just cause I want to.” She said as she felt the fabric slipping away down her thigh and to the ground. Her fingers now slipped against Ruby’s inviting core. “Yes,” she panted helplessly as her brows knitted together, her legs squirming against the other woman’s body as her aching started to swell. She gulped the air, pausing to look at Az for a moment, she hoped she wasn’t being too eager, but she could hardly help herself. 

“Of course I have, I’m the silent and observant type. I thought you would have figured that out by now?” He wondered with a raise of his eyebrow, licking his lips as he tasted her upon on them. The dragon groaned at how there was so much ease of pleasure with her and he had to stop himself taking her too quickly and ruining what was a delicious moment. The dragon groaned as he began to move into a pace anyway, unable to help himself as the power of the moon and his desire for the dragon coursed through him. “Working on it…” He groaned against her neck, sinking in his teeth to her for a moment as he continued to move in tandem with her body. “Fucking…fuck…” He hissed as he already felt like he could ome “This moon…” He hissed, focusing himself so that he could at least get her further alone.

“Yea, I’ve noticed- it definitely works for you,” she replied with a breathless chuckle, “which is everything I’m not. Guess opposites really do attract, huh?” Just by virtue of the life she led she was most often surrounded by people more like her, loud and wild and reckless. Corrupting the shy ones was also fun, but she wouldn’t necessarily call Magnus shy either. He was just something else entirely, and Az couldn’t help but feel impossibly drawn to him. Even before the Moon.