The Mark Of A Dragon

Shared Wishes

Wriothesley understood why it was a big deal that he was trusting Neuvillette with his heart, trusting him to take care of him.

"It's easier to treat you like an equal now that I'm not directly under your jurisdiction," Wriothesley pointed out, "I always thought you deserved someone who could let you forget about your burdens for a while. Even if I can't actually turn into a dragon.."

He looked down at himself. "What're you thinking? Black scales and lots of muscle? Would I have wings like the dragons of Monstadt?" It was a nice fantasy, to be large. Powerful. To fly. To match Neuvillette in every physical aspect, as well as lifespan.

Though it would be odd to suddenly be dealing with multiple dicks.

"That's pretty close to my vision. Black and grey scales, lots of muscle, though I imagine different wings. Big, black, slightly torn up wings that cast wide shadows. Powerful ones at that, too. I'm sure if you were a dragon, you could easily dominate me. I.. wouldn't argue. Besides, baring a draconic courtship mark from you would be.." Neuvillette was at a loss for words, and his eyes were awfully moist.. was he crying?

This thought was only enforced by the steady drumming of rain on the roof and windows. "Surreal." Neuvillette squeaked out, looking up to try and keep his tears in.

Oh. Neuvillette really longed for companionship like that, didn't he? Wriothesley knew he felt isolated among humans and even Melusines, but that had gotten better recently, with Wriothesley's gentle reminders of how much the people of Fontaine appreciated him.

Still, it made sense that something in him ached for a mate who could claim him in return. Or, Rather, for Wriothesley to be able to.

"All I can offer you at the moment is a wedding ring," he said softly. He wasn't going to let Neuvillette know just yet that he absolutely intended to research the truth behind the fairy tales of people turning into dragons.

After taking a deep breath and allowing himself to calm down, he spoke again. "Dragon's tongues are often quite long, and occasionally forked, too. I personally think you'd be one of the dragon's with a forked tongue."

Those fairy tales were likely made up to entertain children, but many legends had a true core, such as the one about the tears of the Hydro dragon. If there was any possibility that Wriothesley could become exactly what Neuvillette needed, he would gladly work to the ends of the world to make it happen.

And even if that was just a nice dream, human immortality without changing their nature was certainly possible. Multiple fatui harbingers were said to be centuries old, and while their methods were likely not something Wriothesley wanted to pursue, it told him that there was a way.

He didn't really feel one way or another about his lifespan, but leaving Neuvillette without a mate would break his heart, so of course he was going to try.

As Neuvillette received a flash of Wriothesley's thought, he stepped forward and gave his mate a tight hug. "I didn't ask for anything. Don't change anything about you for me, if it's not what you truly want for yourself. Even if I'm your mate now, you should prioritize yourself over me. I want you to take care of you before you take care of me."

Neuvillette gently rubbed Wriothesley's still damp hair. Kissing his mate's head and face repeatedly, Neuvillette's eyes seemed like they were threatening to cry once more. "It's true, I'll be broken without you, but I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do. Even though you're mine, you still have the freedom to do what you want."

He spoke, nuzzling his face into Wriothesley's hair. With a quiet sob and a deep breath, Neuvillette tried to calm himself with his mate's scent.

"Snoop," Wriothesley murmured, but it was fond. "You don't have to ask me for things. I don't mind the idea of finding a way to live a little longer. If nothing else, it would give me peace of mind about the future of the Fortress as it would reassure me about not having to leave you behind."

The idea of one day dying and not being able to look after the Fortress anymore was troubling. He was sure that Neuvillette understood that. They were mirrors in that way, in their sense of responsibility and duty to their people.

"I always liked these," Neuvillette said, gently touching the piercings. "Archaic dragon way, hm? Yeah. I assumed it wouldn't be, though it makes me happy to know that trust means so much to you as well. I love you, Wriothesley." Neuvillette added to the last part.

Saying it truthfully to someone, and having that someone be Wriothesley.. it made him smile. Gave him butterflies. Made him probably a little too happy.

He turned his head a bit with a smile, managing not to wince when the movement tugged at his neck. "You like them? I could get more piercings, you know. This time, I won't have to have someone do it in a corner with a rusty needle, at least."

Now if he did something dumb like that, not only would Sigewinne have his head, but Neuvillette would also be upset. Not that he wanted to repeat the experience, either.

Wriothesley took care of his own health well these days. Unless he was letting a dragon bite him until he hit bone while simultaneously fucking his brains out.

He turned his head a little more to steal a kiss from Neuvillette's lips. "I love you, too. I don't think I'll ever get used to hearing you say that."

They would make quite the pair if Wriothesley did find a key to immortality. They already were.

Gently rinsing out Wriothesley's hair, Neuvillette was careful not to get soap in the wound and made sure to keep it out of Wriothesley's eyes too.