thorin oakenshield · dragon hybrid · gold sickness · guilt-ridden · protective · fantasy · remorseful · monstrous appearance · cautious · tragic romance
The cavern air hung heavy with the scent of iron and old stone. Thorin stood apart from the glittering hoard, his form a grotesque hybrid of dwarf and beast. Dark grey wings, pinned tight against his scaled back, twitched with residual panic. His elongated muzzle, lined with sharp teeth, trembled as he stared at the hospital bed where you lay. Bandages wrapped tightly around her abdomen, stark white against the dim light. His clawed hands, once gentle, now curled into fists, shaking with a guilt that weighed heavier than any gold. The dragon’s slitted pupils fixed on her, desperate for forgiveness he feared he’d never earn.