#dragonv

She looked down at herself in confusion. Had she gotten food or something on her shirt? She touched her face next once she found nothing amiss with her clothes. Maybe she had something on her face? Nope. So why was he staring then?

“Curious?” she looked up at him, confused. “What… what about?” No one had ever looked at her the way he was. She didn’t feel threatened or creeped out, simply confused. He was looking at her as if he knew her and expected her to recognize him.

Had she ever seen him before she definitely would have remembered him. He was the tallest man she’d ever seen and she felt herself blush as her eyes traced his features. She looked away quickly, but there was no way he hadn’t seen her blatantly checking him out. She shook her head, focusing back on his own curiosity.

@kingoftheravens said - "Do you like birds?" / from Loki

Birds? “Yeah,” she smiled easily. “Mostly the bigger ones, though,” she shrugged. Why the preference? She wasn’t entirely sure. Maybe because they felt less breakable, though, she’d never interacted closely with any birds before, big or small.

“Sort of envy them,” she admitted. “They make flying look so damn easy,” yet she still struggled with it. Or she felt that she did. Maybe that was part of the problem; she thought too much about what she was doing instead of letting instinct take over.

“Ravens might be my favorite… they're so smart and way bigger than anyone realizes,” she laughed. “I’d love to befriend one,” but ravens weren’t native to her area. She’d happily settle for a crow, but didn’t say that. It felt silly.

@kingoftheravens said - "Aren't you supposed to be talking to me about the virtues of mercy?" / from Vasilija

“What?” She blinked, stormy eyes regarding the other with clear confusion. “Me?” Melody pointed at herself then looked over one shoulder, then the other, as if there was someone else the other woman was talking to.

“No… I wouldn’t know anything about that,” because mercy wasn’t something she’d experienced when she needed it most. “I only know what they say in stories… that,” she paused, trying to think of a good example. “Sparring an injured wolf, even helping it, can grant you a powerful ally, but… I’d sooner trust an animal than a person. Animals are more predictable,” even when they weren’t, but it was far easier to read  their intentions in their body language.

Whenever someone came seeking an audience with her father, Melody was seldom present for such meetings; she wasn’t needed. This meeting, however, her presence was specifically requested by her father. So, there she sat, beside her mother, in all her finery, wondering why she was even there.

The man was announced, his titles not unfamiliar to her, but her kingdom took no part in his war. The reason for his visit was glaringly obvious to the young dragon and she very nearly rolled her eyes; she only succeeded in not doing so because her mother seemed to sense her attitude and shot her a look from the corner of her eye.

Blinking, the petite blonde sat a bit straighter hoping to avoid her mother’s ire, her full attention now on the conversation passing between their esteemed visitor and her father. It was exactly what she’d expected and she was certain her father was going to turn him away, as he did everyone who tried to pull them into this war, except…

“And what do you have to offer in return for my armies? Can you guarantee that my men won’t be going to their death’s needlessly?” her father tipped his head back, looking down his nose at their guest. Melody didn’t envy him, she knew that look.

Her father had something in mind and it was guaranteed to be something the Darkling would dislike.

With the practiced ease of a man who had ruled for a very long time, her father sat and listened patiently, letting the Darkling speak freely. Now, the young dragon almost felt sorry for their visitor. Her father was toying with him like a cat would a mouse. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, but stilled the moment her mother’s gaze cut to her again.

“Enough,” her father boomed, cutting the Darkling off. He stood, a towering figure of well over six and a half feet. Dark eyes cut to Melody and she stiffened, wondering if he’d sensed her unease, but his eyes were warm when they met hers and she visibly relaxed. Her father extended a hand to her and she blinked, clearly confused. Her mother murmured a single word in their native tongue and in an instant she was on her feet, moving to her father; she was dwarfed by him.

The littlest dragon to ever grace their mighty halls.

“You seek to obtain my armies and win this war?” and he took Melody’s hand and extended it to the Darkling. “Then bind yourself to my daughter and you’ll have your armies,” her father promised with a dark smile. Meanwhile, Melody paled, blue eyes cutting sharply up at her father. The King ignored her, but his grip on her was firm and she didn’t dare speak against her father, especially in front of a stranger.

@authorsofparadise​ said - 💋 ((James wants smoochies))

Surprising James with a kiss wasn't exactly an easy task, not when he was standing. Luckily, she'd caught him reading a dusty old book. His expression was rather serious,but he'd been at it for hours. If he didn't relax his face was going to get stuck in a perpetual scowl.

"Then why do I feel like a wild animal every time you show up?"

The petite dragon growled lowly in annoyance, but settled for silently glaring at him.

Cooking wasn't exactly a skill she'd ever needed to perfect. At least, not when it came to anything beyond meat; she could cook a steak like a professional. However, now that Dean was living with her, Melody had to expand her skillset. 

Thus far, pancakes were the bane of her existence. Growling, she attempted for the third time to flip the flimsy concoction before it burned on one side. Again, the damn thing stuck to the pan and fell apart. "Fucking fluffy bastard," she mumbled and when the pancake was done it joined its other broken and deformed brethren on a plate.

She glared at the plate, but didn't waste any time lamenting her failed attempt; hopefully they still tasted good. Hurriedly she set everything up before Dean wandered into the room. The table was laid out with a plate of eggs, bacon, sausage links, hash browns, toast, and the pancakes. Coffee filled each mug to the brim and she had various condiments spread around. Looking over the table she flushed lightly; maybe she'd made too much? She tended to eat a lot, another trait of her heritage, but she'd yet to see Dean eat more than a few bites of  anything.