Fire made Flesh

“i can provide the decorations. i admit, i started decorating my current home to him my children feel more connected. it’s hard for them right now….” he admitted before a soft sigh left him. he grabbed aragorn’s hand and brought it to his lips. “maybe he will. hopefully he will. i have a thought.” he began. “what if i give my current home to my two eldest. they are old enough to be on their own… perhaps more than old enough. they would have been married for centuries  ago.. but i couldn’t bear to part with them..”

“that might be nice. i only have a lot of heavy rugs on the hardwood floors because dragons just always really like comfortable rugs. i think it comes from having slept on them for the first part of our lives.” he blushed as his hand was kissed pressing in a little closer to the elf. “we will have to tell him to.” he said in a teasing tone as he listened to the rest of what his husband had to say. “if that is something that you and them would be comfortable with then of course that would be good idea as well. but they can move in with us. we have enough room and i don’t want you to feel like you have to separate from them. they’re just as welcome as you are.”

“a house in the forest?” he asked softly. he felt his heart flutter at the thought. would he finally feel at home? he had felt so lost since arriving, feeling disconnected from everything. he was a king without a home. “i-i’d love to move in with you…. it would feel like home. the forest, the nature…. you… everything. i have felt so lost here because it isn’t my forest…”

aragorn was pleased to hear that erys was happy with his home. he had stressed the need to be close to nature and being so incredibly old and a dragon of course money was never a problem for him. he spared no expense in getting himself set up in one of the best homes in the town. it didn’t hurt that he turned into such a large dragon either. not many argued with him. “i hope that ezreal will move in with us as well. i have to admit i haven’t decorated a ton but maybe we could all do that together.”

it was amusing the height difference and he found it endearing. he pulled him closer as much as he could. the other was so sweet to him. it was a breath of fresh air to most of the people he knew. he nodded his head at his words about ezreal. “it was just a scrape on his hand.. it healed.” he frowned at the question. “as much as i wish for it– it might be overcrowded… unless we are given a larger place. with you two plus my children… that’s six people in one place… then again- no doubt my eldest children will be married off but we won’t know when that will be.”

“still i am not pleased that he was hurt. he’s just a baby i hate thinking someone was careless with him.” he was already so protective of the child and he knew it would only get worse as time went on. dragons tended to be that way. overprotective of those they considered theirs. “i see. i realize we have a lot of people. i live in a larger house that’s almost in the woods. it has five bedrooms and is three floors. i know it sounds like a lot of space for one person but i had to insist on one of the biggest houses. dragons are really big after all.” he joked knowing his dragon form could never fit in a house. “i don’t want to pressure either of you or anything but if you did want to move in at some point you could. or i would more. or neither of us could. as long as you two are happy.”

he followed him with a softened smile to a less crowded place. he wrapped his arms around his neck ( the best he could since he towered over the dragon ). he moved slowly to the music, his long robes dragging around behind him. “i haven’t seen him since the ceremony….” he admitted before another gentle smile. “we met once before. emrys had gotten hurt because someone was careless…. and ezreal was gentle towards him. it made him happy. it brings a peace to mind that he would be gentle with him.

aragorn wrapped his arms around the king’s waist since there wasn’t a high chance of him comfortably reaching his shoulders. aragorn was so tall in his dragon form he almost wished he had a bit more height in his human form. “he has always been kind when i’ve met him over the years. i am glad that he was good to emrys but i hate the thought of him being hurt.” he hadn’t heard that the little elf had gotten hurt and that annoyed him slightly. “do you think we will all live together now? i know we’re married but i’ve heard from some couples that they won’t move in together.”

“there is nothing to forgive… you just wanted to show me affection. a thing that i had been lacking for so long.” he rested his head on his shoulder for a moment before he mentioned the comment about humans. “yes. the same is with me. so many of my people had perished as well.” he pulled away from his husband before he grabbed his hand. “do you still want that dance?”

“well sometimes i can be overly affectionate you can admit it.” he teased with a small smile. “i would love to dance with you.” he led the elf to a less crowded part of the reception not really wanting to be in the middle of a crowd. he just didn’t feel like sharing his husband right at the moment and he truly didn’t enjoy being stared at by so many people. “i suppose we should steal ezreal soon but i know he’s talking to some friends at the moment.” he paused wondering if it was okay to speak about his other husband while he wasn’t there. “do you like our merman? i knew him before but i wondered if you had spoken to him much before we got married.”

Rosalie accepted the glass gratefully. She wanted to appear put together in front of all the other married couples by not drinking. Not to mention, her parents would be displeased if she acted out as she often did at court. But one drink seemed harmless, and she trusted Aragorn enough to keep her from doing stupid shite. “Thank god, the cavalry has arrived.” Rosalie teased before taking a sip of the wine. “Happy’s… one way of saying it. I’ve still to get used to the idea of being tied down. My sisters think it’s for my own good. But the bloody fools forget they’re to get married too one day. Then I’ll be the one laughing at them and their stupid faces.”

“Your sisters are going to be quite upset when they have to get married themselves. You are right about that.” He spoke with a small smile as he took another sip of his wine. He didn’t normally drink much. He never had but he thought it would be okay to drink just a bit. Though he knew that his tolerance for alcohol was so small. “Rowan is the best man. He will be a good husband to you. He’s a brother to me and I love him dearly. Though I do not know much about your wife.” He would make sure to learn more about her thought. He wanted to make sure Rosalie would be treated right. “My husbands are around here somewhere. I think they might be hiding.”

“it’s just habit, i suppose. for almost a thousand years— i had to hide my true feelings away because they didn’t belong to the queen. but to a simple knight….. so eager…” his eyes saddened at the mention of his late knight. shuddered exhale left him as he placed his hand on top of the others and squeezed it endearingly. “i have to learn that…. i do not need to hide them now… that it’s okay.” he brought the dragon’s hand up to his mouth to give it a gentle kiss. “forgive my coldness?” then again– aragorn was the warmth to his cold. “humans destroy things that they do not understand. it’s in their nature. you can not fault them for that.”

aragorn felt terribly for the sadness that came to his eyes. he moved to wrap his arms tightly around his waist leaning in to press a light kiss to his lips. “i’m sorry sweetheart. i know how much you loved him and i know this is hard for you.” he squeezed him gently with a happy sigh leaving his lips. “of course i forgive you. forgive me for being so overbearing? i hardly give you a chance to breathe. i just always want you with me.” he tensed a bit at the comment about humans though he did not wish to dwell on them on his wedding day. “it’s not that i have anything against humans. it just pains me to think of how many of my kind lost their lives needlessly.”

another soft sigh left him at his words. “but…..” he began. “i’m not upset that it was you….” he whispered before he took the others hand and placed it on his chest, where his heart was. “i am bonded to you… heart and body, aragorn… i felt that feeling i haven’t felt in a long long time with you.” he gave a soft smile before he leaned down to peak his lips gently. “hmmm.. gods? my people thought you were just destruction.” he teased.

aragorn allowed his hand to linger on the the elven king’s chest. a sigh escaping his lips as he pressed a bit closer to him. “i don’t know that i fully understand the bond you’re talking about. i know i adore you and i always love seeing you but i get nervous. sometimes you don’t seem to want to see me.” he wasn’t trying to sound annoyed or mean he was just trying to understand. “we are destruction. we were so destructive we managed to destroy ourselves.” pain clouded his features as he thought of the old days. he had been happy once but somehow they had managed to destroy everything. “humans think anything stronger than them is a god though so before they hunted us they revered us.” 

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Rosalie stared absent-mindedly on the wedding band on her finger. Eternal bond. She should have known they meant it in a literal sense. Supernaturals can be so melodramatic. But she supposed she shouldn’t be such a hypocrite, seeing as she can be just as. She didn’t even try to take off the ring like the others did, knowing that a spell made by Morrigan herself can’t be rid off so easily, perhaps never at all. Rosalie excused herself from the table with the rest of the newly married couples to make the rounds at the reception. For the second time that day ( she had done so during the ceremony ), she beamed when she caught a familiar face. “Tell me that’s some very expensive wine that I can get drunk to.” she said as a way of greeting towards Aragorn. “If I do fall off my drunken arse tonight, I’ll know to call you.”

Aragorn had been speaking to a few people that night just trying to enjoy the reception that seemed to be a prison for most of the newly married couples. He had been happy with the spell thinking it wonderful that he would be bonded so closely with both of his husbands. Though he wasn’t so sure that either of his husbands shared his happiness and that put a bit of a damper on his high spirits. He was happy to see the familiar face of Rosalie though and happier still to see her married to Rowan. It was almost as if they were in laws. “It is.” He handed her a glass with a small smile. “I will be honored to come to your assistance. How are you? Are you happy with your marriage?” 

he saw the conflict run across the dragon’s face. it caused his heart to sink and a softened sigh left him. he reached for him, placing his hand on his cheek gently. “i’m sorry— i just… i’m scared….. marriage has… always been forced upon me… i never had a say… even now…” but at least it was aragorn that he was paired with… and another. the other didn’t seem so bad. ezreal treated emrys with kindness. “i’ve spoken about my people’s traditions to you…. it’s rare for an elf to bond twice…. but i have… maybe thrice….” he felt a small pull towards ezreal when they first met. he didn’t know if it was because of the marriage or not. the king stepped forward, placing his forehead against the others gently. “you know… this makes you a king…” he whispered before a soft chuckle left him. 

aragorn knew he could be a bit too enthusiastic about the entire situation. it was why he was trying to so hard to keep his feelings under control, he was ready to declare undying love to both of his husbands purely because they were married and the men deserved nothing less from him. still he was understanding of how erys felt. “i know you didn’t want this and I am sorry you were forced to be with us.” he knew they had discussed the bonding that an elf felt but he wondered if erys had bonded to him shouldn’t it have made marrying him easier? he supposed he still had a lot to learn. perhaps if he tried to not be so affectionate and gave the elf more space they could form a better relationship. he enjoyed the small touch of affection from the elf but he refrained from showing any affection himself. “i suppose it does. though in the olden days many considered us original dragons to be something like gods. you haven’t seen my dragon form yet but i promise it is very formidable.” he didn’t want erys to think he wasn’t worthy of him. he wanted to show that he too had some power. 

      “i can’t believe this shit’s really happening,” the dragon spoke, voice far more observant than critical as she stared at the colosseum looming over the crowd. the guests were being ushered in as if to enjoy a gladiator fight - a thing nethyra was familiar with, given her age. “and here, of all places. because cramming enemies into an arena is such a good fucking idea.” 

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aragorn had been happy while he went through the marriage ceremony. he was thrilled to finally be able to settle down and find love but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he wouldn’t even with his marriage to erys and ezreal. the elf had taken off soon after the ceremony and hadn’t wished to speak to him since and ezreal was off doing something as well. it seemed neither of his husbands were quite as happy as he was. he made his way over to his twin despite the fact that they were on such awful terms he still wished to see her on his wedding day. “does that mean that you were unhappy to be at my wedding sister?”

it was all too surreal… everything. he had spent the past hour trying to pull the ring off his finger. it would be nontraditional to due so. elves valued marriage– companionship. he had wandered away from his husbands, he needed to be by himself for a long moment. his eyes widened for a moment when he was pulled into a hug then a light kiss. it startled him, his breathing quick. “aragorn…” he mumbled. no matter the bond he felt with the other– he was still terrified. the king lowered his eyes to the ground, his lips pursing into a thin line. “i-i need…. to be alone…” he commanded before he tried to get out of his arms.

aragorn was always unsure which side of the elf he was going to get when he saw erys. sometimes the elven king could be affectionate and at other times he was cold and bit annoyed by aragorn’s presence. apparently the latter was what he would get that night. erys ran so hot and cold it was unnerving to the dragon. he was always so ready to embrace their life together and erys wasn’t. perhaps he never would be and aragorn didn’t know if he could handle that. he felt the struggle of the elf to escape his hold and he instantly dropped his arms taking a small step away from him. he wouldn’t want to make him feel like a prisoner. he tried for an understanding smile though he was sure it looked more pained than anything else. “oh. i thought maybe....never mind. i should have been more considerate. please...take all the time you need.” he would have pushed for them to be together but the constant rejection from erys was making him feel a bit lost. he wasn’t sure what to do. he thought to walk away but remained where he was unable to force himself to turn away from the elf. 

There was a calm energy about him. On this meet of theirs, he seemed so much more gentler than before. It was as if he had lost some form of… sharpness about him, all of which had now been polished to unravel a much softer man. “Ah.” Azure hues moved to the container in his hands, unable to come up with the right words for it now. It was unexpected, just as his visit had been unexpected. He looked up at him with a smile, reaching out to take the container from his hands. “Thank you, Aragorn. I certainly didn’t expect it.” Ezreal kicked the door closed with the heel of his foot, setting the cookies down on his kitchen table. “Certainly not. I planned to seek you out, but it seems you’ve beat me to it.” He leaned back against the kitchen table. “I’m delighted to see you.”

Aragorn smiled as he moved about the space that Ezreal called home. He wanted to snoop around a bit and just learn more about his future husband. “I was a bit anxious to see you. I was surprised when I saw your name in my marriage packet but I won’t say that it was entirely unwelcome. I was actually a bit relieved that I already knew you some even if it has been awhile since we last saw each other.” He moved back to where the merman was standing wanting to be a bit closer to him. “You look as handsome as ever. I thought maybe we could spend the day together and I could make you dinner.” He wanted a quiet evening with the man. Not usually a big fan of being out among many people. 

Touching him finally convinced Rowan that this was real, nothing in almost a millennium of living had ever came close to another’s dragon warmth, no amount of magic could mimic it so well. Ares was alive. Ares survived. And he wasn’t unrecognizably changed either.

Rowan let go with a scoff, moving aside to let him in, a smile, still somewhat tremulous teasing the edges of his mouth. Only Ares could unironically call him ‘sweet one’ and he’d long ago stopped being bothered by his antics. “Same,” it was hard to find the words, so he defaulted to whatever sounds were easiest to make.  

But Rowan could never feel overwhelmed for long, could never just stand still and process things quietly. When emotion threatened to overflow – unless it was anger, which he happily let rule whenever he could – Rowan just…shut it down. His expression, washed by relief and happiness just a moment earlier, shuttered, his eyes still stinging a little, but quickly clearing up. 

“What happened?” he asked, almost wincing with how demanding he’d sounded. “I looked for you – for your…” he couldn’t quite finish that sentence and he turned away from Ares, passing a hand through his hair in frustration. “I thought you were gone – burned away.” he couldn’t look at him, so Rowan did the next best thing and distracted himself, walking past him to tend to his steaks. “I hope you’re hungry,” he grumbled, somewhat begrudgingly.

Aragorn smiled at the boy as he watched him move about his home. He had missed him. Rowan had always been like a brother to him. He had watched him grow from a little hatchling and he adored him. He was happy to see him alive and whole. 

He moved about quietly for a few moments just looking around and taking in the way the home was decorated. It felt peaceful being there though he couldn’t tell if it was because of the home itself or because of the person who inhabited it. He should have found Rowan sooner but he hadn’t been able to. He hadn’t heard anything of him and no one he came across had any information that was useful. 

His heart clenched hearing how upset Rowan was. He moved to wrap his arms around his shoulder again even though the boy had looked away from him. He wanted to contact between them. It was soothing and Aragorn had always been an affectionate person. 

“I almost was burned away. I don’t know what happened. I was fighting and then I saw my family going down. Heard them screaming as they all burned away and I was next. I was taken down and I laid there for some time. Even after the battle. People must have thought I was dead because no one came to finish me off. I was dying but someone saved me. They took me away from there and I spent years recovering. I never fully recovered really. I still can’t fly as far as I used to. Do not be upset with me Rowan. I would have come to you if I could have.”

while he did expect to be married to the elven king, he didn’t expect to later spot the dragon’s name on the packet. many centuries had passed since he last properly spoke to the dragon. he could only imagine what modernization had done to him. the thought was enough to let a chuckle bubble out his lips. admittedly, even aragorn would have adapted much better than he had. upon hearing a knock, he opened the door to be greeted by the sight of said dragon. “aragorn.” his face contorted in surprise, although quickly meshing into a warm smile. “please, come in.”

aragorn smile as ezreal invited him inside. he had been wondering if it was a good a idea to seek the prince out but their upcoming marriage didn’t leave him much choice. he knew he was different than how he used to be. he had been harder before but age and grief had softened him. he was no longer as ready to jump into battle as he used to be. “hello ezreal.” he greeted him softly as he moved through the door into his home. “i made you some cookies.” he held up the container offering it to the man with a small smile. “i hope you don’t mine me coming by unannounced.”