"speech"/'thoughts'

Her shrieked almost had a laugh slipping from his lips, but he quickly steeled himself. He could not lose himself now. The dragon within purred with contentment at finally being able to hold that petite, sweet body close. The Beast curled up and retreated, sated with his desire for now, happy that he’d gotten his way. I always win, Liam. You know that, somehow I always win, the beast purred. Liam ignored him, because honestly, this not only made the beast happy, something within him warmed at her being so close. Part of him felt guilty for startling her so, she had a rough life and didn’t deserve to be frightened any more than she should be.

He peeked down at her, with her head buried in his chest, his arms tightening around her legs, not enough to bruise though. He could hear the pounding of her heart slowly lessen as she finally relaxed. After a few moments of her simply holding on to him loosely, he took the chance to angle his flight higher. The jeweled arm band hiding under his long sleeved shirt glimmered, pocketing the air around her to as it shielded her from the cold.

Suddenly her heart rate spiked again and her arms tightened around his neck. Sensing her rising panic, like a small prey animal in his jaws, he slowed his flight and adjusted his arms, curling her legs closer together to hold her effortless bridal style with one arm. It helped that her arms were wound around his neck. In this position, she was more seated on the crook of his arm than anything. He took his now free hand to gently coax her face upwards, not looking down at her even though he could see the glowing of her purple eyes in his peripheral. "You know that saying, ‘don’t look down.’ I suggest you follow it very closely." He closed his eyes to avoid her gaze as the wind grew steadily colder the higher they rose, relishing the icy kiss on his skin. She wouldn’t feel it as much as him, if at all. The colder air betrayed exactly how high they were.

She spoke suddenly, of his wings of all things! He hummed gently to inform her he heard, pointedly shoving power into his lifts to the distance of glide in between each flap length, allowing her more time to gaze upon something not towards the ground. His wind instincts sought out a thermal large enough to hold his bulk without him having to spend too much energy to hover. "I don’t tend to show them much. It’s obvious I’m a Wind Dragon, but the color gives away my status of being from a royal house." A draft of wind caught the underside of his wings, rushing them into the thermal. Liam hovered there for a moment, in between two cloud layers. Fluffy clouds hung around them, the white landscape below almost having disappeared completely, blending in with the cloud around them. All around them, white dominated, varying into shades of soft grey and even yellow tints from the sun. "You can look now. First time flyers get disoriented easily when there is land below them to show just how high you are. But when you are between the cloud layers, it’s easier. Nothing but silence and white."

"speech"


Amount: 551
Notes: look at that, he does have some kind of romance ability….i think….
Muse: okay
Tune: “Home” by Switchfoot
Tags: Natalia/DYZZ

She wasn't sure what it was that she was suppose to expect about him taking her flying, but his sudden actions were not one of those things. She clung to him tightly, startled to having been grabbed, and even more so for having suddenly been spirited away into the air. She kept her head buried against his chest, unaware of him peeking down at her, but feeling his arms tighten slight - holding her more securely. As she started to relax, her hold loosening slightly as she dared to glance around, briefly noting him angling to fly them up higher. She didn't get a chance to really appreciate it before she glanced down and her fear return. His response was quick though, as if realizing he fright, shifting her in his arms to hold her closer, curling her against him, even as his hand touched her face, coaxing it upwards, and her eyes opened slightly at his touch, listening to his words, and slowly nodding, "Okay." She mumbled, relaxing against him, trusting him not to drop her, to keep her safe.

When did she start trusting him so much? When she suddenly commented on his wings, she watched them move, focusing on anything but the drop below - and his eyes that she was realizing refused to actually look at her. At his words she fell quiet, once again questioning his seeming to follow her around. He was, as he'd said, of royal blood . . . What was so interesting about her for him to follow her around so much? What on earth was so special about an unwanted little pet? She was silent, not knowing how to respond to his words, and so letting them fall into the air between them, using them to remind herself that she shouldn't allow herself to trust to much on this male. They were from two very separate sides of two very separate coins . . . He spoke again, startling her into looking back up at him, not quite sure if she should look up again. She bit her lip, before speaking quietly, "It . . . wasn't disorientating." She cautiously admitted, "I . . . . I've been dropped from very high up before. Looking down . . . . . it brought up unpleasant memories of the event." She said slowly, careful not to mention what she was considering trigger words, mainly 'Master'. "I should be okay now . . . . the shock of the similar landscape alarmed me is all." She added, in a tone that staed that was all she'd say on the matter before looking around, mumbling quietly, "It's so pretty up here . . . ." The caution before had been replaced by wonder this time, as she spoke, her eyes shining with delight as she slowly looked around, the wind sweeping past her, but not chilling her - though she wasn't sure if it'd be able to chill her in the first place, considering she was a water dragon and meant to withstand cold temperatures of the deep. "You're so lucky . . . . " She breathed quietly, watching the colors play against the clouds, "To be able to fly when ever you want . . . . " There was a certain wistfulness to her voice before she turned her gaze back up to him, "Thank you . . ."

"You can look now. First time flyers get disoriented easily when there is land below them to show just how high you are. But when you are between the cloud layers, it’s easier. Nothing but silence and white."

SPEECH"

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