In a world devastated by calamity, Yijun's journey begins when his entire village is inexplicably wiped out. Desperate for answers and protection, he scales the mountaintop to seek aid from the legendary dragons. What he finds there is beyond his wi...
It is night when they finally stop walking. Yijun dares not let his breath sound his fatigue, much less speak, else the dragon will shoo him away. The dragon steps down in the soft grass to the side to the little creak flowing by. Its crystal-clear water glistens under the moonlight passing through the canopy, revealing a bed of smooth pebbles and polished stones of various colors. The gentle babble of the creek creates a soothing symphony, blending harmoniously with the rustle of leaves and the soft hoot of owls in the distance. Occasionally, small fish dart through the shallow pools, their silvery scales flashing in the light.
He steps into the water, and submerges himself to the waist. He looks around and spots a pile of rocks. He rests his back on the stones, and finding a comfortable position, with his back to the stones and the water reaching his chest, he closes his eyes, seemingly asleep.
Throughout all this, Yijun dares not breathe a word. He stands silently in the shadows of the trees, watching the dragon settle himself in the creek. When the dragon's breath evens out, seemingly in sleep, his limbs relax. Apparently, dragons don't mind being wet, he says to himself.
Well, dragons usually bring rain so why would they mind being wet? he thought.
He rubs his hands together. His fingers feel cold and his feet are tired and sore. His skin feels tight on his face and stings as he moves it. He looks around at the dark forest, with the only sounds the chirping of crickets. It seems safe enough for animals to be speaking as apparently, this is where the dragon thinks suitable as a camp. He looks around him for a place to sleep, something comfortable and yet have a clear view of the dragon. He settles for a shelter of a big rock at the other side of the pool while still in view of the dragon. He sits on the ground, makes a fire from the branches and leaves nearby and huddles, his eyes on the man floating on the water.
It is difficult for him to fall asleep, with the cold and the need to watch for the dragon, and he wakes up with starts, a pounding beat in his chest, as he looks for the dragon. The dragon is still at his spot, his eyes closed in sleep, more comfortable than he is. Yijun watches him a little longer, taking the opportunity to marvel at the perfection of the dragon's side profile in the moonlight. His brows are strong yet elegant like bamboo leaves and long lashes brush his cheeks as soft as a butterfly's wings. His nose is straight and narrow, proud and imposing as a mountain and he has lips that are soft and pink like a peony petal. His head is slightly tilted above the water, making his silver hair cascade from his head to his shoulders like liquid moonlight. His long neck is as beautiful as a jade carving, and a little above his collar peeks a few small black veins. Below, his silk robes hangs on his body like ink, and with his fair hair mixing in the water, it seems like clouds moving over a dark night.
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Above the water, his wet robes clung to every curve of his body, muscled yet lithe. Yijun unconsciously trace every line then jerks as he realizes what he is doing. He feels heat over his cheeks and his mouth go dry. He rubs his hands over his arms and looks away, fearful that he may wake up the dragon with his stare and incur his wrath.
