He thought he was going to die. It had been a genuinely terrifying experience.
"Mm.. it was all a little blurry at the time. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't teleport. I could barely move. I remember thinking ah.. this is finally it. What a pathetic way to die. But once the fire crept into my body I begged whatever works magic I still possessed to spare my life. And the heat of the flames burnt the poison from my blood."
"I burst from the pyre.. and killed every last one of them."
One by one. Cedric last. Then he destroyed the soldier's camp and razed the entire village. Not one of his finer moments but they had all come to see him killed. So it felt fair.
"Then I fled over the border to fight with the Scots. I should have left the country.. or dimension, but I was angry. I wanted revenge on the English."
Well. Revenge he'd already got. More than was necessary. He was angry and he wanted to kill humans.
Ethan isn’t a vengeful person, isn’t a killer. If you break his heart, he’s more likely to send you a thank you card for the learning experience than he is to try to get revenge. But something in him boils at the story, has his hackles raised.
Ethan you are so soft and pure. He'll give you armour. Hard as diamond. He will protect you.
"My heart was still aching. I collected my books and left for France. It was no more peaceful but I was sick of the English and wanted some quiet. I've it a lovely little cottage surrounded by lavender. It's still there. I'll take you sometime if you like."
He needs it. He’s probably far, far too kind to be what he is. He was a mistake, it’s painfully obvious.
“That sounds really beautiful. I’ve never been to France. Never really been overseas... they’ve got some amazing conventions, though. Shame they’re all during the day.”
"Mmm." That whole speech he gave about if anyone ever found out they would come after him and probably kill him. How it wasn't that he didn't truth Ethan it's that someone to extract information form him somehow and the less he knew the better. There's reason to be suspect, plenty of it and Francis is a pretty wretched liar, but he's doing his best to guide the conversation away form the obvious.
Which he does by rolling to get on top of Ether and wriggle down to busy himself between his new husband's legs.
He’s absolutely suspect, Francis does not seem to have a lot of self preservation. He certainly has some questions, but they’re immediately set aside as Francis rolls them, pressing him into the mattress, Ethan barking out a laugh. By all means, yes please.
Preferably you won't have to kill him. Ethan has no intentions of betraying his husband, and all thoughts of dragons fly out of his head with Francis sucking his cock like that.
"Wow," he breathes, a hand sliding into his hair. "You're really good at this."
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"It was awful. I felt.. very powerless. Normally it would be nothing but Cedric had poisoned me. Ungrateful traitor that he was."
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Jesus, that’s fucking horrible.
“How did you get away?”
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"Mm.. it was all a little blurry at the time. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't teleport. I could barely move. I remember thinking ah.. this is finally it. What a pathetic way to die. But once the fire crept into my body I begged whatever works magic I still possessed to spare my life. And the heat of the flames burnt the poison from my blood."
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“I hope you killed him after all,” he says, face twisted in an angry frown. “What the hell. How’d you get away once the poison was gone?”
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One by one. Cedric last. Then he destroyed the soldier's camp and razed the entire village. Not one of his finer moments but they had all come to see him killed. So it felt fair.
"Then I fled over the border to fight with the Scots. I should have left the country.. or dimension, but I was angry. I wanted revenge on the English."
Well. Revenge he'd already got. More than was necessary. He was angry and he wanted to kill humans.
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“Good.”
Ethan isn’t a vengeful person, isn’t a killer. If you break his heart, he’s more likely to send you a thank you card for the learning experience than he is to try to get revenge. But something in him boils at the story, has his hackles raised.
“What did you do when the war was over?”
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"My heart was still aching. I collected my books and left for France. It was no more peaceful but I was sick of the English and wanted some quiet. I've it a lovely little cottage surrounded by lavender. It's still there. I'll take you sometime if you like."
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He needs it. He’s probably far, far too kind to be what he is. He was a mistake, it’s painfully obvious.
“That sounds really beautiful. I’ve never been to France. Never really been overseas... they’ve got some amazing conventions, though. Shame they’re all during the day.”
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He cards his fingers through Ethan's hair.
"We could go."
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“I’ll fit right in in Paris, I bet.”
He hasn’t been out much in daylight, though. Marcus ran a tight ship.
“You think I’d be okay? I don’t want to burst into flames.”
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Though he understands the fear.
"I could take us right now. Just say the word and I'll wisk you away."
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“What, right now, naked? In the middle of Paris?” He’s a little disbelieving, chuckling a little as he burrows close.
“What a scandal.”
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"Wrap you up in a sheet. Shield you under my wing as the sun sets"
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"Wing, huh?" He chuckles, elbowing him a little with a grin. "Are you the dragon?"
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"Wouldn't that be ever so convenient."
He pulls the covers up over them like a cave. Or wing. You choose.
"I wouldn't be able to tell you if I were."
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"It would be cool." He's starting to be sus, Francis. But, you know. It is kinda farfetched.
"The whole endangered thing?"
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Which he does by rolling to get on top of Ether and wriggle down to busy himself between his new husband's legs.
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He’s absolutely suspect, Francis does not seem to have a lot of self preservation. He certainly has some questions, but they’re immediately set aside as Francis rolls them, pressing him into the mattress, Ethan barking out a laugh. By all means, yes please.
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See this is why dragons die. They just can't help themselves.
How Francis manages to survive is a mystery.
Perhaps it's that his self preservation does eventually check in and he kills or flees.
He doesn't want to do either with Ethan but.. it's far too soon and it really is for the best.
So forget it while he sucks Ethan off, nice and slow and distracting. Maybe paw him open while he works.
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"Wow," he breathes, a hand sliding into his hair. "You're really good at this."
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He'll take his time but he wants to bring Ethan off with earth shattering, mindless honeymoon bliss. Swallow every last drop of venom laced seed.
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Got a kink for that venom, don’t you, Francis. Ethan’s isn’t nearly as strong as others, but it’s still there, thudding in your veins once swallowed.
He’ll cry your name, arching under that lovely mouth, flinders clenching the sheets as he comes, filling his husbands belly.
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Savouring every drop before pulling off and licking his lips.
"My love~" a question purred as he slinks up the length of Ethan's body for a kiss. He can feel that little buzz. It sets his blood alight.
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He groans a little, groping for him and shifting underneath him, hooking a leg around. Cmere. Slide home. He’s loose and easy.
“Uh huh,” he breathes, pushing fingers to twist in soft hair. “Right here.”
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Francis smiles and does exactly that, pressing himself against before nudging in. Already slicked. Don't think about it too hard.
Moaning nice and deep as he sinks home, capturing Ethan's lips before biting the bottom one and scraping his teeth along it.
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