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the sun & the moon | qinterwatcher

Winter's heart belonged to two dragons.

He didn't know if any of their hearts belonged to him, but it seemed unlikely.

He fell for Moonwatcher as soon as he met her. She was quiet, soft, comforting, but somehow mysterious. He couldn't figure her out. He regarded her with wonder, just as he did to the moons she was named after.

To be next to her, to feel her scales next to his, it never made him physically uncomfortable. Moon's scales were warm, but not hot. At times they were cool, but not cold. She was stunning. But in a simple way. The silver glow of her teardrop scales, the mossy green tone of her shiny scales. Her dark green eyes, impossible to escape. She always wore pretty flowers from the rainforest. She never looked smug, or nasty, or mean like any other NightWing that resented IceWings.

Like the moons she was named after, Moonwatcher was soft yet dark, mysterious yet comforting. Winter couldn't get enough of the way she simply was.

He couldn't pinpoint when he fell for Qibli. It just happened, a chaotic, wild ride that made his heart jittery and finally the realization kicked in that he was in love with the SandWing. He was radiant, determined, charismatic, and oh so insufferably smart. 

When Winter had first met Qibli, his first thoughts were, Oh no. He's actually hot.

But he had never considered that he was in love with Qibli. No, not until Qibli had stared him in the eyes, shaking him harshly and telling him, promising him, that he was not allowed to give up. The ferocity of Qibli's determination had never left his mind. How he had thanked him for saving his life, all too genuine for the liking of Winter's tortured heart. How Qibli had done so many stupid ideas, all just to make Winter feel better. 

Winter may hate the warmth of the desert and the basking heat of the sun, but being next to Qibli, he no longer cared how uncomfortably hot his scales felt next to Qibli.

Embracing Qibli was like embracing the burning hot flames of the sun. He was as radiant and fiery as the sun, a furiously bright figure in his life. His scales were hot, hot, hot, and they made him sweat. Winter felt like he was melting around Qibli, peeling off his icy composure and revealing the tragic, love-starved soul below. He was helpless for his love.

Like the sun of the desert he was born in, Qibli was bright and fiery, his warmth was intoxicating. He was fiery, warm, comforting, and intoxicating. Winter couldn't get enough of him, from his very personality to the way he unraveled him.

Winter's heart belonged to two dragons.

Their hearts belonged to him, as well as each other.