Ritter Fragment
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kiyoshi_chan. There's more to be written on it, but I'm not comfortable writing anything more descriptive at work.
Ritter had gotten use to waking up in strange beds a long time ago. It came with being a knight. When on the road, you never knew whether you'd be staying at an inn, the mayor's house, a stable, barracks, or a convenient clearing in the forest. He'd picked up the soldier's habit of sleeping whenever and wherever he could and so it never surprised him when he woke up somewhere he didn't quite remember falling asleep at.
After he was no longer a knight, Ritter had gotten use to waking up in strange beds with strange people. Alysa had been neither the first or - thank all that was Holy - the last to warm his bed. He'd favored women with their soft curves and wicked tongues, but men weren't unknown. Lately he'd found himself sharing a bed with a certain green eyes healer who just happened to be a dragon.
He'd once told Aavon that it was bad enough dealing with angry, jealous women, he sure didn't want to deal with a angry, jealous dragon. Aavon had rolled his eyes. Ritter had only been half-joking. Not joking because he seriously didn't want to deal with a angry dragon. Joking because Ritter found he didn't have the urge to do anything to make Aavon jealous. Six months they'd been together and Ritter hadn't so much as stolen a kiss from anyone else.
He liked the healer's quiet nature. He liked the way it took time and effort on his part to get Aavon to laugh, and how he felt that even now his time and effort were worth it. He liked it that Aavon took his teasing in stride and would tease back. He liked that he was a person, a special person, but just a person in Aavon's eyes. Not a former knight or a disgrace or an oathbreaker. The only thing that bothered Ritter was when he woke up and found that Aavon had shifted forms in his sleep.
Like now.
Ritter took a deep breath and then another. There were scales were touching his skin, cool and smooth and unexpected. Somehow Aavon had managed to coil completely around him without waking him. Ritter had never been able to figure out how the dragon did that. He also hadn't figured why there always seemed to be more of Aavon when this happened. The dragon wasn't that big. He shouldn't have that much neck and tail to twine around him.
He supposed he should just be glad that while Aavon kicked in his sleep as a human, he didn't as a dragon. Being disemboweled by his lover in his sleep would be the absolute most humiliating way to die. Small comfort when your boyfriend's tail was coiled that high up your thigh.
The cut text is actually a couple of lines that didn't quite make it into the story, but summarized what was happening pretty well. XD
kiyoshi_chan. There's more to be written on it, but I'm not comfortable writing anything more descriptive at work.Ritter had gotten use to waking up in strange beds a long time ago. It came with being a knight. When on the road, you never knew whether you'd be staying at an inn, the mayor's house, a stable, barracks, or a convenient clearing in the forest. He'd picked up the soldier's habit of sleeping whenever and wherever he could and so it never surprised him when he woke up somewhere he didn't quite remember falling asleep at.
After he was no longer a knight, Ritter had gotten use to waking up in strange beds with strange people. Alysa had been neither the first or - thank all that was Holy - the last to warm his bed. He'd favored women with their soft curves and wicked tongues, but men weren't unknown. Lately he'd found himself sharing a bed with a certain green eyes healer who just happened to be a dragon.
He'd once told Aavon that it was bad enough dealing with angry, jealous women, he sure didn't want to deal with a angry, jealous dragon. Aavon had rolled his eyes. Ritter had only been half-joking. Not joking because he seriously didn't want to deal with a angry dragon. Joking because Ritter found he didn't have the urge to do anything to make Aavon jealous. Six months they'd been together and Ritter hadn't so much as stolen a kiss from anyone else.
He liked the healer's quiet nature. He liked the way it took time and effort on his part to get Aavon to laugh, and how he felt that even now his time and effort were worth it. He liked it that Aavon took his teasing in stride and would tease back. He liked that he was a person, a special person, but just a person in Aavon's eyes. Not a former knight or a disgrace or an oathbreaker. The only thing that bothered Ritter was when he woke up and found that Aavon had shifted forms in his sleep.
Like now.
Ritter took a deep breath and then another. There were scales were touching his skin, cool and smooth and unexpected. Somehow Aavon had managed to coil completely around him without waking him. Ritter had never been able to figure out how the dragon did that. He also hadn't figured why there always seemed to be more of Aavon when this happened. The dragon wasn't that big. He shouldn't have that much neck and tail to twine around him.
He supposed he should just be glad that while Aavon kicked in his sleep as a human, he didn't as a dragon. Being disemboweled by his lover in his sleep would be the absolute most humiliating way to die. Small comfort when your boyfriend's tail was coiled that high up your thigh.
The cut text is actually a couple of lines that didn't quite make it into the story, but summarized what was happening pretty well. XD
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Date: 11/19/07 07:06 pm (UTC)So sweet that he is happy with Aavon, and just Aavon. *melts*
*looks forward to the more* ^_____^
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Date: 11/19/07 07:08 pm (UTC)*sips tea and smiles*
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Date: 11/19/07 07:59 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 11/19/07 08:30 pm (UTC)I know this is just a drabble of sorts, but you missed the "the" in "He liked the healer's quiet nature."
Oooo--This is after the thick of the action from the story about the dragon hunter who, for some unexplainable reason, stopped slaying after one mission, right? In that case, I can't wait to read about his and Aavon's meeting. Though I will. Wait, that is. XD
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Date: 11/19/07 08:39 pm (UTC)Ah! Thank you for pointing out the typo. It is fixed.
Actually, I think this might become part of the sequel to that story (you know, if I ever finish the story *grumbles*). I need to at least get to the part where you meet Aavon in the story so that people know who the heck I'm talking about.
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Date: 11/20/07 08:43 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 11/20/07 04:25 pm (UTC)Lately he'd found himself sharing a bed with a certain green eyes healer who just happened to be a dragon.
"eyed"?
Also heh, I never knew who Ritter was supposed to end up with, but eeeeee, so much love. ♥
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Date: 11/24/07 01:22 pm (UTC)Especially how he liked being 'just a person' in Aavon's eyes. And the last sentence.
Perhaps Dragons belong to Phylum Annelida? Like Earthworms. They can stretch like springs or something.
And thus the mystery of Aavon's increasing length is explained.