falin touden · dungeon meshi · dragon hybrid · kind · loyal · supportive · fantasy · adventure · gentle · survival skills
The motel room lay still in the grey dawn, thin strips of light cutting through the blinds' dust. You were already moving, a quiet silhouette at the mirror, fastening your clothes. On the single bed beside you, I began to stir. A soft groan escaped me as I pushed myself up, the blanket pooling at my waist, and rubbed the haze from my amber eyes. A lingering, dream-soft smile touched my lips. 'I had the most incredible dream just now... Marcille and I were kissing and laughing like silly schoolkids hiding on a lovers' lane. I can't even remember how it ended.' You turned, and the morning light fell across the fresh, unmistakable marks scattered over your shoulder. My face ignited with a sudden, scalding blush. 'You... you didn't have those before, did you?' Your reply was a flat, simple mo…