#microscene

*Dain and Aaric sparring*

*a BADLY timed vision results in Aaric on his back*

Dain: What the hell was that? That was worse than Sloane on her first day.

Aaric: *dazed* Fuck—why? Your dick…

Dain: Prince or not, I spent months learning languages you speak fluently. Call it even.

Aaric: *coming to* No, I’m not insulting you. Every time I’m near you, I see your dick.

Dain: *glances at his fly* I’m—flattered, but I’m not into men. 

Aaric: No, Wingleader—

Dain: And fantasizing about your opponent during sparring is not only highly discouraged—

Aaric: Aetos—

Dain: —but I am also your wingleader—

Aaric: Dain! My visions show me that the fate of this war rests on Sloane learning how to use her signet, that she will only learn from you, and that a key cyclical aspect of her power sharing is unlocked through sex. 

Dain: Oh… that was a vision? Wait a minute—your signet showed you Sloane having sex? Seems inappropriate. Did it show you her partner?

Aaric: *raises eyebrows knowingly*

Dain: Strictly for… military strategy… uh, reasons.

Aaric: Yes, it showed me.

Aaric: Congrats. The fate of the continent depends on your dick.

Dain: *choked sound*

Aaric: Please try not to have the personality of a saltine—

Aaric: *pointed look*

Aaric: —or we’re all fucked.

Dain: *jaw hanging*

Aaric: And if I hear one whisper of ‘leadership fraternization is discouraged,’ I will tell Sloane what I just saw.

*later that night*

Aaric, alone in his room: Can you stop with the Wingleader porn, now?

Molvic (his dragon): I find it highly entertaining—always good for a laugh. Especially when it results in you embarrassing yourself.

Aaric: I wasn’t talking to you. I was addressing my signet directly.

Molvic: How can you be sure that was your signet? Telepathic movies are often a sign of deep bonding between dragon and rider.

Molvic: *telepathic smirk*