Dragon putting up a fight with his Lady
Small LadyScale writting
/!\ This is my own interpretation of Scale for my silly narrative, don't take it too bad if he's a little OOC-
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These two just do not work out.
Not a day goes by peacefully when they interact. The dragon boy will throw a sarcastic remark here and there and the girl, with all her French wit, will snap right back— and then a fight erupts which lasts until the boy will ask the girl to hang out again. No apologies, just a request- or, demand- that they go grab a snack together with a pouty face and crossed arms, and the cycle repeats.
Today was no different. Scale had knocked- no, pounded on Lady’s door and demanded she came out of the house to come hang out with him while he trains.
“I’ll get you a box-cake and a lemonade if you come with me” , he swore. And of course, without fail, Lady accepted.
And as usual, she watched him train while she sat on a bench, munching on her treat while he “hi-yaah” or “unf!” away; his arms moving swiftly, his legs and feet kicking, his sword cutting through the air. Her green eyes would switch between his limbs, his wings gently fluttering at each move, his tail swaying along… to his red cheeks and the beads of sweat on his forehead, or the cute expression he made each time he concentrated—
Wait—… cute?! No way. That was not the word for him!! He wasn’t cute. He was a snarky, pouty brat of a man child who acted tough and thought he could boss her around.
…so is this why she was huffing like a bull, a flushed snarl on her face as she stood a few feet away, covered in dust, sand and a few strands of dry grass all while standing on the defense? Is that why he looked the same? How did they end up like this?
Knowing them, Lady probably tried to be nice- genuinely nice, to him as she usually tried, and Scale in all his glory must have refused it, saying her compliment wasn’t enough for his grandeur. And most likely, she must have gotten pissed again and started to retort something snarky in return.
Their green eyes just stared at each other, like two cats preparing to fight at the slightest movement from the other. The brunette was the first to break the tension, scoffing with offense, her arms crossing under her chest while she looked away.
“It’s always like this with you! I can never say or do anything without you commenting on it! You suck!” , the French girl exclaimed, a slight pang of hurt in her tone remarked by the crack in her voice, the slight tug at her lips that perked into a pout, the slight furrow of her brows…
“I know.” Scale had seen it so many times. He had heard that whine too many times to count. And each time, against his will, his heart would skip a beat at the mere sight of the scene before him. Minus the dust, sand and grass. And yet… her hair always so lovely kept and curled was now a mess that he didn’t mind. And he cursed himself for it. Curse you, animal curse of whatever the hell she had accidentally put on him.
A loud whine snapped the dragon boy out of his daze, blinking away the twinkle that had appeared in his gaze.
“Ugh! Goddamn it…Now I look like a mess…”, Lady sighed, dusting herself away and pulling the dry grass off of her, and Scale wanted to tear his big ears off his head for staring at the redness of her cheeks so intensely.
This is exactly why he always put up a fight; to see her eyes go wide, to see her face go red at the slight tinge of anger. To hear her voice take a note higher or even that crack in it that always made him laugh (even though his own never truly matured and made him do the same). Never would he admit to liking it.
Not even when he gets to witness the way her eyes lit up and sparkle at the sight of something she likes, the way her gaze softens when she compliments him, when she laughs or smiles. No, he would die a hundred times before admitting it, he has a reputation to maintain! But he likes it. He likes it so much.
As the brunette finishes dusting herself off, Scale’s lips slowly turn into a goofy grin, his eyes staring sweetly at her while his wings start to flap with a small excitement. A laugh escapes his lips as he brushes a hand through his brown locks, the sweetness turning to a tease and challenging gaze.
“You always look like a mess.”, he commented, and his heart did a flip when Lady did that offended, loud gasp he loved so much.
“What the fuck did you just say?!”, she yelled, her green eyes wide behind her glasses. Oh he was in trouble. “You—!” But instead of adding on, the dragon boy bursted into a fit of laughter as she ran towards him, tackling him to the ground as she tried- keyword, tried, to hit him over and over while his body shook with each gasp of laughter, begging her to stop. But actually… maybe he didn’t want to.
