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         There’s a moment of pause, he’d come to visit Sean after learning that he’d been found. Of course, being a part of a traveling circus meant that they weren’t in one area for too long. Still, he’d made it a point to at least fly over whenever he could in order to check on his friend even now that he had forgotten everything. However, he hadn’t intended to see another familiar face when he arrived. A lot had changed since he’d last seen Dib. Not only with Sean’s situation but with his own. He was... Brighter now. Not too much more expressive but certainly more open with his facial expressions now. Enough to show his being surprised when he saw him. Last he’d seen Dib-- Things were not going well with he and Sean and the other seemed apprehensive about quite a bit. 

@nvrcmplt | BD ;; 

              How long had he been gone, he wondered. It was easy to lose track of time after all that had transpired-- going off to his native islands and greeting old friends he hadn’t seen in hundreds of years. It wasn’t a surprise that some of them were no longer around, they always had been a rowdy bunch and their guardian had done his best. Sorrowful, but there was no need for the islands to erupt in wails so he’d kept his sadness to himself. It was a process, he supposed. Trying to rifle through memories and figure out why he so strongly needed to come back here. He had Mitsushige, why did he need to leave? Perhaps because it had been winter when he’d left that he felt a little more at ease about it. 

Finding out about these odd aches and pains he felt, the way his scales seemed to appear and crystallize-- he wanted to be in good health when his beloved woke up so he’d taken a leap and found out more than he’d thought he would. “You’re adapting,” they’d said. Apparently his emotive disposition had improved so much that his body was trying to show it. Healing from that era, that pain, it had taken so long but now he was no longer that darkened sheen of volcanic rage and fire. Once upon a time he’d been so keen on protecting his kin but it had ended so poorly for him when he left that he hadn’t been able to return home. They’d thought him dead because they hadn’t heard him in so long. It was peaceful though, gradually returning to what he once was but with quite a few alterations. 

Now he had Mitsu and that reflected in the crystalline patterns of his scales taking the shapes of petals. His once dark demeanor was brighter and more iridescent; hued in purples, blues, pinks and oranges. He was no longer that crackling void of fire and shadow, nor was he that lavender carefree-- balanced, that’s what he was. He felt at ease in both his draconian form and his bi-pedal one now. Even though it was offered that they help fix his eye, he didn’t bother. It was his scar to wear with pride and he would. A reminder. His skin was tanned from the sun, his hair a lighter shade of its once bright burnt orange, eye still as green as ever-- truly he didn’t look that much different than he had before. 

Well, his teeth certainly were sharper now and that much reflected in how many times he accidentally bit his lip and howled instead of wincing like he would have before. Such a ridiculous syntharia he was. Still, when he took note of the date and realized he was a bit late on the return, he was quick to sling his bag over his shoulder and give his goodbyes. Getting home was as easy as getting to the islands had been and when he returned, he was swiftly on his way to Mitsu’s without any delay. (Not even to discard the bag over his shoulder.) As soon as he laid eyes upon his draconian heart though, he couldn’t even help the smile that spread across his face. Beautiful, as he always is. 

@minugahanax | BD ;;

          He loves him. There’s no doubt about it. Heart, soul, everything-- he loves him greatly and deeply. Even at a time like this he can only feel that overwhelming elation that this was his mate that was so excited and merrily flapping his wings about like an overzealous avian. How adorable, he thinks. Those beautiful chirps and purrs, growls and the feeling of those scaled talons against his skin; there was nothing that could make Bird’s nest happier. A sigh left his lips and he reached up, fingers playing over those scales as he kissed a few of them and smiled tenderly. They’d already been through hell and high water together. Centuries of loss and remembrance, of chaos and beauty all sown into one giant tapestry that depicted their story. Its amusing to think about how easy it was for them to find each other again on a pure chance. 

A small man carting too many boxes of ink sticks and another who wanted to help him so he wouldn’t fall down the stairs but had accidentally startled him at first. An amusing “first” meeting, he thinks. “Vacker konstnär,” he hummed the words and brushed his fingertips along those talons and feathers. “My beautiful artist.” Hibiki, Matthew, Bird’s Nest-- it didn’t matter what name Mitsushigue called for, he’d come running. Even if he was a thousand miles away, he’d still hear him. Every beautiful sound that came from him was cherished by the dragon. Leaning up on his toes, he nudged his nose beneath the giant jaw and planted kisses on the scales there with glowing specks of his own echoed purrs and delight. “Moder called a while ago, she wants to come over for dinner. Ya up for it, baby?” It had been a long time in the works, getting to this point-- 

@minugahanax | Guardian ;;

                It didn't take him long at all to notice more and more of his clothes going missing. Normally he'd only have one person to question in the case of his lost clothing, but Koko wasn't the culprit this time. After all, she hadn't been sporting any of his shirts while diving into his bed and proclaiming herself the owner of his room. Which left only one individual who could (and would be brave enough) have absconded with half his wardrobe. It wasn't as if he didn't notice them being sneakily replaced and taken at times, often returned with the dominate scent of spring and all the flora that came with it, but he never minded it in the slightest. After all, Mitsu knew not to take the one piece of clothing he never took off unless he was unable to wear it. (Such rare cases only included showering and in a form that would damage the article.) Granted it was less so the jacket itself and more so the patch, it was understood that it was off limits.