#ok settle down

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the sharp arch of a brow, as though suspicion is the vessel's first instinct. they remain unmoving, from where they are perched upon a chaise as though it were a throne, a book sitting idly between lithe fingers. ❛ you believe in such silly things, suddenly? ❜ the matter of luck. even they, who knows the words the shadows whisper in tongues the earth has long forgotten, seems to find the notion nearly ridiculous. a kiss for luck was no more than a show, and little more than a ribbon around the lance to portray a lady's favor. a means of flattery to whom luck is asked from as a boon, though the witch is not quite as easily persuaded to swoon. the dragon is certain to know this, for he knows their mind better than they choose to believe. still, they are not one to deny themself something that they knew they wanted.

if the dragon has his claws within her, then she would dig her teeth into his jugular until she can feel where pulse meets his voice. she rose from the cushions with no rush or urgency, robes of lilac brushing against the floor beneath like waves parting, until the distance between them is barely there. ❛ i thought the dragon does not need luck, when he has fire. ❜ she mused, as though pleased with herself for what she believed to be an accurate mimicry of his words.

her hand reached down to cradle the farther side of his face, tilting him higher, just enough to be able to press a kiss to his jaw, and another lingering by the corner of his lips. not quite what he had asked for. not yet.

❛ a hungry dragon, i've found for myself, as though his lady wife starves him. ❜ kira does nothing short of devouring him when her lips finally capture his own, her taller stature casting a shadow over his in the candlelight. ❛ i can still taste your blood on my tongue, and you come to me asking for a kiss? how endearing. ❜ the sweetened tone of her voice is a sliver away from mocking, muttered against his mouth.