send one of the following for the sender’s muse to capture the receiver’s muse. add ‘+reverse’ for, well, the reverse scenario. feel free to elaborate with further details if needed! potential triggers for dark scenariors.

«ENTRAP»   for the sender to capture the receiver in a trap made by the sender.

«IMPRISON»   for the sender to throw the receiver in jail.

«SPELL-BOUND»   for the sender to use a spell to entrap the receiver.

«POWERS»   for the sender to use special powers to entrap the receiver.

«KIDNAP»   for the sender to kidnap the receiver.

«SECURE»   for the sender to keep the receiver in a secure location for their safety.

«DISTRACT»   for sender to keep receiver in place through means of distractions.

«CONTROL»   for sender to keep receiver in place through means of mind control.

He felt it. The kiss was a fragile, fleeting thing, a mere brush of lips against the hard warmth of his scales, but to Sunfyre, it felt as momentous as a landslide. He remained utterly still, his massive frame becoming a living monument of gold and heat. He didn't blink; he didn't so much as twitch a single scale. He simply existed in that suspended moment, absorbing the vulnerability of the gesture.

He could feel the frantic, fluttering rhythm of Aegon’s heart against his flank, a rapid percussion of anxiety and longing that the dragon sought to steady with the sheer mass of his presence. In the silence that followed, he felt the weight of the crown, not the physical circle of gold, but the invisible pressure that bowed the boy's spirit, and he resolved to be the only thing in the world that did not demand something from him.

“you issi zūgagon aegon, yn iksā dārys.” (“You are scared Aegon, but you are king.”)

The Golden Dragon became a mountain of stillness, his breathing slowing until it was merely a ghost of a movement beneath his chest. He did not move to shake off the touch or shift his weight; instead, he leaned into the silence, allowing himself to be an anchor for the drifting boy.

To the world, Sunfyre was a weapon of war, a shimmering terror of flame and scale, but here, in the salt-sprayed solitude of the cliffs, he allowed himself to be something far simpler: a sanctuary. He felt the warmth of Aegon’s kiss linger on his snout, a tiny spark of human tenderness that felt more powerful than any command ever shouted from a saddle.

“i kessa ossēnagon zirȳ pār aegon, human se zaldrīzes, i’ll ossēnagon mirre qilōni tries naejot ōdrikagon ao.” (“I will kill them then Aegon, human and dragon, I’ll kill any who tries to hurt you.”)

A sudden, wet slap echoed against the silence of the cliffs, followed by a torrent of warmth that felt less like a gesture of affection and more like a tidal wave of saliva. He didn't merely lick him; he launched a massive, sandpaper-textured tongue in a sweeping arc that started at Aegon’s chin and ended somewhere near his hip. The force of the movement nearly knocked the wind out of the young king, pinning him back into the grass as he was thoroughly soaked from head to toe in thick, viscous dragon slime.

“you kostagon gaomagon whatever ao jaelagon, umbagon se vīlībagon, īlon daor sagon erntash, iā henujagon naejot arlie tegor, i’ll gūrogon ao, anywhere ao jaelagon, sepār ivestragon nyke.  Lo īlon umbagon, īlon vīlībagon, lo īlon henujagon, īlon vīlībagon, issa keskydoso, se iderennon iksis aōhon.” (“You can do whatever you wish, stay and fight, we cannot be defeated, or leave to new lands, I’ll take you, anywhere you wish, just tell me. If we stay, we fight, if we leave, we fight, it is the same, the choice is yours.”)

“it's daor bona simple ( it’s not that simple )” he says as the tears finally catch up. Letting emotions bubble over for so long it’s not a surprise that he finally gets emotional. Being told to grow up fast does things to a boy.

“Lo nyke henujagon ao can't mazigon lěda nyke ( if I leave you can’t come with me )” he says sighing shakily as Sunfyre licks him. The rough tongue making him cringe as he turns his head away. The dragon continuing, speaking of killing them all… he can’t. He’s not strong enough for that.

❛  i can carry that for you.  ❜ ❛  i can come over, if you don't want to be alone.  ❜ ❛  i can go with you, so you don't have to do this by yourself.  ❜ ❛  i can keep you warm.  ❜ ❛  i can listen for as long as you need me to.  ❜ ❛  i can make breakfast while you stay in bed.  ❜ ❛  i can make you laugh. just give me a minute.  ❜ ❛  i can remember enough for both of us.  ❜ ❛  i can share mine with you.  ❜ ❛  i can stay with you a little longer.  ❜ ❛  i can take care of you for once.  ❜ ❛  i can wait for you here.  ❜ ❛  can i keep this? it reminds me of you.  ❜ ❛  can i keep you company?  ❜ ❛  can i kiss you?  ❜ ❛  can i lay my head in your lap?  ❜ ❛  can i see you smile again?  ❜ ❛  can i take care of you tonight?  ❜ ❛  can i tell you how pretty you look?  ❜ ❛  can i tell you something silly?  ❜ ❛  can we just do nothing today?  ❜ ❛  can we stay like this a little longer?  ❜ ❛  can you come a little closer?  ❜ ❛  can you hold me for just a second?  ❜ ❛  can you promise you'll text when you get home?  ❜ ❛  you can always come home to me.  ❜ ❛  you can be as clingy as you want. i don't mind.  ❜ ❛  you can be soft here.  ❜ ❛  you can come over whenever you miss me.  ❜ ❛  you can have the last bite.  ❜ ❛  you can have this; it was supposed to be yours anyway.  ❜ ❛  you can hide here for a while.  ❜ ❛  you can keep looking at me like that.  ❜ ❛  you can keep my heart. i wasn't using it anyway.  ❜ ❛  you can kiss me again, if you want.  ❜ ❛  you can lean on me.  ❜ ❛  you can pick the music.  ❜ ❛  you can stay as long as you want.  ❜ ❛  you can stay close to me, i like that.  ❜ ❛  you can take my hand.  ❜

He remained silent for now, for the language of dragons is expressed through weight and warmth. Instead, he shifted his enormous form, a slow, grinding movement of gold against green, until he had gently pinned Aegon to the ground with a tender, suffocating embrace. He lay beside him, not as a mount awaiting orders, but as a living mountain of heat, eager to absorb the fragile shivering of the man’s spirit. T

he dragon’s ribcage rose and fell in a slow, rhythmic tide, a tectonic pulse that seemed to align with Aegon’s own heartbeat, creating a shared sanctuary of breath and scale.

The sound that came from his throat was neither a roar nor the sharp hiss of a predator, but a rhythmic, subterranean clicking. It was a series of soft, melodic snaps of cartilage and scale, a biological clockwork that resonated through Aegon’s very ribs. If a creature of such monumental size could purr, this was its equivalent a low-frequency thrumming that seemed to knead the tension from Aegon’s muscles.

The dragon shifted, his massive head moving with a slow, graceful motion to nuzzle the crook of Aegon’s neck, his scales feeling like sun-warmed river stones against the king's skin. It was a sound of complete affirmation, a sonic blanket that enveloped the boy’s whispered fears and smothered them with an ancient, unwavering loyalty.

“Gaomagon ao drējī nūmāzma bona?” (Do you truly mean that?) He hissed slowly, a struggle to communicate. “Lo gaomā, epagon se īlon kessa henujagon, iksā dārys, nd iā dārys kostagon gaomagon hae ziry wishes” (If you do, ask and we shall leave, you are king, nd a king can do as he wishes.)

A laugh escaped him at the nuzzle. Pressing back to return the motion as he soon opened his eyes. His gaze meets his beasts as the dragon soon spoke. He’s quiet in thought for a while. Did he want to? Could he? Where would he go? He didn’t wish to be recognized either, because well… who wouldn’t notice a Targaryen named Aegon.

His smile falters, brows creasing. It’s a hard choice to make. Plus if he did run off… the bonded pair may have to part ways. He didn’t want that… no one would ever want to loose their dragon. Not ever.

“Nyke don’t gīmigon ( I don’t know )” is all he can manage. Staring back up at the sky. He knows Sunfyre is loyal to him, he always will be. But there’s only so much the two of them can do together.