Draconia Offline vol. 1

45.2. Celestial Desires - Part 2

"Your parents are coming this Friday but you could also sometimes invite your friends, you know," I tell him when he's washing my wings that evening.

My white feathers attract dirt like magnets ever since my wings got so big that I almost drag them behind me. There's barely a five-centimetre gap between the tips of my folded wings and the ground. I have to meticulously wash them at least once a week.

"You mean here?" he's taken aback by my proposition but keeps soaping my feathers. Regular wing maintenance is very time-consuming but, fortunately, Erik loves doing it.

"Why not? You can use one of the lounges," I suggest and moan because his handiwork is out of this world and my wings unbelievably sensitive. "They didn't turn their back to you, did they?"

"A few of them did," he admits sadly. "But most of them support me. I didn't have time to properly stay in touch but we text from time to time. I try to reply to their messages between meetings."

"So invite them," I repeat. "You should be with other humans more."

"Without you there?" he's making sure he understood right.

"Well, would they be able to relax if I was present?"

"No, but they're dying to meet the Celestial Emperor in person," he grins. "And I like boasting with my beautiful partner."

"Okay, you can introduce me but I'll leave after an hour," I give a condition. "I'm serious, Erik, you need to be among your kind. Do something normal for a change."

"You became my new normal," he kisses my wet shoulder. "But I guess you're right."

He washes the soap off my wings and I feel cold the moment I step out of the hot water. Erik quickly wraps himself into a towel and is reaching for a hair dryer but that always takes forever. I think I should be skilled enough to dry myself after yesterday's flight when I could finally practice air magic freely.

I envelope myself in a warm air current and sigh with relief. It's so pleasant! Like a giant hair dryer. Erik curiously steps closer and our skin gets dry almost immediately. Feathers take much longer but it's still just a fraction of time compared to hair dryers.

"Okay, this spell is actually very practical," he appreciates.

"And my other spells aren't?" I nudge him and flutter my nicely clean wings. They shine with whiteness and I feel so proud of them.

"The shield certainly is, I'm glad that you've mastered it. Otherwise, I'd be scared to let you fly again," Erik hugs me.

"Didn't I prove that I'm an excellent flier?" I raise my eyebrow.

"You know what I mean, Ryuu," he hugs me and his worries flood over. "It's extremely dangerous for you out there."

We stay like that for a while. Naked but not doing anything erotic. Just being together. And even though we're seemingly together almost all the time, for some reason it feels rare and precious.