𝙃𝙚'𝙨 𝘼 𝙋𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙢.

" smell like . . . lemons . and fire . and . . . teriyaki . " she was referring to him , shivering slightly as he scritched her scalp .

“Waaaa…they’re so shiny…” She leans closer, eyeing the scales while they were in sight. “Ohhh…I didn’t know dragons could spit acid. Magic was a given due to their…origins? I think it’s that.” Standing up with a grin, “Did it make your teeth all pointy like one!?”

“Tell that to your grumpy expressions.”

“You should work on that! There’s more than just me and mom that could sneak up on you silly. . . .what does a dragon soul do to you anyways?”

“. . .oh, usually mother kind of just…knows when I’m approaching. I’ll make sure to remember next time!”

“Fix your face, old man.”

“What’s with the spooked look? Did I scaaaaare you?”

she says no words , pupils dilated as she rubs her cheek into his " hair " . small chitters release every so often in between purring .

it has been a while . her fault , many apologies in the form of her skittering up his back to plant her rear on his shoulders .

attached to his leg

Concerning her.” Cupping his cheek gently, “You’re a gentle one despite your monstrous demeanor.”