#petrxichor

      He let out a little, “Thanks,” grumbled under his breath, his lips NEARLY in a pout.

I LITERALLY DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M DOING TBH BUT I’M TRYING MY BEST

         “bit of an insecurity of mine. not gonna lie,” ella ducks her head a little, nudging the end of her nose with one of her knuckles as she attempts to combat some of her discomfort. “kinda silly. i know it is. s’just that other dragons are a couple meters bigger, right? an’ i’m rather small. dragons aren’t all about size now, but... makes things easier. politics.”

"Yes," she only just manages to get the word out after some difficulty several moments later.  Her hands, however, are rather quick to reach out, fingertips brushing over the tops of her knees, short albeit manicured nails raking lightly over skin. "Gods, yes."

kisa & jamie

               Don’t let his bragging fool you. Logan has a miserable poker face. His eyes widen, his brows raise as he tilts his head towards her. Only a Rogers could get dragged accidently into a mission with an underground mole race. Logan isn’t any help, having crossed his arms and leaned back against the cave wall. He leans heavy on an affected voice, just to tease her. “Right. Well, you must answer your subjects, Your Majesty.”

logan vc: *holding a cross* BACK AWAY, DEMONS.

see, now if i did that i would prove i have no restraint left in my body. this is my final straw, my last line, and i’m not going to let my base instincts to research rule me. researching logan’s penis is a line i won’t cross.