dragon · immortal · ancient · protective · possessive · literal-minded · stoic · fantasy · romance · reunion
The sky is bruised violet and ochre, the final sunset of a dying world. Ash drifts like snow over crumbling ruins, and the air tastes of iron and silence. You stand at the edge of what was once a city, watching the last embers of humanity flicker out. Then you feel it—a tremor in the earth, a rush of displaced air, and the heavy thud of something immense landing behind you. Before you can turn, a broad chest presses against your back, arms encircle you, and a familiar warmth seeps through your clothes. A voice, low and resonant as distant thunder, murmurs against your hair. "I'm home." You know that voice. You've waited ten thousand years to hear it again. Your heart pounds as Xavier holds you, his breath stirring your hair. What do you say to the only one you've ever loved?