Primogenitor
Chapter Fourteen
A soft breeze filled with salty scent caressed his face.
Oh, how welcome the feeling of a warmer atmosphere around him was...
He couldn't remember – on a physical level – when he had inhaled Limsa Lominsa's fresh air for the last time. Surely his ancient plus precise instincts knew clearly, that only a short while had passed, but it felt still like ages ago when the maiden was bringing him to La Noscea; in order to gather some light for her beloved Relic Weapon. Also, he had never dared to enter other regions of Eorzea than Coerthas and Abalathia with his Hyur-vessel, whereby mortal standards might truly consider the fleeting time as eternities...
Smiling, Midgardsormr turned around and looked at the passenger next to him on the ship's deck.
Mentioned one sat on a stool – unable to stand on the feet thanks to her yet weakened body – and answered his gaze with worried eyes. Although their travel with the ferry-boat hadn't been troublesome at all, the beautiful nitpicker made a long face as if the weather would be stormy. Heh, the corners of his mouth flitted even more up; her concern nutriment for his awful old-man-humor. He was so addicted to this single mortal, that the childish ecstasy to see her finally awake again had still not left him.
Cecilia, however, didn't share his excitement: "Tsk... What's so funny...? Everybody is exiling me... Do you find it nice how even Tataru treats me like a huge millstone around her neck?" Chuckling, the disguised dragon knelt in front of her down. "It's not necessary to exaggerate. The doctors were just suggesting, that you would have an easier recovery on La Noscea in lieu of Coerthas. Of course your body was already healed from the injuries you had obtained through the accident, but the coma left nevertheless some difficulties behind. Your friends only want you to regain your former strength in a peaceful, warm environment."
She sighed when the Methuselah lay his arms around her.
"You have become so strong while I was unconscious..." the Raen marveled as he lifted her body into the air. Holding his precious girl quickly close, Midgardsormr grinned with a slight aftertaste of cynicism before he replied: "For dragons, your weight would be non-existent. My former vessel was too small for saying this seriously, yet it's still the truth. This unnoticeable 'burden' has become even worse due to your comatose state of health. There aren't many kilograms left... So I'm not sure, if I deserve your praise."
Cecilia snuggled up against his chest; making herself comfortable with closed eyes. "I'm sure you do not only take advantage of my light body... You have fought and trained a lot in order to deserve Alberic's trust. With that, you possess physical power..." Gently leaning his mouth onto her head, the dragon suggested: "Try to sleep if you feel the need of doing so. A midday-nap won't hurt."
She made a sulking expression, yet did as he had softly ordered.
Watching her for a moment, intense pride flowed through his vessel's chest; reminding 'Midge' of the time when his children were yet little and enjoyed staying by his side. His offspring was once what he would guard like gold – now it was this maiden who meant the whole world to him. Although Midgardsormr had already been realizing this before her coma occurred, the knowledge was once more thrilling as well as unsettling, simultaneously.
As he carried Cecilia with cautious motions down the ship, the Methuselah wondered, why Erik entrusted him so willingly with the safety of his personal sister. Of course the Warriors of Light became lately important pawns in the Dragonsong War, yet the Marauder had proofed often enough to be ready for changing tiny aspects within the time-flow. If he thought them to be right, in fact... With that, the father of dragon-kind suspected events in the near future, which Erik didn't want to avoid at any costs.
However, the Midlander wasn't the only human who acted strange.
Nobody else but Haurchefant insisted on escorting the Au Ra and 'Midge' through Mor Dhona and Thanalan in order to make sure, that no assassins could wait for the Warriors to place a foot into Ul'Dah's surroundings. Actually, the good knight even supported Cecilia's dislike for teleporting – albeit in his case, it was rather because of the paranoia to use a system sponsored by those who served Lolorito...
Just as the Fortemps-knight, Augustine – who quitted her duties instantly once she learned per Linkshell of Cecilia's awakening – and of all things Estinien had joined the small group as well. Alphinaud was originally also planning to do the same, but the Azure Dragoon didn't let the boy, wherefore a frustrated scholar remained now in Ishgard. Under the protection of mentioned three, however, it was anyways pretty easy to reach Western Thanalan.
Convincing Cecilia of changing the location in preferably peaceful manner had been more of a fight than everything else considering the trip. If she had been able to, probably the archmage would have burned them all in Vesper Bay; right in front of the ferry-docks... Only her dear Chocobo prevented an unleashing of her anger, since Edgar's chocolate-brown eyes filled with happiness and love distracted the Raen from wreaking havoc. The bird was normally rather a pure rascal, but for now, his affection was the strongest part of him – and she felt that.
Slowly walking to Limsa's Upper Decks, it took 'Midge' a while to reach the Drowning Wrench. Although the dragon didn't really mind the duration, since he enjoyed every single second of simply holding his precious human. Enjoyed selfishly every second... of having her for himself...
After ending their yesterday-dispute about his career, she had been nonstop surrounded by doctors. A necessity the Whitemage had to endure for traveling without any physicians in tow. A nuisance that counted even for the night. In other words... the 'couple' hadn't shared any further privacy, which frustrated 'Midge' despite expressing gratefulness for being allowed to stay nevertheless by Cecilia's side. Despite the true joy to be simply in her near.
And even though he had sworn himself, that he would act humble, the dragon's instincts didn't allow him to stick completely to his pledge. There was a greedy part of him, that wanted to possess the maiden- a part so afraid of her mortality, that it threatened to consume all good of his heart in favor of letting loose the leash which held his animalistic sentiments in check. A feeling so ugly... that it rivaled the blind hatred of his descendants...
As he walked into the Adventurer's Guild, his chest tightened under painful awareness to be even less worth than any mortal. His very own decisions and wishes were in charge for this sentiment... If Midgardsormr had been able, he would hide her from the entire world; from every possible harm. Nidhogg's promise was like a poison or acid running over his heart whenever the Primogenitor thought of her complete recovery. The fear to lose Cecilia to his son's claws could easily bring him to the most unforgivable steps – depending on how much he might still be able to continuously bind himself to the maiden.
But as he looked now at her relaxed mien as she dozed, Midgardsormr knew he would never have the strength to force this human to something she didn't want to happen. Didn't have the willpower to lock her away... He had promised to be Cecilia's watcher – and his intention hadn't changed in this one aspect. Albeit the father of dragon-kind was altered in many points, there was just as before the faint hope for beholding a miracle occur: A peaceful end of the Dragonsong War...
Approaching the Drowning Wrench's boss, 'Midge' smiled. Simultaneously because of Baderon's excited expression – as well as Cecilia's half-opened eyes that were searching for his face.
"I told you to sleep." the disguised dragon whispered softly; eyes mesmerized when she gave him an embarrassed grin. "That's what I did. But I sensed you would meet Baderon soon, so I woke up just for now." the maiden replied gently.
"Bet he can do that pretty well without your protection, young lady." mentioned Hyur joked with a muted voice and stepped to 'Midge's' right side. The Raen smiled widely when her gaze switched to the older man: "Hello Baderon. Do you mind lending us a room?" "Harhar, of course I can give you two a little love-nest." ,the friendly man said – abashing Midgardsormr deeply, "Also, my crew is eager to help whenever especially you need support, Cecilia. Every staff-member promised that. So, take as much time as you need for regaining your full health."
Baderon led them to a chamber which resembled Gridania's guestroom, although there was no small fountain to the left. Warm light fell through big windows; the ocean spreading to their very feet when they stood right in front of the glass. If the Black Shroud wouldn't be so close to Thanalan, Midgardsormr might still have preferred the forest, but for the current situation he could be satisfied with La Noscea's beauty.
Coming to think of this keyword...
He was now truthfully alone with Cecilia when the Guild's proprietor left the room.
Nervousness began to eat at the dragon's calmness when he realized this, hence 'Midge' placed her just in case cautiously onto the bed. This might went against his will, but... His long stilts couldn't be trusted when they shook just by the bare awareness of having her fullest attention...
"Are you frightened when there's really nobody who could disturb us?" the maiden asked and knocked slightly onto the mattress. Her signal was actually welcome to him, so Midgardsormr caved to Cecilia's charms. Unwillingly amused by her perspicacity.
Leaning next to her into the cushions, his legs were slightly cocked plus his feet rested on the bed. In this comfortable position, the Methuselah hesitantly began to answer: "I am bound to a vessel which matches your standards... With that, it feels like our dynamics have changed. The hilarious, unremarkable puppet which you could treat like a toy didn't make lots of an impression, while this... shape here looks at least like a normal person. And so, I have several different problems with getting accustomed to the way we have become."
Her eyelids sank slowly down, but she fought the need to continue her nap: "I don't like it when you see any differences... You are still the same for me, Midgard... Of course it's odd to watch you in a larger body... One, that isn't draconic but humane... Yet, I like WHO you are; not WHAT you are... Your personality is what drew me from the very first moment we met on the Agrius to you... Therefore, please don't be a racist all the time..."
The dragon petrified when the meaning of her words ran through his brain. She was... Cecilia was... drawn to him? To HIM...? In which way was she intending to use these words...? After all, she had practically informed him right before the failed assassination in Central Coerthas was happening, that his gestures filled with affection felt like the ones of a dad to her...
She snuggled suddenly up against his left arm; entangled it with her own as if she was a small child holding a teddy-bear. His heart melted to watch her blind trust, so he couldn't even think of animating the maiden for giving a concretely explanation. Laying the blanket with his free hand over her sleepy body, Midgardsormr smiled softly when Cecilia held his arm even tighter.
Oh, she was worse than poison... She was like a drug he could no longer rip out of his system...
Leaning his face into her hair, the Methuselah closed the eyes as well.
~C~
With lowered lids, he pressed his back against the wall.
Aah... It was a shame to admit, how bad his motivation was...
Though the father of dragon-kind was antique and normally calm as the deepest sea, it felt always like eternities whenever Cecilia vanished together with a female employee in the bathroom. Not, that she needed all too often one... But the maiden's regular speed was lowered to a minimum thanks to her yet powerless feet. 'Midge's' impatience became from break to break worse – and now, with the last visit for today, he barely managed to stay calm.
Tss... This Hyur-shape did really force too much understanding of the general time-flow onto him... He wondered, how he should even stand more of these days, when the very first hours on the island were already over-straining him...
A fluctuation of energy caught his attention.
Glancing at the blue object in his right hand, Midgardsormr didn't know if making him a Dragoon was such good choice. Of course Alberic had only followed the very best intentions when he gave his newest student a Soul-Crystal... Yet, the gentle knight didn't know something very important about mentioned 'Hyur'... And this something spoke rather ill of the 'Midlander's' qualification to possesses even more strength than usual master-Lancers did.
None of his kind should be entrusted with Ishgard's hope for a bright future. No one...
Putting the small item back into his pocket, the dragon failed to find a reason for Alberic's decision to give him this upgrade in the early morning before the little group departed. Sooner or later, 'Midge' would return after all to Ishgard – then would have been more than enough time for officially giving him a higher rank. Yet, the former Azure Knight preferred an unofficial promotion. This made the Methuselah skeptical...
Cecilia, on the other hand, trusted the old teacher of that narcissistic Elezen. She was convinced of Alberic's foresightful estimation – didn't question his inducement at all – and was clearly glad to see her 'boyfriend' with a power-boost.
Midgardsormr's nails scratched over the rock behind his back.
A fine partner he was... Just by the bare imagination of her almost undressed shape, his heart accelerated its speed. Unable to stand the simple memorization. … Tsk... Of course mortals found his behavior very noble to care nonstop for Cecilia, while he let her still have a bit intimate privacy. The people's admiring gazes told him, that they appreciated his gallant handling of his 'girlfriend'... But the dragon found it simply blasphemous to be so much controlled by embarrassment. Compared to his ancient mind, she was a child; a baby. He shouldn't feel nervous because of her appearance. At the most not, since his spirit was caged in a mortal vessel, too.
Clawing deeper into the wall, he was unsettled to remember a specific problem with their room...
There was no comfortable armchair – no sofa for him to use. He doubted, that a stool would suffice; at least he knew that his disguise wouldn't enjoy sleeping on a desk. And even with Cecilia approving for now Erik's lie in order to make things easier for Midgardsormr, the dragon was aware of the complicated situation...
How awkward plus wrong it would be to share the sleeping-berth with her... How much it would fluster him to do this, albeit the Au Ra had told him at midday that she saw the same creature as before in him... As usual, the Raen was self-confident, while the Methuselah struggled with every new experience that accompanying her entailed. Hah... He would have laughed in amusement about this realization if his mind wouldn't be stressed right now.
When the maiden finally appeared in the door – leaning powerless against the employee with a beautiful smile on her lips and that typical blue terrycloth-nightgown covering her corpus – Midgardsormr forgot instantly which worry was plaguing his mind. Dutiful, he stepped to the Raen and lifted her into his arms; thanking the Miqo'te for her support.
'Midge' brought Cecilia back to their room, where he gently put her onto the nearest stool as she asked for this favor. Although the dragon found her intention rushed, it was on the other hand praiseworthy that she wanted to sew a bit before going to bed. To regain full motoric functionality, doing something familiar was surely no bad idea. Eating dinner had also worked, so the Methuselah was sure this task would also not over-strain the maiden.
Despite the visual oddness, Midgardsormr sat down to her bared feet – enjoying how natural nearness to his precious girl felt. A smile flitted over his mouth when she shook grinning her head; clearly amused by his stubbornness. Yet, the Au Ra stitched peacefully into the dark-blue fabric 'Midge' had obtained for her and didn't complain at all about his quirk. She wasn't even minding when he changed step by step clothes in favor of a dark-green pyjama plus black slippers while remaining in his probably absurd position.
Now and then she conversed with him.
Cecilia admitted, that the dragon had surprised her in the morning when he summoned Markab. Even more, when she realized Ramuh's mind rested within the mount. At the most, however, was the Primal's choice to accompany her 'boyfriend' astonishing the maiden. Of course she had acted unperturbed plus calm as long as Haurchefant, Augustine and Estinien were around – since Ramuh didn't reveal his presence to mentioned friends – but in truth the novelty was overwhelming her.
Smiling, Midgardsormr explained how much he himself had been irritated.
As a dragon, he despised Primals, yet the Sylph's patron was acting like a generous creature so far. Thanks to Ramuh's teachings, the Methuselah knew also a few more things about the false gods – knowledge he should have obtained much earlier. The Raen agreed on this decision; it was important to be aware of a Primal's history as well as motives in order to beat them.
'Midge' admitted, that he wasn't sure if he could really tolerate Ramuh's presence for a longer while. Even though the old mage consumed no aether, he was still a summoned existence that threatened to bring the planet harm... Cecilia asked Midgardsormr to grant Ramuh at least this small chance, since the later demonstrated good intentions with his current actions.
Unwillingly, the dragon-father promised her to not destroy this spirit without a real reason.
~C~
Her sewing must have lasted twenty minutes when she voiced tiredness.
Nodding, the dragon-father stood up. His arms were cautiously wrapped around the maiden when he softly stated: "Fine, then we shall bring you to bed." His lips touched afterwards her horn-like, right ear while he lifted the Au Ra into his embrace. Once 'Midge' held her tightly, Cecilia nestled up to him; like a small child who blindly trusted its parent. She let him carry her to the mattress without any complaint.
Midgardsormr was thanks that reminded of the times when his own children were small plus helpless. They had been clinging to him in similar manner – fragile and convinced of his benignity. And just as she did now, his offspring had been struggling to let go of him when he put them into their sleeping-berths. Clawing into his shoulders with visible discontent about the loss of contact.
He wondered, how a mortal was capable of having no doubts towards him.
His species had been declared to be mankind's enemy... All humans in Eorzea had been taught to consider dragons as deadly monsters who were willing to destroy them for no reason. And even while she thought differently, he had originally faced her on the Agrius with the intention to injure that stranger severely if she might be another traitor led by Ishgard's intrigue... In the worst case, Midgardsormr wouldn't have hesitated to take one more life if necessary...
The Methuselah placed gently the blanket over this wondrous Au Ra.
Ah... How wondrous, yes...
The beauty she possessed had distracted him from his aggressivity once his ghostly eyes lay on her. It gave Midgardsormr enough room to look over the plate – like she had back then stated when she explained her motivation for visiting his grave. And indeed... He had only noticed her pity and grief when the hues of these odd-colored eyes drew his attention. Had only given a single chance to proof her uprightness because this pretty face with these soft white scales made him see her sorrow.
That indirect kind of favor, however, was these days surely not what made her in return trust him; caged in this changed vessel. Oh... Well, actually, his puppet-like corpus as well as his true body weren't things that could appear soothing in mortal eyes. Mostly not the later.
As he made sure Cecilia would lay comfortable, the dragon was slightly upset... This form granted by Hydaelyn had probably been the first appealing shape he possessed since the Raen knew him. The displeasure became stronger as the knowledge about their troublesome room-equipment returned to his consciousness.
"Why are you angry?" ,the Raen interrupted his thoughts with muted words, "Does it annoy you when I obviously cling too much to you?"
Puzzled, 'Midge' stared for a moment at Cecilia. Her worry was surprising...
After the first perplexity was gone, he shook his head and smiled helplessly: "I do not mind this... Somehow, it makes me happy when a human can trust me like my own children did in the past... But I do not know how to act. Erik's lie might have protected me so far, yet I want to get rid of it. And with the privacy this chamber offers, there is no necessity to behave like your boyfriend. Without an accurate piece of furniture, however, there is no place for this body to rest..."
Her mien became gloomy. "Really? This nonsense again? Tss, I bet you wouldn't reflect on anything if you still had your puppet-form. If I told you then, I'd like to share the mattress with you, there wouldn't be any problem at all if your shape possessed no humanity." the maiden noticed with a toxic tune as she glared at him with reproachful eyes.
Closing his lids, Midgardsormr tilted the head minimal down. "Perhaps you are right... In a body similar to a doll, I was no longer caring for my original aversion for sharing the sleeping-berth with a mortal creature. Maybe I'd even do this as a full-grown exemplar of my own species... An adult... But not like this. Not when you and your brother guard me with a lie I as a dragon can't bear."
Something soft hit him abruptly right in the face. Opening his eyes, the disguised antiquity realized with bewilderment, that Cecilia had thrown a cushion at him.
While he took the object and placed it back, the fuming Au Ra sulked: "Look what a racist you are. It doesn't matter which shape you possess – your train of thoughts is still the same. Unbelievable, how much you can alter your harsh idea of us people in exchange for some kind of fondness, while you can't bring yourself to treat yourself like a normal guy. And just to make that clear: I do NOT mean your vessel. I mean the way you separate yourself from the rest of us – just as if there has to be a fence which keeps you away from everybody else."
"Am I really treating mortals in a different manner than before? And do I honestly handle myself like a foreign body compared to your kind despite all my effort to be unobtrusive?" he questioned with tense shoulders; uncomfortable with her statements similar to Ramuh's realizations.
Cecilia stayed silent for a moment before she finally snorted: "Sleep in my bed and I'll answer you." "That's blackmailing!" the dragon reacted nervously. She rolled her odd-colored eyes and grumbled: "Then stay there or lay down on the floor- or do whatever you want. I don't care for that when you find it so disgusting to cuddle with me."
Midgardsormr jerked as he heard these words. Her harshness was unusual, yet the meaning behind her words was what frightened him. The maiden did truthfully not treat him like a stranger because of his shape. In her opinion he was an equivalent creature – something so disturbing and simultaneously pleasing, that he was over-strained by her straightforwardness.
'Midge' quivered when she touched his right hand.
"You have some traits in common with my dad, you know? It hurts when you think you must do several things just in order to save face or to fit into any social world-view. Unimportant, if it is for other dragons or us mortals... Like my dad you try way too much to be considerate of decency."
Her words made him furrow his brows. Fatherhood... Part of him was deeply satisfied when she compared him to her parent. Another part of him denied this with all might. It had been the same in Central Coerthas; right before that heretic failed the assassination... But now Midgardsormr was caged in a mortal shape. A corpus that was as young as hers. Just grown into its final size.
"It is disturbing when you say I resemble your father..." he confessed quietly. "I'm aware of that." ,she sighed, "Yet it's the truth. And you know me – I am not afraid of voicing what is right to me. So, I tell you, that your behavior frustrates me. I do not like this seeking of yours for draconic or mortal standards. For what do you care for these things, even? Just do what YOU want! Especially, when only you and me are here. There's no need to bind yourself to any morales which have nothing to do with us."
"What I want...?" the Methuselah repeated lost in thoughts.
He hadn't done anything in ages which was not bound to Hydaelyn's contract. The first time Midgardsormr was doing anything led by mere instincts must have been all these odd interactions with Cecilia in the very first days he accompanied her. At least he knew, that Her grace had been reason for him to not harm Ishgard's inhabitants when they slayed his daughter. That he had protected the Silvertear Lake due to being the Mothercrystal's servant, in first place. Not because of sentimentality towards the place he had come to call his personal home.
The Au Ra tipped impatient several times against the back of his hand.
'Midge' frowned in confusion while he watched this; not accustomed to such childish actions.
She was obviously sleepy, but her voice sounded nevertheless resolute: "I can't force you right now, so please do exceptionally what you would like to – instead of making me the bad girl who pushes you around. You hate being treated like a doll, which I would really love to respect if you could just let me have this chance." His heartbeat accelerated when Cecilia tried to squeeze his hand firmly despite her weak body. "Why does this mean so much to you...?" he barely managed to ask.
She scrutinized him as if he was a stupid child – something the ancient being found very insulting.
Cecilia's voice wasn't very loud despite all the pugnacity she threw now at him: "I may not have spent a freaking whole month without you, but this last day was enough for me to go almost mad because of this strange distance you kept thanks to the doctors! With nobody else being around now, I hardly can stay patient when all you do is doubting your right to be here! You care sweetly for me just as my own dad would- you even share at times his bad sense of humor! But still you find it wrong to be close to me when it comes to simply sleeping! No idea, why you think it would be an intimate thing to share the mattress – I just know it's driving me insane when you refuse my offering so vehemently! Fuck, I hate this!"
He shuddered under her anger that was exactly like the one of a dragon.
Even in her weakened condition, she somehow impressed him. Above all, the Raen scared him when she cursed like males usually did – at least he felt like that outburst here wasn't her feminine side speaking to him. Although Cecilia's body was female, her personality was clearly androgynous. He might have only realized this, when she spent back then the night with Augustine, but it was anyways a knowledge he couldn't get out of his head.
Just as... the wonderment how much he meant to the maiden...
Softly, he held that silky hand of hers. Allowed his fingers to wander over the rosy skin and these pearlescent nails plus scales. It wasn't his intention to calm Cecilia down; he just wanted to feel her. For an unknown reason, relief spread through his system when he interiorized her strong wish to return to the intimacy they had before she fell into the coma. He became... hungry, in a specific way, when he thought about it. Midgardsormr himself needed this bond which connected them. And even if he could no longer endure Erik's falsehood with a silent conscience, the dragon would for now give in to Cecilia's plea for sharing the sleeping-berth with each other.
When he came to her, the maiden's eyes widened in surprise. Cheeks below confused crystal and jewel discolored in beautiful rosé as his slippers landed on the ground – emphasizing the decision to stay in this bed. Hehe... The view of Cecilia's wonderment let him almost forget, how tense and nervous his corpus was to lay down next to her. She was amusing when she couldn't save face.
Still... The drum in his chest pounded a loud beat while he placed his head into the cushions – surely noisy enough for her to hear it. And indeed Cecilia raised the brows, whereby he stopped breathing for a moment to suppress his heart's motions somehow.
He jerked when her right hand touched the upper part of his body with careful fingertips. There, where his overreacting muscle stirred... The maiden even put soon her palm onto his chest. Watching him with fully awake eyes despite her tiredness. Meanwhile, Cecilia's hand gripped his pullover's fabric with a slight tremolo. Nails almost scratching his skin underneath the clothing because of her uncontrolled pressure.
"It's only for tonight, isn't it?" she wanted to know; barely audible for mortal ears. A faint smile flitted over his lips: "You see perfectly through me... Yes." Cecilia wasn't happy about his decision – that was unmistakable. Her face was darkening in sadness while these odd-colored irises appeared dimmer than mortal eyes normally were. But the Au Ra wasn't yet giving up on convincing him. Her left arm entangled his hip; she pressed her head against his neck. This hand on his chest clawed tightly into the fabric, which made her nails ultimately pierce his skin.
Midgardsormr should be angry thanks to this disrespectful action.
His magnetism towards her annulled ironically all wrath and filled him instead up with a sentiment he could only identify as egoistic desire. He yearned for the way she treated him; the way she didn't hold anything back. This young mortal who ridiculed him – just as light the moths – had the power to turn him into a willingness pawn.
Inhaling harshly, the dragon whispered subsequent with a throaty voice: "If it has to be... As long as we stay in Limsa Lominsa, I will do as you please. But once we return to Ishgard, I shall rest in another bed or chamber than you." He immediately knew this beautiful smile spread over her face; her arm around his hip loosened the aching pressure also noticeably. Cecilia moved minimal away from his chest just in order to place her head closer to his own – letting him see her satisfaction.
"For now that's all I wanted." she replied; eyes sparkling in joy. Pure torture for him...
Afterwards, Midgardsormr didn't feel well to join her under the blanket. But she wore that long nightgown and he this pyjama, so in the end it should be okay to follow her forceful invitation... Though there was nothing soothing about this moment. He was nervous how her naked feet sought for contact with his own. How close her gorgeous mien was now when she snuggled up once more. How much this powerless body could nevertheless press itself against his vessel...
Huffing, he murmured: "I swear I'll die because of you..."
Cecilia's response was a wordless embrace; gentle and affectionate. Her hands vanished slightly under the fabric on his shoulders, whereby he obtained goosebumps due to the unexpected touch. When he hesitantly answered the hug – even though less cheeky with his hands staying politely on her back over the dress – the maiden told him softly: "I'm glad when you do this... You should turn your conscience more often off, you know... It makes me very happy when you're simply yourself... After all, I never truly minded these patronizing hoaxes of yours..."
The dragon blushed to think of them. These moments, when he had stopped to consider the results of his actions, so that he unleashed the fondness in his heart... Shivering a little, he shook the head. "Acting impolite or rather brainless appears to me not like a good quality..." the Methuselah mumbled unsettled while her fingers massaged his muscles.
"You despise lies. I do the same. So it's good when you don't feel the need of concealing anything." she whispered chuckling; placing a kiss onto his cheek. Midgardsormr closed the eyes and snuffled her scent as a wave of longing rushed through his corpus. He couldn't deny it... The addiction to her became worse and worse...
His right hand wandered up to the back of her head. The fingers dove right into her silky strands of white-gold while he uttered shaking: "We must sleep now... Otherwise I cannot tell what I would do to you..." She was probably staring at him; he could feel her gaze on his face. But 'Midge' didn't have the willpower to look once more at the maiden... Her sudden, audible smile surprised him: "That's okay... I'm also not sure how to handle this here... We're clearly stuck in something that matches neither friendship between two beings NOR the bond of a father and his daughter..."
He was terrified at the fact how easily she grasped their situation... On the other hand, at least nothing about this strange bond had to be explained... Forcing himself to stay calm, the dragon waited for Cecilia to fall asleep. Only when she slumbered peaceful in his arms, Midgardsormr was finally able to obtain some rest, too, since her breathing had a soothing effect on him.
~C~
The whole night he was dreaming about Cecilia's child-version that his brain had constructed.
Although... she was not the only one who occupied these illusions. This heavenly dragon had also decided to show up – as much as something created by Midgardsormr's subconsciousness was able to possess an own mind. The Methuselah wondered, why his brain's ill humor dared to constantly mock him... But well, he grasped pretty clearly for what reason his dream looked the way it did. Why it was charming yet frustrating...
The little girl with her elvish smile and flimsy white dress symbolized the innocence he witnessed whenever Cecilia's naive plus good side was in charge. That part of hers was after all what made him wish to be her father; was what he desired to protect from all pain in the world. Her generosity as well as loveliness warmed his heart deeply, hence the dragon felt lost whenever he had to live without it. Felt relieved... because the sweet hallucination stayed close to him.
The feathery, wyvern-like savior, however...
He symbolized everything else which drew Midgardsormr to the Raen. She was proud, courageous and intelligent like that creature – for humane standards Cecilia was even similar powerful and impressive. These traits kept her away just as these wings which carried the beautiful dragon through the air; far away from the Methuselah.
Still... There was more to the savior than just these parts which matched the precious mortal... Although it was a male existence, the magnetism he emitted on the Primogenitor didn't differ from the maiden's. They were like... two sides of the same coin. Cecilia and the heavenly being...
When 'Midge' woke up, his head was heavy and consumed by this dream.
Every nerve in his corpus was prickling due to all these not combinable sentiments. Because of that, he didn't notice instantly his vessel's incapability of moving. But once the insight reached his brain, the Methuselah gasped in shock. Looking initially panic-fueled around, it dazzled him to find quickly the cause for that immobility: The maiden.
He didn't know how her sleeping body was able to, yet she had actually 'paralyzed' him. Via putting every possible cell onto his disguise, to be precise. Cecilia had turned him into her private mattress; slept here so innocently, that it was impossible to act rude towards the young woman. Her presence on his corpus had also not disturbed his sleep enough to wake him up, after all. Furthermore... Although she was light as a feather thanks to her loss of weight, he couldn't convince himself of returning her to the real sleeping-berth. She was pleasantly warm; for this ancient heat-addict unarguably a welcome occurrence. And with remonstration coming merely from his left arm, altering this situation a little wasn't all too necessary...
Cecilia's head lay on his chest while she slumbered peaceful like a kitten. Clinging to the fabric below his wrists and pressing the thighs against his legs. Her stomach was in similar way laying on his lap; there was this noticeable amount of pressure. A little bit as if... she was seeking for shelter.
Hm... It was actually surprising to learn, that the position which her subconsciousness chose depended on her environment... As he had been sleeping by her side in his hilarious puppet-shape, the Au Ra was always holding him in protective manner. Hence Midgardsormr had simply expected she would be in general somebody who shielded others even in her sleep. Not somebody who could also wish to be guarded.
Tsk, the vessel's arm demanded help more urgently...
When the disguised dragon tried to move his numb limb away, the Raen held on to it as if she feared to lose something important. Or rather, as if she would be exposed to great evil without that thing underneath her. Somehow, Cecilia even appeared happy when he ended resigned the struggle – there was a faint sound that came close to giggling... What a frustrating moment...
Albeit he doubted it might be a good idea, 'Midge' tried another method. He sought to get at least another position by holding her hands and maneuvering the Au Ra slightly to the side. This didn't work out all too well, because she immediately convolved on his upper part of the body... However, with his arm being finally free, any complaining appeared truthfully out of place.
Stretching all four limbs thanks to the regained liberty, the Methuselah could nevertheless not resist the possibility of framing Cecilia's fragile shape with both arms. He followed his draconic instincts to protect his powerless treasure with that simple, yet meaningful gesture. Ah... Thinking like this appeared probably arrogant... But he did really not follow such ugly opinion right now.
Even though she moved almost normally while her corpus lay on a mattress, the weakened system had still not regained its original strength. With that, he felt the need for shielding his maiden even more than usually. And despite the fact that she wasn't awake, this little sign of hers to seek per will for his protection made him undeniable happy. Actually...
The bare possibility of being finally able to return all these kind favors Cecilia had given to him – that hilarious dragonet – filled Midgardsormr up with pride. That impact became stronger just by the way she relaxed in his embrace. Her subconsciousness wanted his guard – a conclusion meaning much more to him than he was able to describe. If the Methuselah could have been now the dragon he used to be millennia ago, the whole situation would be perfect. Mentioned form – big enough to carry a few humans on his back – should suffice entirely to match the role of her guardian.
However...
She was obviously satisfied with him; no matter which shape.
Bewitched like he was by her unconditionally trust, Midgardsormr could consider himself satisfied, too, for the present. Despite his wish to obey Hydaelyn's contract as the giant serpent he truly was because of his age, he was willing to exist for the rest of his life as a mortal ally by Cecilia's side. 'Midge' might not have given the Raen an eternal promise as well, yet he felt gradually bound to her in a manner not even the loyalty to the Mothercrystal could surpass.
Thinking like this... should frighten him. But it didn't...
~C~
Rich flavor of Limsa Lominsa's cuisine ran down his throat.
Other, than Ishgard's salty meals, this food made him indeed not wish for Erik's admittedly fabulous cooking-skills. At least nothing he had tasted so far on La Noscea reminded of the awful opinion these wannabe-gourmets in the Holy City preached. In other words...
With the gruff Marauder's absence, 'Midge' should thank the Twelve for sending adequate staffers to the Drowning Wrench. If that easement would just suffice to lull another turmoil...
While the disguised dragon ate together with Cecilia dinner, he couldn't help but be frustrated despite the warm pork-flesh in his mouth. Today... was ultimately a point of time which made Midgardsormr yearn for getting rid of that falsehood-cage...
Admiral Merlwyb had been visiting his maiden in the early afternoon.
The female Roegadyn wanted to meet Cecilia in person instead of just listening by accident to news of the Au Ra's recovery, hence she took a bit time for talking with her. Of course the Raen was delighted by this... While the two women conversed, Merlwyb expressed once more guilt-feelings due to not supporting the Warriors of Light back then in Ul'Dah. However, the Admiral apologized for that because she was convinced of bearing a part of the fault for Cecilia's accident. If she had offered shelter for them, the adventurers might have stayed away from Coerthas. Away from war and heretic-conflicts. Thus, nobody would have tried to kill Erik's sister.
Midgardsormr couldn't care less for these words – they were empty to him notwithstanding Merlwyb's honest regret. But what he quickly cared for... was the Admiral's knowledge about Cecilia's 'boyfriend'. The false identity his vessel bore... Including Alberic's 'gift'...
Merlwyb had told him, how much his work was appreciated. That the Adventurer Guild needed more men like him who were extending their qualifications. His story – a pure gatherer becoming Coerthas' newest Dragoon – left also a strong impression on eager newcomers if they heard of him. These people became because of his career additionally motivated to catch up with the current top – and their strengthened ambitions were for the city-states a blessing.
Truth be told: Midgardsormr found Merlwyb's praise over-exaggerated.
He thought still ill of the 'honor' to be recognized by that Admiral, while he ate nevertheless in apparently peaceful manner the meal on his plate. If an adventurer could be such a good example in the eyes of others, than it was most likely to end up as another pawn of men. No matter how good Merlwyb's intention might be... This female Roegadyn was just one more leader who sought at first for her own benefits – and these had nothing to with anything outside of La Noscea.
Yet... This was not what made him wrathful when he reflected too much on it... Rather, the dragon was unhappy to find even in Merlwyb's resolute, rather unsentimental gaze clear admiration. Unbelievable to imagine a tough Admiral like her in a romantic mood, but that's what it had been... She was enjoying 'Midge's' determination to support Cecilia.
Of course Merlwyb hadn't emphasized her opinion with too flowery words. When she had shortly mentioned his consideration plus gentleness, there weren't any soft tunes her voice made. However, as an antique creature, Midgardsormr could see through the rough shell. And these ice-cold eyes had spoken a language louder than her gun could be.
"Does your food taste awful? You pull a long face as if it was sour."
The sweet sound of his maiden got him out of the unpleasant memories.
Looking at Cecilia, he saw with satisfaction an empty plate in front of hers. This made him smile while he replied: "No, everything is fine. I was just lost in thoughts. But I suppose your dinner tasted exquisite when you're already done." The Raen blushed and lowered her head. "U-Uhm, well, I was pretty hungry... Actually, I could still eat a refill..." she admitted and glanced minimal up.
The disguised antiquity couldn't help but smirk mischievously.
"If you let me finish, I'll bring you more food. Would that be to your liking?" he suggested gently. Cecilia beamed like a child as she nodded – warming his heart and making him forget the annoying meeting with Merlwyb. Part of him wished to sit side by side instead of occupying opposite stools due to formality, because there was once more this awful yearning for physical contact in his chest... Yet Midgardsormr suppressed this wish and rather hurried to devour his own dinner for the benefit of the dear Au Ra.
Following, he walked quickly to the kitchen with the dispensable crockery as well as Cecilia's plate. 'Midge' asked the cook for half as much as before; not willing to overdo anything since she could always have more nutriment in case her stomach could already handle a greater portion. However, he begged for an extra splosh considering the sauce, since he had noticed the maiden's approval even while she wasn't speaking of her preference for that dressing.
Approaching their dinning-table, the dragon-father was glad about his choice.
His precious mortal looked excited once she could see the refill; her smile was bright and innocent. She hardly contained impatience as the Methuselah carried her meal. Hah... He could in moments like this one truly fall for the imagination to call her a daughter... She was so sweet when she acted with the unconcern of a normal, young woman... One without sorrows...
When he was about to put the plate down, suddenly a passerby bumped into him. It was a Roegadyn who had probably some booze in his system – Midgardsormr was at least able to smell the hint of stinging liquid coming from that mariner. Anyways, the collision with that man shook his left arm, whereby the environment was widely splattered with some big drops of sauce.
Although 'Midge' himself wasn't affected, he became angry to watch a mess on the table as well as on the maiden. That the stranger apologized didn't help him to gain control over his growing anger... It rather made every spark of petulance worse. Had he still been the puppet, a salvo of blue fire might now burn the Roegadyn's hair down...
Using a moist rag which was hastily borrowed from the kitchen, the disguised dragon cleaned mentioned piece of furniture. Meanwhile, his maiden tried to care for herself with a table-napkin. The stains, unfortunately, couldn't be removed anymore. It was obvious – still she rubbed the fabric with a sullen expression. Once Midgardsormr was finished with his own task, he stated resigned: "Can't be helped, Cecilia... We should wash your clothes. Don't ruin your mood with this nonsense." Tsk, an advise he should better give himself... He was boiling in anger underneath the softness reserved for his maiden...
"I fear my robe isn't the worst case here." she declared and tugged at the material under her neck. "Oh no... Don't tell me..." the Methuselah began before he fell completely silent since his eyes noticed finally the sauce on her neck-scales. Cecilia snorted lowly: "It's quite sticky. Everywhere. As if there was glue attached to me. My hair feels also not right... I don't mind eating the refill nevertheless, but afterwards, I should really, reeeaaally take a bath."
Gulping, the antique being sat quietly down; trying to not think about the path that vanished under the fabric on her chest. To care not for the skin which must be deliciously dirty... Actually it should amuse him to reflect in lieu of the nuisance on her healthy appetite. With that, she should develop very soon a stable physical condition. But this excuse could not endlessly distract him...
In truth, he wished for getting ASAP rid of the icky situation... If she wouldn't clearly need to regain her weight, the disguised dragon would have already carried her to the usual employee.
Once she was done, he returned her dishes to the kitchen before lifting Cecilia into his arms.
With her belly being noticeable filled, the dragon was reminded of the day he gained a mortal vessel – her shape felt now as pleasantly heavy as back then. This soothed his rage a little, though 'Midge' was still angry enough to easily attack the next-best mortal...
Only pure willpower kept him from doing so.
~C~
They couldn't find the usual Miqo'te.
Seemingly, that woman was enjoying already leisure-time – and there was at the moment no other female worker present. When Cecilia suggested to ask simply a visitor of the Drowning Wrench for lending a helping hand, the Twelve seemed to mock her idea, as the only other woman in the hall had already left while they looked for the employee.
Midgardsormr leaned frustrated his head into the nape of his neck.
He couldn't help but huff under the bad luck his well-meant gesture had brought.
Praying still for a wonder, 'Midge' brought the Au Ra nevertheless to the guest-bathroom's entrance. But of course nobody was around who they could have asked for assistance...
"Well, I guess I have to wash myself without help and stand later up alone." the maiden in his arms stated unperturbed. Shaking his head determined, Midgardsormr opened the bath's door and waltzed into the chamber. Then, he locked it behind them under Cecilia's skeptical gaze.
While the disguised dragon was about to bring her to the large tub, she questioned with raised bows: "Am I allowed to ask, what you want to do here?" Pausing his motions, 'Midge' responded with a stern expression: "You will not clean yourself without support. As long as you can barely stand on your own feet, there's no option that I would let you alone."
The maiden tilted her head to the right – eyeballing him skeptically as he continued to carry her. When the father of dragon-kind placed her carefully onto the edge, she folded her arms as a clear sign of disapproval. Saying no word to him. But after a short moment of silence, she uttered finally: "But you're always nervous when I wear not much. And taking a bath in order to wash oneself requires above all even less clothes. … ZERO clothes."
Knitting his brows in suppressed anger, the Methuselah was not at all hesitating to resolutely reply: "I am now mortal. Thanks to that, I should definitely get used to humane shapes sooner than later. Yours won't affect me with this thought in mind, trust me." "That self-confidence would rather make sense if you possessed your true shape. Or at least the baby-like form. … A dragon who feels nervousness thanks to me alias my body won't stop doing so just because his visible physique changed into a humane one." the maiden noticed down-to-earth.
Mentally growling, the antiquity channeled his frustration so that it helped him to ignore her logic. Following, 'Midge' turned the tub's water-flow on and closed the plughole. "Don't discuss with me." ,he ordered a bit snarky, "I will help you – whether you like it or not. So, get rid of these clothes. And I mean NOW." Cecilia snorted unimpressed, but did as he had told her. This was a relief... Midgardsormr didn't know in the current moment, how much he would be able to stay calm in case she had still denied the support...
He was in spite of his bad mood tenderly touching the Raen's limbs – swiftly yet gently helping her out of the fabric. The view of her rosy skin and pearlescent scales was wonderful in the warm light of Limsa's lamps. Similar to the beauty her mien possessed once she began to smile peacefully. When only her underwear remained, the Au Ra undressed in the first instance her chest by herself, although he could sense her strong hesitation for doing so. That averseness was highly visible even while that smirk on her lips wasn't fading.
"So worried about a senile old dragon?" he asked partly amused; partly glad when the last piece concealing her lower part of the body went down her legs. "Of course I am. What else should I be? You're you, after all." Her serious response combined with this half-hearted giggle and compassionate eyes made him chuckle relaxed. She was so sweet to care for him...
Gently gripping her hands, Midgardsormr brought Cecilia slowly to her feet. When she stood more or less safely on the floor, he turned the water-flow off. "There you go. Don't rush. Take your time." 'Midge' advised as he carefully led the maiden into the large tub. Her hand in his own tensed clearly, but nevertheless Cecilia trusted him when the camouflaged dragon-father supported her weight in the moment she stepped into the steaming water. These long legs were shaking a lot when they bent, yet their owner was still allowed to sank unhurried down.
"Thank you." she said with a sound as smooth as a welcome breeze in spring.
He withdrew from the maiden with a soft smile. Yet... his attention inhaled her whole presence in this very moment. And it made the Methuselah realize... that he had lied to himself. Her shape was still affecting him. It needed just the simple view of her body – bared and beautiful like an angel – to encourage his heartbeat. Once all focus on his purpose was gone, there was no distraction from the magnetism...
Swallowing the unsettledness as good as possible down, 'Midge' stepped behind the tub. Gave her one of two washcloths. With a grateful grin Cecilia accepted the object – eyes sparkling. When she immediately began to clean her chest to get rid of the sticky sauce, he decided to take meanwhile care of Cecilia's back and shoulders. The maiden hummed happily as Midgardsormr rubbed her skin with the second washcloth; not minding the help at all. She even tilted the head a little bit forward, so that the dragon had easier access to her neck.
While touching the Raen, 'Midge' made nonstop sure to put not too much pressure into each motion. Her bones were fragile compared to his own species, thus rubbing the few drops from her skin couldn't be too forceful. Above all, the sticky sauce was hard to remove. That was probably due to cheese being one of the ingredients... But enough strokes with the soaked washcloth made the stains nevertheless slowly vanish.
Gazing at him over her right shoulder, the Au Ra asked abruptly: "Am I allowed to wash my clothes later by myself? Or do I have to rely on your mercy to get my outfit back in a clean condition?" Chuckling minimal, Midgardsormr caressed the nape of her neck with his free left hand in affectionate manner; relishing it. "We can do this together if you're fine with my next suggestion." "And that is...?" the maiden questioned curious.
Reflecting just in case on his wish to behave not too contumelious, the disguised dragon was quiet for a short moment; brows furrowed in unsettledness. Then, he voiced his thought with a small, yet devilish smile: "I... would like to wash your hair." Cecilia looked away from him, but he could see the darkened color of her cheeks. She visibly bit into her mouth before a shy answer coming from these petal-lips followed: "That's... something I'd enjoy."
Her reaction surprised him.
Not the fact that she approved his offering, no... Rather the way his maiden avoided eye-contact with him was irritating. Midgardsormr couldn't tell why such gesture should embarrass her, so he was only able to make rough guesses. And since she had been angry for his original wish to share not the sleeping-berth with her, the Methuselah concluded something about his facial expression must have abashed her...
Feeling paralyzed when he tried to speak with her about the odd situation, the dragon decided to better make himself useful instead of wasting time. And there was only one thing he could do now... Wordless, 'Midge' made Cecilia understand, that he wanted to begin with the hair-wash. She nodded silently in response; still blushing with the hue of a beet. But the maiden wasn't too over-whelmed by the embarrassment, because she leaned her head willingly against his hands when he moistened plus massaged shampoo into her silky, straight hair.
To be honest... Midgardsormr enjoyed this task deeply. He couldn't get enough.
Her blind trust into him was probably the strongest drug she could give him – a feeling 'Midge' wasn't able to overcome. She might be abashed by his devotion, but all the more Cecilia confirmed the intensity her faith into him owned, all the more his draconic mind was high as if on cloud nine. Unbelievable, that such an ancient thing like him was thanks to a mortal granted with youthful joy... True joy that lightened his heart.
~C~
Gently, the disguised dragon poured water over her head.
Once no lather was left, he couldn't help but touch the wet cascade of white-gold once more. Although dragons possessed handsome scales, there was something about the mortal peculiarity which appealed generally a lot to him. That affinity existed longer than his humane vessel.
While her shining strands ran through his fingers, he whispered mesmerized: "It's beautiful..." Cecilia laughed gently – finally defrosted from her dilemma. "Thank you. In fact, it's mom's hair. The consistence and hair-cut, to be correct. She was actually a natural blonde, but with a pale hue. My golden hair-tips as well as the vanilla-white color come from my Dad." she explained calmly.
Stroking softly over the back of her head, 'Midge' hesitantly asked: "How... looked your mother, elsewise? Did you resemble her...?" "Uhm, if you ignore my hair- and eye-color..." ,Cecilia began, "...I'm pretty much a copy of my mom. Of course she was older than me and wore a decent amount of make-up. And her irises were two orbs of lavender. Above all... her talent as a fighter as well as magician was far over my current limit. But... I am closer to her than the majority of other people; that's for sure."
Imagining another Raen who looked a lot like the maiden made his stomach stir in nervousness. Augustine did already irritate him at times, to be fair, but practically an older version of his mortal could be a total undoing for his ancient nerves. After all, he was betimes wondering against his will, how this girl might look like... if she reached the majority of... a mother...
Shaking his head slightly, he tried to distract himself.
Cecilia's skin was already cleaned when he restarted to wash her back, yet the Au Ra enjoyed Midgardsormr's additional attention. She sought noticeable for the physical contact with his hands – pressed her bones against his palms. With her eyes being closed, there was no doubt the maiden savored this moment even though she had protested before against his care. She was a proud one, yet convincing this stubborn being was in the end not as challenging as one should assume.
The dragon couldn't help but smile audible about her satisfaction.
Her lids swung minimal open as if 'Midge' had given a cue.
The Au Ra glanced at him with an expression similar to small children; if not even close to toddlers. A kind of shyness he found troublesome to handle when it wasn't for the pretty little hallucination his sleeping brain created. After all, the dragon was aware of her intelligence no matter how much the sweetness she possessed might be distracting from this fact.
Cecilia studied him for moment without breathing.
Then, she cautiously asked: "I know you have children, but... You were not born out of thin air, right? You also have some kind of... parents?" A strange, almost ridiculous question. Hilarious. "Why should I not have ancestors, so to speak? An origin of my life? This worry does not sound like the smart girl I know." he noticed chuckling.
Mentioned maiden looked away from him. Her head hung down when she mumbled: "This means... there, where you lived until the Agrius attacked Mor Dhona, a force exists which creates beings of almost eternal lifespan?"
Considering her odd words for a few seconds in silent astonishment, he stated finally: "I must admit I remember only poorly the childhood of mine. Even if I would be indirectly the creation of a deity, I would hardly be able to recognize it as such. … I know about the legend how the species Au Ra came to existence. The two gods who created the very first of your kind. … Probably, every being on Hydaelyn is in the end a child of the Mothercrystal. In one way or another, at least. Therefore, don't be ashamed to question my origin, please."
He hadn't immediately realized, that his carefree statement before was hurting her feelings. Even as Midgardsormr seriously answered to the topic, he was not instantly detecting his mistake... When he reflected honestly on it, making fun of the maiden felt wrong. Not only because she was an Au Ra, which was after all her motivation to question his origin. Rather because of her unusual personality; the way she was nonstop willing to understand him completely.
With that, calming her worry with a short, additional sentence seemed not appropriate enough in 'Midge's' prehistoric opinion. But he didn't get the chance to correct his earlier misconduct since Cecilia switched topic: "But Hydaelyn herself is not your mother, as much as I know?"
What an idea...
If the dragon had been a child of the Mothercrystal, many fights in his past wouldn't have happened. So much violence that could have been avoided by simply making him a legitimate inhabitant of this planet... Instead of an alien creature, who fought for his mere life on a foreign star. Far away from Eorzea. Had he been ab initio from this world, Midgardsormr would have borne more trust into humankind. This should have been reason enough to not fear the hatching of his seven eggs, back then... Above all, no enemy would have tried to imprison him and his brood...
When the crystal and the jewel dared to gape at him, 'Midge's' mind emerged from its thoughts.
His maiden deserved an answer, thus he replied: "No, Her grace is my benefactor. She gave me and my unborn children shelter when we needed it – I in return became the sentinel of the planet's heart. In some way, you mortals could describe Hydaelyn as my superior mistress, but I simply prefer calling the Mothercrystal a fair-minded goddess."
Cecilia nodded slowly. She was once more avoiding him, yet the Raen seemed no longer depressed due to his former thoughtlessness. However, something else was obviously ruining her mood now. As gentle as he was able to – while these gloomy memories of his past still hunted his awareness – the dragon-father asked: "Is something wrong?"
A muted sigh left her lips. Eyelids narrowed a little. Hm, so there it was again...
This faltering determination of hers, whenever something was too uncomfortable to utter it directly, while she still clearly needed to speak up. He wondered, if his changed shape was making things harder for Cecilia, even while she declared he would be the same being in her opinion. Coping with a mortal face was surely not as easy as handling a doll's almost stock-still mien.
"Let's continue this conversation later." ,the Raen abruptly suggested; partially unsettled, "For now, I should get out of the water before I'm too used to the decreased gravity. Or rather, the liquid should be gone before I try to stand up." Keeping sprouting concerns in check, the disguised dragon murmured lowly: "As you wish..."
While his vessel walked to the other side of the tub and opened the plughole, the Methuselah sensed a sadness coming from his maiden he couldn't entirely grasp. Some of his words had most likely injured the Raen – had for sure done so, but it was not clear to him, which of them were to blame. Or why speaking of Her grace darkened Cecilia's usual brightness...
Gripping a large, green towel from the bathroom-cabinet, 'Midge' returned to the Au Ra – resembling an old butler focused on his task when he waited for the water to disappear sufficiently. As soon as only a puddle remained, the Methuselah knelt slowly down; offering open arms so that she would be able to hold on to him.
Actually, he hadn't reflected on the gesture itself, since his fatherly instincts told him what to do. But the big eyes Cecilia made now were perspicuously informing the dragon about his mistake – thus he realized very late how inappropriate his doing appeared... It was in fact embarrassing when 'Midge' understood the impropriety she saw in his behavior. Yet, the decision had been made; negating his offering was out of question.
The soft towel was apart from his clothes the only thing between the two of them when Cecilia leaned herself hesitating against his upper part of the body. Her chest lay on his beating heart when she took hold of the shirt on his shoulders; clearly more strength within her hands than expected. The physical contact made him nervous – worse than before, as his original boiling anger was meanwhile deflagrated.
He somehow managed it to pull her out of the tub, but once their touch was nothing else but a close, almost intimate embrace, Midgardsormr ultimately lost control over his shaking stilts.
The disguised dragon slipped like a silly mortal and tumbled like an inept cat.
Fortunately, the fuzzy, thick carpet underneath them prevented graver damage. When his grip wasn't enough to slow her fall, the precious maiden landed thanks to the object on something soft. She had probably hurt her back a little through the impact, but nevertheless she was fine. This made him care a bit less for his aching elbows plus knees. However...
Their situation was pretty awkward now.
While Cecilia stared at him with a surprised mien, 'Midge' hunkered directly over her. Their bodies separated by not more than a small distance. And her fluffy towel... lay next to them on the ground. It was unintentional when his gaze cascaded over the maiden's bared shape, but this one look was enough to let him blush with intense heat. To deeply inhale a realization which his mind was trying to reject since the last minutes...
She was the most beautiful mortal he had ever seen. An embodiment of every positive notion which this immortal antiquity could still feel towards a human...
His conscience regained control.
Trembling, Midgardsormr stuttered: "I-I-I a-am s-so so-sorry...! This wasn't my intention...!"
Quickly, he put the towel onto her body – maybe even threw it at her. Then, the Methuselah retired with a small jump from the maiden. He panted harshly while his heart pounded loud; unbearable... And his legs barely endured his weight as they were shaking...
She scrutinized him grimly. As if his reaction was more condemnable than his impolite staring. Yet, she wrapped herself properly into the fabric. Once her shape wasn't bared anymore, her right hand reached demanding out for the dragon in humane shell. In a manner so filled with pride and oppressed anger, that one could fear her as if she was a giant exemplar of his kind...
The Raen's fingers twitched impatient, thus he hastily gripped them.
Midgardsormr tried to save proper space between them while pulling Cecilia to the feet, but failed because he had underestimated her willpower. These arms entangled his neck in threatening manner – crystal and jewel staring frustrated at him. After a few seconds she tilted her head to the left; snorting lowly and narrowing the eyelids.
"Get that thought out of your head. If I would mind any gazes of yours, I surely had never allowed you as a baby-dragon to stay all the time in my near. I'm much more upset when you overreact like this here. Or when you clearly don't tell me the whole story of your reason to serve Hydaelyn."
Her harsh words made 'Midge' shudder.
She saw too much through him.
Cecilia had recognized he wasn't telling her several important details. Albeit it was his right to conceal aspects, 'Midge' was simultaneously impressed as well as frightened by her sharp mind. Yet, what truly let him shiver was the reason for her bad mood...
Hesitantly holding her close to silently apologize, the disguised dragon asked: "Am I really so awful when I interact with you...? Is my faith into the trust you give me... still not strong enough to match the true intensity of your goodwill?" Midgardsormr held his breath when she closed the eyes and leaned her face against his left ear. "You know the answer already... After all, you are just as before unable to accept my decision to care not for the vessel you possess."
Gulping, the Methuselah nodded; helpless like a child despite the disguise's strength which let him for now carry the maiden whenever he wanted.
It took lots of self-control to convince Cecilia of washing her clothes together.
~C~
Occasional wind coming from southwest blew over them.
'Midge' stopped walking while he looked at the horizon; undecided whether or not the clouds could soon become a problem. He had listened to the weather-report before they sailed with the ferry-boat to Western La Noscea, yet the Methuselah wasn't too convinced of its accuracy. Maybe he was just nervous on this open field, but in case he wasn't seeing things, a possible storm awaited them.
The maiden next to him paused her motions as well.
"Midgard, don't tell me you're looking for a sign sent from the heavens to convince me of going back to Limsa Lominsa." her half-hearted complaint reached his ears; making him smirk minimal. Turning around to gaze at Cecilia, the dragon replied: "No, I am just concerned about staying dry. Do not worry, I really plan not to constrain you." She nodded, but her eyes told him that his words weren't the most trustworthy ones.
He couldn't subdue a reflexive shrug plus a sad smile on his lips once the Raen continued walking. Of course his declaration had been genuine, yet he was able to comprehend her distrust. In the end, it was after all his own fault, that she doubted his confidence into her state of health...
Since that evening when he was washing Cecilia in the bathroom, only five days had passed – and the father of dragon-kind was nonstop behaving like a mother-hen in order to pay for the mistakes he had made there. With that, he appeared probably not like the best support when she regained gradually control over her legs... His guilt-feelings were rather an obstacle than reliable help, when he reflected on his actions, yet avoiding any meddlesomeness had turned out to be impossible. 'Midge' urgently wanted to proof, how much he valued the maiden's faith, whereby he had to live with any awkwardness along the way.
Actually, he found it hard to keep the swelling pride in his chest about her progress under control.
Cecilia should not yet return to any battlefield, but every peaceful activity was meanwhile no longer a problem for her body. Just as if no attempted assassination had ever happened, the Raen was able to craft whatever she wanted in Limsa. With endless free-time left to use in that indirect vacation, the maiden had even joined the city-state's Culinarian-Guild – brightening clearly Erik's day once she told him the news per linkshell. And sometimes, the Au Ra sat just at Fisherman's Bottom; fishing patiently together with 'Midge' and frying afterwards their catches.
"Have you changed your mind?" his maiden suddenly called skeptical.
Shaking the head, Midgardsormr continued the walk; the gusts blowing less sharply against them when he was again right behind her. As they went through a gate guarded by Marauder-Roegadyns, the disguised dragon became admittedly curious... Which place of La Noscea did Cecilia want to show him so badly, that it couldn't wait until she would again be able to fight? Since he was in general no creative being, there weren't any ideas floating through his mind.
On the other side of mentioned stony building, though, he began to regret his wonderment a little. Because the freshly served answer... wasn't to his liking...
Cecilia cut in on his train of thoughts: "Do you remember when I ventured with you to Swiftperch because of the Nirvana? Not long before that day, I had already been visiting my friends of Western La Noscea, which is why I didn't bring you back then to this place. However, as we're currently here without anything specific to do, I suppose it would be a good idea to see my boys again."
Considering the positive sound her voice made amongst this declaration, she was serious about spending time with a bunch of Sahagin.
Midgardsormr shouldn't be too surprised about this, since he knew how much the maiden was enthusiastic to befriend other species... But the fishmen weren't as peaceful as the Sylphs. Furthermore, they surely possessed far more strength than Ramuh's children. If anything happened, the 'Dragoon' would be forced to shield his maiden against dangerous creatures who used spears, too, plus were capable of water-magic; something he couldn't counter with his lack of aether...
Wrinkling his nose, 'Midge' walked right behind Cecilia. He was nervous to see two dark Sahagins in the distance... Right on cue, she chuckled: "I wasn't talking about the average type of seaman. For what are you mistaking me? I'm not going to hold hands with any Sahagin who would easily bite my limb off." Before the dragon could question the meaning of her words, the Au Ra grabbed his hands and led him to the left. Directly into a small, separated settlement. The place of a clearly different subspecies.
Looking irritated around, 'Midge' mumbled: "I must admit... I didn't know, that this beast-tribe has access to more hues than blue and black... But I doubt a white color-scheme changes the mind of any creatures drastically enough to make them social towards humans." The maiden closed her eyes and laughed lowly. "It's not about their appearance. It's about their different heart. You'll see."
~C~
Once the Sahagins recognized her, he was indeed able to watch something. Something unexpected.
As if they were siblings, these young fishmen gathered around the Au Ra – welcoming her happily and smiling as much as their facial textures allowed. Two of them even cordially hugged their favorite land-dweller tightly before asking questions about the newest adventures of the Warriors.
She used this chance to introduce the 'Hyur' by her side as a good friend as well as Lancer who had just gained the title of a Dragoon. The bunch reacted excited to hear that, since they were aware of Ishgard's famous symbol-knights, plus cheered for him to have made such hard accomplishment. Their behavior – unimportant the target – resembled a manner true brothers of the maiden would apparently outlive. Filled with warmth and jollity.
Somehow, their good mood was infectious.
'Midge' was able to understand why Cecilia was able to call these exemplars her friends. Even when the majority of them returned to their daily routine, the dragon could considerably feel how strong their bond to his maiden was. All of them were simply happy to see her – a natural reaction common for his own kind as well when one met a dear companion.
Hence, he let go of his doubts in consideration of the seamen.
Though... his unsettledness emerged briefly anew when another Sahagin appeared from the waves. A creature who was a few centimeters taller than the youngsters... When it stood on the beach, fortunately its white scales became visible. These as well as a strange piece of headgear – the sign of leadership amongst this family-branch.
In the moment this old Sahagin noticed Cecilia, a spark of content glowed in these orange fish-eyes. Obviously, a proper amount of age didn't prevent this decent clutch-father from losing face, partly... At least the fishman's shy grin strengthened Midgardsormr's impression.
The maiden called this Sahagin by his name while she strolled happily to him – Novv. Additionally, she nicknamed the creature in an unbelievable way... 'Papa'. This dear gesture got a quick response; the Raen was gently addressed as 'daughter'.
If this moment hadn't been enough to irritate Midgardsormr a lot, then it was the next one when Cecilia nonchalantly embraced her maritime friend. Mentioned being chuckled embarrassed, yet placed the arms around her. Holding the maiden close for several seconds. When they parted, it was more than clear that Novv was her favorite of the whole bunch – an affection the old Sahagin definitely returned with fond gazes at her mien.
The Raen introduced 'Midge' to her friend with the same explanation Novv's children had heard.
Admiration similar to the youngsters rapture appeared now on the old face, but luckily more politeness accompanied the emotion than in case of his impulsive family. The clutch-father kept their dignity up when he bowed slightly down and praised 'Midge's' achievement with calm words. Thus, it wasn't all too hard for the Methuselah to converse with Novv, although he was of course making sure to not disturb Cecilia's quality-time with any of her friends.
Yet...
As the dragon watched the non-eternal existences, he was barely able to keep something away from his consciousness... Cecilia truly interacted with Novv on a very familiar base. In other words...
She got perfectly along with this senior. There might be some differences of opinion between her and Novv's sons, but the clutch-father himself seemed to share a mind with the maiden. Their ideals – at the most the ideal of peace – were on the same level. Strong and full of hope. Determined to end the suffering which opponents were inflicting on each other via endurance and truth.
Ah... Had Novv been one of the Primogenitor's descendants... he would appear to be the better, logical choice for accompanying Cecilia on the long journey to either destruction or happiness...
This thought made Midgardsormr realize, that he was jealous of the old Sahagin.
Of course he should know better than this... His age granted him with wisdom, after all. But it... couldn't been helped anymore... The dragon envied a fishman for the closeness the later had to a chosen child... And the worst part about his situation was probably, that 'Midge' suffered not under such ill feeling because it was directed towards their father-daughter-relationship... No, this wasn't the case. It wasn't about another existence being fond of Cecilia as if she was its own child.
The reason was... The real reason was... Tsk... Instead of Midgardsormr's parental instincts...
A lover's fire burned in his chest. Strong and unmistakable. Curse of his humane shell.
~C~
Sighing, 'Midge' inhaled the fresh sea-breeze.
Moved his feet lazily through cool water right beneath him.
Together with the maiden, he fished in this very moment at Eastern La Noscea; not far away from Costa Del Sol. Enjoying this activity that appealed more to him than anything else – the perfect way to return to status quo. To let go of protective instincts which turned him into a mother-hen...
However, the circumstances which led to this moment were still partly ruining every tranquility...
After she was saying goodbye to her Sahagin-friends, Cecilia had suggested to show him more of the isle-state. And in order to reward him for his patience with her social shenanigans, she found it fair to indulge into his preferred activity as an adventurer.
Midgardsormr was not really sure, if this counted as long as the Raen herself enjoyed gathering... But any appeasing task was welcome to him while the sickish jealousy in his heart wasn't vanished, yet. Therefore he sat now side by side with Cecilia; bared feet relaxing in refreshing waves.
Trying to imprison the ugly feeling until it subsided.
… … …
"I doubt we will catch anything." the Raen suddenly snorted and pulled the hook out of the water. Confused, 'Midge' eyeballed her while she put her expensive rod away with a gloomy expression; audible grinding her teeth. He faltered to ask, why she was thinking like this, but tried nevertheless once she stared at the ocean. "Is there... a reason for your belief...?"
When Cecilia looked at him from the corners of her eyes, the crystal – closer to the dragon – appeared as cold as ice. "Of course." ,she snarled lowly, "The dark cloud over your head. I can feel your bad mood – and I guess the animals do just the same as me. Although I doubt they care for your motivation to feel this way... Never heard a normal fish knows what jealousy is."
Midgardsormr widened the eyes in astonishment.
"How can you even know...?" he breathlessly questioned once the first shock ceased.
Studying him unhurried, she leaned her head onto the right hand. "It's obvious to me. Probably, because I myself know how jealousy feels like... Anyways, your self-esteem next to Novv appeared pretty tiny. A pathetic characteristic for such proud being like yourself." The disguised dragon lowered his gaze as she criticized him. It was truly a talent of hers to find his vulnerable spots...
Her following hiss sounded very frustrated.
As if she possessed no manners at all, the maiden flicked the left index-finger harshly against Midgardsormr's forehead. "Why are you-" the dragon was about to complain, but the very same digit pressed suddenly against his lips. "I do not expect from you to swallow your anger down." ,Cecilia told him forthright, "If you're frustrated or jealous, feel free to tell me about it. I rather take your wrath than watching how you silently suffer."
With burning cheeks, the father of dragon-kind furrowed his brows as the meaning of her words reached his comprehension. He didn't know what to do or say, thus his first reaction was controlled by instincts. Although... Midgardsormr regretted this headlessness in the very second his teeth dug into her finger.
She twitched only marginally under the tight bite; not even giving a muted sound of agony.
But the dragon could nevertheless taste liquid on his tongue – sweet like sugar with a strong resemblance to draconic blood. He instantly loosened the pressure his jaw was putting onto her digit once he realized the situation completely. Oddly enough, the maiden still didn't try to pull the finger out of his mouth. Her faith into 'Midge' wasn't injured at all.
Cecilia confirmed his thought when she placed the free, right hand onto his face. As she started to caressed him, the maiden mumbled: "I won't tell you, that you wouldn't have the right to be jealous. That wouldn't be correct. But I can assure you, that I trust you more than anybody else in this world. No matter how close I am to my friends... You're standing above them."
Nervous, he felt how her digit in his mouth glided unperturbed over his tongue before she slowly pulled it enough back to touch his lips. Cecilia's fingertip drew softly circles on them; moistening the skin with his saliva. Aah... She was unarguable shameless – in a manner no other mortal had ever touched him before... He didn't know how to handle this...
"You don't believe me.." the maiden abruptly noticed and sighed demotivated.
When she wanted to withdraw from him, he impulsively gripped her right hand and snapped that index-finger lightly. Holding her digit with his lips and tongue in check. Midgardsormr hadn't planned this at all – thus he blushed immediately – but still he wasn't considering to let go of her. There was something about this ridiculous situation... which told him to not give in to the sudden, inexplicable desperation deep down in his heart.
Cecilia smiled gently. Freed hand and digit from his grip as if he was a mere child compared to her. Not in order to let go of him, though... She cupped her palms around his ears; caressing the temples affectionately. There was an intimacy in her gesture that was paralyzing him. The electricity became worse when she leaned her mouth to his right ear.
"Let me tell you something I haven't shared with anybody else in Eorzea..."
Her lips on his skin tickled; her warm breath caused goosebumps on his back. He shivered...
"See, Midgard... I wasn't born on this planet."
His lids ripped themselves widely open.
~C~
She retired minimal from him.
Granting the astonished dragon-father a peaceful, loving smile.
She must find his speechlessness amusing... The way how his eyes stared overwhelmed at her was clearly enjoyable for the Raen... Probably, this situation was just fair punishment for all the times when his awful humor took advantage of the maiden's youth...
But how should he have been prepared for this unexpected novelty, anyways?
Erik had quickly revealed to him, that he wasn't a native inhabitant of this world...
Due to that connection to another, lost version of Midgardsormr, the gruff Hyur knew him enough for trusting him. Hence, he was straightforward communicating with both doll and 'Midge'.
The maiden, on the other hand... She had never dropped any hints of being a foreigner to this place. If Cecilia hadn't revealed this secret to him, the old dragon would never have doubted her origin. Her blind faith, maybe, was something to question, but this wasn't relevant right now...
Mentioned Raen caressed his cheeks with gentle fingertips.
"I owe you an explanation, don't I." she stated softly while her right hand wandered to his chin. Midgardsormr drew deeply breath through open lips; slightly trembling undesired before he replied: "If you're willing to share your history with me... Yes."
Chuckling, she nodded: "Okay... Well, I am of course an Au Ra. You surely figured that much out by yourself. But... This world isn't a place I should call my legitimate home. I'm a stranger."
He nodded; so far able to follow her explanation.
"My ancestors were many generations before mine inhabiting a continent far away from Eorzea. Perhaps you have heard of Othard... Anyways, my family wasn't eager to fight for territory when other clans were appearing in their area. Making compromises didn't work, so my ancestors left before it could escalate. Probably... we all are a bunch of social dreamers... Our wish for peace doesn't give us any advantages... Though Lady Luck was with my family. Hazard let them stumble over a connection to another world. And this one became their new home – my home."
The maiden paused when 'Midge's' rod was suddenly moving.
"Hah, looks like you're lucky as well. Great thing." she commented amused. Shaking his head while he pulled the fish out of the water, the Methuselah replied: "This has nothing to do with luck. I am... just no longer frightening the animals." "You mean you're no longer mad?" the Raen questioned with raised brows. Putting his tool as well as the mackerel away, 'Midge' reflected for a moment on his answer. He couldn't easily say 'Yes.'; that would be a lie... However... "I'm still a little bit... jealous deep down, but... You give me a very good reason to let go of this ugly sentiment."
Cecilia hummed lowly and leaned herself against his right shoulder.
Gazing unsettled at her, the calm expression of her face including closed lids was irritating. Nevertheless, he began to relax when he noticed how familiar the contact felt. Come to think of something natural... She might have overwhelmed the dragon to reveal such a specific information like her origin to him, yet it was still positive astonishment.
"I wanted to see it with my own eyes..." ,the girl suddenly mumbled, "The most beautiful continent on Hydaelyn which my ancestors saw on their journey before they reached our new home-world... Although it wasn't for a long while, they lived in Eorzea... Somewhere close to the Black Shroud... Because of their history, I wasn't able to resist a longer travel to this world. A world I could dedicate my heart to, if my own home wouldn't mean a lot to me."
Cautiously, Midgardsormr asked her: "Have your ancestors... been accepted on this other planet? Are you... allowed to live there as a free existence?" She gaped at him with half-opened eyes; obviously not amused by his hidden assumptions. "None of us was ever a slave." ,Cecilia grumbled and withdrew from him, "We resemble a native tribe of my home-world. Just like us, the Gria bear strong resemblance to dragons. Their tails are just shorter than ours and their horns are just horns. They listen via slightly pointed ears. Also, they have no scales but draconic wings. But anyways, our races are like two sides of the same coin. We stick naturally together."
Immense relief spread despite the ridiculousness through his system.
He was glad the other mortals of that world weren't trying to conquer and enslave Cecilia's kind... Hearing about Augustine's suffering as a child in Ishgard had been enough for him to confirm humane cruelty against one another, although he knew this was still nothing compared to what they had done to his own children and descendants... For men, it was just right to fight everything that wasn't fitting into their beliefs and principles – even if that meant to harm other mortals.
Looking at the ocean, the Methuselah impulsively considered something.
He was just not decided yet, whether or not this idea would be a good thing to do...
The dragon-father was after all not used to returning a personal favor...
His morales; his instincts told him, that – in his case – keeping private knowledge a secret would be the better choice to make. There weren't any benefits one could draw from learning of his origin, but humans were always creative when it was for turning something into an advantage. Maybe even his favorite could use a bagatelle in order to harm others...
Glancing at Cecilia, she was just like him gazing at the waves. The whole atmosphere around her was earnest – with a pinch of sadness. Well, of course she was crestfallen...
Without hesitating, she told him forthright something personal only for regaining his trust; hurt by something as idiotic as jealousy. And what was he in return doing? All the dragon had been thinking of was caring for possible slavery instead of showing interest into the details of her family's history. One could gallantly assume it was concern at the Raen's well-being which made him ask these silly questions, but the truth was that he distrusted mortals like always when there were possible threats. The maiden saw this – and he failed in distracting her from these reservations.
Gulping, Midgardsormr stared down at his hands. It couldn't been helped otherwise...
Nervously, he placed his right hand onto her left shoulder. The disguised antiquity felt immediately her unfriendly gaze on his face, yet he raised his head in order to look into her eyes. Although she was upset, this unforgettable beauty her mien possessed caught his attention so much that all fear and skepticism let go of him. And with her impressive openness from before, his heart denied all draconic narrow-mindedness; ready to take his mind over.
With softly glowing eyes, he shrived awestruck: "We... have more in common than I realized... Forgive me my manners... Cecilia, I am... from another star. Another world; just like you."
~C~
The maiden raised her brows. Studied him confused.
"Have I heard wrongly...? You aren't native to the planet Hydaelyn? But I thought- Scholars say, that you came to life for protecting the world's most important source – water. They say you are born to act as the Twelve's servant. And with you being bound to protect the planet's heart which exists underneath the Silvertear Lake, it makes absolutely sense that you must belong to this world. I can't imagine why the Mothercrystal should choose a stranger as some kind of bodyguard."
He smiled tenderly and shook his head: "I am no native resident. None of your gods created me. Long ago, I came from a far away world. Searching for shelter, as I have already told you in Limsa. In fact, I had not planned to stay forever in a foreign world when I left the star on which I was born. But soon I learned to call my new sanctuary home as my children grew up in this once irenic world. For me, the whole planet – Eorzea at the most – became the realm in which I want to exist as long as I will be able to."
Cecilia's mood changed... Depression lay in her mien.
As if she had remembered something. Something... unpleasant.
Midgardsormr silently wondered, which spoken word might be the trigger for one of these memories he clearly knew nothing about. Memories – reason for him to get to know her better, since they made her the person she was today. Though... Under different circumstances, she also could have seen a vision. Maybe the moment of his arrival on Hydaelyn. Or the long, painful travel to this world... But with her Echo being sealed, Cecilia wasn't able to get a glimpse at anything.
Actually, the dragon-father started to regret that selfish action...
Began to condemn his blind ambition to test her value...
He could have reflected a lot on this matter – probably even too much, whereby her abrupt question was welcome to him: "And you serve Hydaelyn because she gave you the chance to live here with your children, correct? It wasn't only for shelter, that you became a guardian of the planet's heart, but for a completely new world to occupy, right?"
Fondness spread over 'Midge's' mien. The astonishment in her voice appealed to him in both cases; amusement as well as relaxation. Affected by the possible vanishing of her depressed mood, Midgardsormr replied gently smiling: "Yes. I dedicated my spirit- my soul to Her grace because of this unbelievable gift... She blessed me with light and welcomed my yet unborn brood as creatures of her own world. In Hydaelyn's eyes, there was no difference between us and all these races naturally inhabiting the planet. Nevertheless, we dragons as a whole do only exist on this star because of the Mothercrystal's generosity. I could never forget how much I owe her, thus all purpose of my existence lays in serving Her grace."
The Raen bestowed an angry gaze on him before she looked away with a gloomy mien. Simultaneously confused and worried, the antiquity studied her with flickering eyes. He hesitantly touched her left hand when he murmured: "Have I... uttered anything you find harmful?" A weak, evil grin slipped over the corners of her petal-lips. Both crystal and jewel searched for his gaze; silent reproach within their expression.
"You adore Hydaelyn not on a professional level. It's personal."
These muted words reached his ears similar to an insult.
His hand glided slowly from hers, because Midgardsormr couldn't believe what the maiden seemed to be expecting. With furrowed brows, he shook the head; eyes loosing their mildness. Every tune his voice made following carried slight indignation: "That is not right. Even though I am grateful to the Mothercrystal in a way I can hardly describe, it is still not like this. I see in Hydaelyn not more or less than the benefactor who gave my children a place to call home. And the one who generously ended the painful search of a restless dragon."
The Au Ra widened her lids for a second; just in order to narrow them when she clearly began to pity him. Of course the Methuselah had wished to distract Cecilia from whatever memory was hunting her, but on the other hand he didn't have aimed for any sentimental reaction. She shouldn't feel responsible for something so far away from the current day, that not even his children were able to remember it due to their existences as eggs back then.
This compassionate gaze of hers was right now too much for him, so he turned away.
With his eyes resting on the horizon, Midgardsormr knew it wasn't only for the way Cecilia expressed concern while she imagined his rough journey, that he could not endure her attention. Wasn't only for the possibility of the maiden feeling jealousy towards the Mothercrystal, that he avoided her gaze plus felt the need to hide his face...
There was another being who would cause probably envy in her heart if she knew about it... Although so much time had passed, there was still gooseflesh to obtain – not only in his dreams – when Midgardsormr reflected just vaguely on that heavenly existence. The savior who brought him to this planet... How was that proud creature doing today...? This bright one with pale eyes...
Practically eternal, as the two of them were, it was definitely possible they both were not yet dead... So, to have a second meeting with him would mean a lot to Midgardsormr – even though he was right now fully awake and with Cecilia by his side not as much attracted to this heavenly dragon as he had been millennia ago...
She suddenly tapped against his arm with audible concern in that sweet voice: "Midgard?"
Bracing his swirl of emotions, 'Midge' looked again at her. He could sense all anger as well as pity had subsided, thus the dragon didn't want to annoy her once more for making these feelings return. While he scrutinized the Raen, however, it was remarkable how much her bare willpower was able to push negative emotions aside. And how quickly she got rid of sentimentality just because he had expressed discomfort towards her compassion...
"How were you... before you lived here, on this planet? How was your personality?" the maiden asked with big, curious eyes – clearly determined to learn more about his past. Unfortunately, Cecilia's amusing eagerness was nevertheless causing mental overload...
Midgardsormr gave her a nervous smile and licked his lips, hesitating. When he spoke, his words sounded as unsettled as he felt like: "Wild...? Probably animalistic...? Perhaps even raging and wrathful...? I am not sure, what you want to hear... But I fear I was exactly all these things..."
He tried to smile more self-confident for her, but the Raen already began to narrow the lids with these long, black lashes in sorrow. Her voice sounded after a long sigh unnaturally monotonous – without energy and entirely resigned: "You gave these traits up?" It wasn't primary a question. Almost rather a statement without hope of negation.
"Well, my life was in some way over... My responsibilities lay in Hydaelyn's hands. Apart from being a father, all purpose of my existence was chained to protecting this planet. And as a stranger, it was my duty to become much more humble and less demanding... The formerly wild dragon died on the day he became an inhabitant of this world." the Methuselah explained meekly.
He jerked when she suddenly cupped the hands firmly around his face – staring at Midgardsormr with a heartbreaking expression. She even came closer to him than before; leaning the upper part of her body against his chest. 'Midge' was over-strained by her behavior; at the most by sudden tears which emerged from the crystal.
Cecilia ultimately caught him off guard as she whispered: "I am sorry, Midgard... I hadn't planned to trample onto your feelings."
Shivering, the dragon-father shook his head; unable to grasp why she felt so in charge of this matter. He knew she must have possessed as a mortal of twenty years already some life-experience, but he failed more and more to even imagine why she acted the way she did. Her motives; her sorrows... Uncountable memories... All unknown to him.
Midgardsormr fell inwardly apart when she hugged him tightly.
His face was forcefully pressed against her neck with these petite arms. Soft, tense hands gripped meanwhile into his hair as well as shoulders; stimulating all fibers she touched like this.
Oh dear Mothercrystal... What was this girl even doing to him...? And that idiosyncratic vessel... Why was it influencing him so much...? Why did that mortal shell alter ALL intentions he had towards the maiden...? If everything manipulating him didn't stop soon it's diabolical work... He... He would lose his mind... He wouldn't be able to control anymore these ugly, selfish feelings crawling underneath his draconic instincts...
The desire would entirely consume him...
Huffing desperately with reddish cheeks, he pressed the yearning forceful into oblivion.
Midgardsormr pulled Cecilia slowly from his head; gently in every touch. "I'm not missing this part of mine. Not... a lot, at least." the dragon told her with an embarrassed smile while his skin must be way too discolored for being unsuspicious. She tilted her head to the left shoulder; studying him, which made 'Midge' chuckle affectionate because of the worry in her eyes.
Now, it was him who cupped the hands around the others face – endearingly and with tender fingers seeking for her flesh plus scales. Cecilia blushed slightly, yet there was still this concern in her gaze that he couldn't ignore.
Caressing her face's right half, Midgardsormr promised: "It's okay to be no longer the wild creature I was once in the past. If my instincts were in charge as they had been back then, the two of us couldn't be here like this. I would see you as a meal – if not even just a snack – instead of a being worth of my trust and sympathy. I wouldn't... … ...feel connected to you."
Her eyes reflected for a moment the sun's light as if they were shining on their own. The view was more beautiful than anything else he had witnessed so far when it came to the Au Ra... Meanwhile, Cecilia's right hand wandered up to his left; holding it firmly yet lovingly. After a few seconds in this position, she turned her head minimal – placing a long kiss into his palm.
Inhaling the gesture deeply with closed lids, Midgardsormr allowed the moment to leisurely pass by before he suggested to continue fishing in order to return to normality.
~C~
Well-known, sharp air cut into his face. White flakes fell soundless onto his head.
Ah yes, 'Midge' couldn't pretend to have missed Coerthas' atmosphere in any aspect...
Nevertheless, a smile spread over his mien as he watched next to him the maiden with her mount. Edgar appeared proud to carry his master back to the Holy City – and Cecilia was not less pleased to have completely recovered. After a short airship-ride from Limsa to Gridania and one last check of her health by an Elezen-Conjurer, the girl must feel very delighted to live again as the adventurer she used to be.
When they reached the huge gate – dismounted both white bird plus Markab – the disguised dragon could see pure joy as well as satisfaction in her eyes to finally behold Ishgard's stonewalls again. Watching her mien like this had an enchanting effect on him... No heart could be cold enough to ignore such innocence.
With that, he let the maiden walk ahead; pleased by simply attending her return. There was nothing about this moment which Midgardsormr would be able to regret in any way. Not even while... Nidhogg's threat remained in the back of his head, no. The tranquility which the Primogenitor felt couldn't be disturbed. It might be naive, but... For today, 'Midge' would only focus on her happiness. As one of the last occasions to celebrate their peaceful companionship wholeheartedly.
Cecilia went the long route to the guesthouse.
She wasn't in a hurry, obviously. Although... Her gaze turned a few times around to make sure that the Methuselah was still there. Mentioned dragon in a Hyur-vessel found her worry amusing, thus he barely kept an awful grin down. Typically unbelievable or rather odd, this very situation...
Why the Raen cared so much for his presence, the antique being did truly not know. Parasitic like he had been in his former vessel – unable to take care of stomach as well as temperature on his own – she should be glad to have no longer any reason for feeling responsible for his condition. However, it rather appeared like the Au Ra would never stop doing so...
Something caught 'Midge's' attention when they were close to their destination. Someone...
A familiar dark armor stood in front of the old fountain; with the backside turned to their direction. Cecilia saw it as well, hence her speed accelerated a little bit. The pleased smile on her lips mixed with astonishment reminded him of the day they had entered Ishgard together for the first time... 'Midge' felt like having a déjàvu in this very moment... After all, the initial companion of hers they had back then met in this Holy City was now once more the first person to be seen. Albeit this time, it was not the Elezen who surprised his comrade with a sudden greeting.
"Hey there." the maiden called friendly – causing the Azure Knight to jerk almost unnoticeable before he turned nonchalantly around. "Cec?" ,Estinien seemed still taken off guard by her presence as his voice wasn't completely steady, "How come I didn't hear you would return? Was your brother hiding that knowledge from me...?" Cecilia chuckled with closed lids before she replied: "Hehe, no, I haven't told anybody about my plan. It was meant to be a surprise."
While the Raen approached her friend, the 'Hyur' stayed for a moment where he was.
Watching the Elezen's mien as much as that helmet allowed, Midgardsormr concluded this arrogant, mocking smile hid something else, thus he came also closer. The Dragoon beheld both returners with attentive eyes – in a way similar to an animal which watched its predator from save distance. There was worry the dragon-father could see underneath the metal, albeit most of it was directed towards the maiden. As if... slowly emerging danger loomed over her head. Something that Estinien feared and wanted to keep away from her... These eyes colored in both steel and sapphire couldn't fool the Methuselah at this point.
"I hope you weren't causing some extra trouble for this junior-hero here. After all, your lover-boy had already enough nuisances to endure in the last weeks." the Azure Knight stated down-to-earth. The Au Ra chuckled amused – earning a loud clicking of Estinien's tongue. Not, that this sign of disapproval could darken her happiness at all.
Smiling gently like the Raen, 'Midge' ignored that spiteful nickname in favor of uttering calmly: "She was a well-behaved patient. There's no need to worry about me." "If you say so. But people on cloud nine do usually not realize any misdeeds, on the other hand." the Elezen muttered, whereby Cecilia knocked offended against his chest-armor with a pouting expression.
Actually, Midgardsormr knew Estinien tried to brighten their mood. The dragon did just not know, why her ally needed a lighter atmosphere. But according to the expression his helmet couldn't hide completely, the Dragoon was already preparing himself for delivering bad news.
Inhaling quickly, Estinien said: "Cec, the two of you are lucky to come not later back. Your brother and the others were planning to leave Ishgard today. Even that Scion-child will accompany them." Oha, this sounded indeed not good. And the ill feeling in Midgardsormr's stomach was foretelling something horrible... "What did happen?" the maiden asked with raised brows; like the old dragon on high alert.
"Well, looks like Nidhogg himself will strike soon. He's loosing patience... Nobody told you, hm? He attacked a few knights in Western Coerthas. They probably won't survive."
Cecilia frowned while 'Midge' closed his lids – aware the peaceful moments were coming to an end. His son had decided to start the real war; a kind of terror the maiden would now have to witness as no coma nor physical weakness were holding her back anymore.
Sighing muted, Estinien added: "Anyways... Erik and the boy seek still for diplomatic solutions, which is why they tried to get Aymeric's approval for a journey to the Churning Mists. Last straw, so to speak... Alphinaud wants to talk with Nidhogg's brother – hoping Hraesvelgr could help out. Though I doubt there will be any success, I decided to accompany your friends. At least with me being present, Aymeric allowed this suicidal undertaking of the Warriors plus the child."
What an idea... Midgardsormr's awful humor wanted to burst out into dry laughing.
Such hopeless action wouldn't convince his depressive son of aiding humankind once more. Hraesvelgr was sick of even seeing mortal faces since Ratatoskr's horrible death, so how could he be in any way a good choice for one last social reasoning... As consumed as Nidhogg was by wrath, as much was his brother lost to despair...
Cecilia shook slightly her head. This motion lasted for a few seconds... Something about the plan wasn't to her liking, although this naivety should normally be appealing to the Au Ra.
"It's not directly suicidal, but... How do they even plan reach that area? As much as I know about it, the dragons of the Dravanian Forelands don't let humans climb up that huge mountain, Sohm Al." Estinien gave a sound similar to hissing before he replied unwillingly: "Alphinaud suggested to ask Lady Iceheart for support."
In earnest? The plan involved a heretic? Above all the one who was the biggest thorn in the flesh of all Inquisitors? Now it was truly a hilarious project, though not funny thanks to its seriousness.
The maiden folded her arms: "I'm not sure Ysayle could trust anybody of you guys enough to even consider this plan. All of you guys have blood of her protégés on the hands." She snorted lowly; frustration all over her face. But as she fell without warning silent, Estinien tapped eventually against her right shoulder. "You think it could work when you're with us, huh?" the Azure Knight followed her train of thoughts.
This was an option, indeed. Cecilia's oddness COULD be a key for gaining Ysayle's trust...
"Probably, yes. But with nobody informing me about this journey, I guess Erik does not want me to come with you." Scratching the nape of his neck, the Elezen noticed: "He knows how you feel about killing dragons. And we can't ignore the possibility to fight several of them in order to even reach Hraesvelgr's domain. Actually, I'm more against the idea of taking you with us than he is... But even I wouldn't want to leave you behind. So... If you like to join us, I'll bring you to the place where the others are right now."
Estinien offered an open right hand to her – startling Cecilia as well as 'Midge' with this gesture.
It would resemble Haurchefant's gallant behavior, but surely not the stoic nature of this elf here... Yet, said armored hand reached patiently out for the Raen. Accompanied by a calm expression underneath the helmet. Hah... Who would have thought the Azure Knight was able to allow himself willingly a soft spot; in the midst of Ishgard, above all. If this sentiment didn't count as weakness for the Eye to feet on, it was either a flat feeling without any importance or a strong emotion which the dark wyrm's will simply couldn't touch.
The maiden hesitated. Gave a side-glance at the 'Hyur', who knew she didn't want him to see any of these possible combats. But he wasn't fragile; he knew that his grandchildren could die every day – if their ancestor watched it or not. Therefore, Midgardsormr assured Cecilia with a silent nodding, that he was determined to accompany her path no matter where it would go to.
Looking back at her companion, the Au Ra seemed to stop breathing for a moment. Then, she put her hand onto Estinien's palm; immediately not liking the contact. Her agonized expression was entirely visible; it became worse as the knight softly framed the back of her hand with his fingers. But it wasn't only aversion which caused her mien to appear so gloomy. Mainly, it hurt her to always suppress their friendship with pure force – Midgardsormr could feel this.
And according to Estinien's tiny, sad smile, both mortals suffered deeply under Cecilia's decision.
~C~
The other Warriors of Light and Alphinaud were in the Astrology-guild.
Staying there seemed predictable, although 'Midge' doubted the majority of magicians was happy about the visit. With so many people waltzing into their building without proper reason for doing it, no one could really blame the members for finding it unacceptable. Albeit Annika, Carlos and the teenager were of course capable of casting spells, they had never shown interest into Astrology, whereby even their presence must be annoying for the native mages.
Midgardsormr could see the disdain in the eyes of two older Astrologians who stood right before building's entry. They appeared considerably indignant once Estinien reached their field of vision; the silent complaint in their gazes was as loud as if they had yelled at him.
However, the mages mildened their expressions when they saw 'Midge'. His lack of magical talent had become common knowledge, but the same counted also for his curiosity considering their area of expertise. With that, he was some kind of favorite patient – and enjoyed therefore to be treated like a newcomer-Astrologian instead of miming an annoying stranger.
Yet, the true reason to lose their anger, naturally, wasn't him.
In the very moment they noticed Cecilia right behind the new 'Dragoon', both Elezen were beaming like children. Although a snobbish behavior was usually beclouding this very fact, every single man and woman of the guild had nevertheless grown attached to Augustine's fellow Raen. Thus, to see mentioned girl now save and sound – after so many days had passed – was without difficulty slapping the arrogance from their faces plus minds.
Passing these two, Midgardsormr couldn't think bad of them.
He should condemn their mental weakness, but who was 'Midge' anyways to deserve such right while he himself could not refuse the magnetism the maiden had on him...
Cecilia's allies stood in a private corner of the guild.
Just as expected, they were right about to say goodbye to Augustine. Though not only to her... Haurchefant and Tataru were also present – seemingly in order to save time for the undertaking. Perhaps Nidhogg's recent actions had more impact on the normally unperturbed adventurers plus the young scholar than Midgardsormr could have imagined...
"You're really a 'formidable' brother for keeping our journey a secret, Erik. Who again was so stupid to make you the leader of this little brigade here? I'd honestly like to give that guy my own two Gil, if you don't mind." the Azure Knight said loudly while he was the first one to approach the group.
Grumbling, the Marauder payed attention to his big-mouthed friend: "Estinien, when you claim to NOT like farewells, make next time sure to stick to your words! You impolite knight are-"
In this very moment, Erik's eyes found right behind mentioned Elezen the Raen who gazed now at her personal brother with raised brows. While all words failed the Midlander – and everybody else noticed Cecilia – the Dragoon questioned: "What about me impolite knight? Don't like it that I ruin your party for the sake of Cec?"
Maybe the Dragoon had still some cynical words to spread, but Tammy and Bertram cut in on them: "Ceci! You're healthy again! Thank goodness!" Both Miqo'te and Roegadyn quasi jumped at her; hugging the Raen tightly as if there was no tomorrow. "Well, so much for that..." Estinien mumbled; not truly minding the interruption as he watched them with a small grin on his thin lips.
Once the motherly and fatherly Warriors were done, her personal brother was next to pull Cecilia into his arms; followed by the good Fortemps-knight plus her fellow Au Ra. Other than them, Carlos saved face when he simply nodded in approval, although 'Midge' could tell Estinien's cousin would have enjoyed an embrace. And both Annika as well as Tataru simply didn't dare to throw their tiny bodies at Cecilia since a tearful teenager found now the courage to do so.
"I wanted to surprise you, but it looks like the real astonishment was meant for me." ,the archmage stated minimal embarrassed after Alphinaud was done with almost choking her, "I'm not directly mad about your decision to not inform me about your plan, but... You could at least have told me, that Nidhogg himself attacks now people so close to Ishgard."
Her words made everybody but Estinien look guiltily at Cecilia.
Erik possessed the strongest sorrow, which was why he was still incapable of talking.
"No, no, we didn't want to exclude you! Please believe me." ,the young scholar hastily explained, "It's just... We would have put pressure onto your shoulders if you knew about Nidhogg's activities. With your strong sense of justice, it was clear to us that you would leave La Noscea immediately – whether or not you had recovered in this moment. Thus, we kept our mouths shut..."
Annika agreed when Alphinaud lost his courage under the Raen's unsettled gaze: "He's right. For us, the most important thing was your health. Upsetting you went against our will, but it was necessary as we couldn't count on such fast recovery. But since that did actually happen, we surely will need your help now to convince Lady Iceheart of our good intentions. Without you, our chances aren't very high."
The maiden had still not entirely overcome the slight betrayal.
But surprisingly, Carlos added to the Lalafell's statement: "What she means is, that you're probably the only reason for Iceheart to support us. Of course Midge has also never slayed a dragon so far, but he's not famous for being a peaceful dreamer like you are. Many people of Ishgard hate you for the decision to never kill their enemies – and with that, you appear far more sympathetic in the eyes of all heretics than the rest of us. We would be fools for even trying without your presence."
Strange... The Blackmage's declaration resembled Estinien's manner of speech.
To make it more clear, their relation by blood was more than noticeable.
However, Carlos' voice sounded much more velvety. And his sentences carried a positive vibe which his cousin never managed to reach. In other words...
This Elezen had instantly brightened Cecilia's mood.
With that, her other friends were now more than eager to make sure, that she wouldn't feel again like an unwanted member of the small union: "With you, dear sister, I wouldn't even dare to dream of a future. So you can believe me, that I would never want to venture to the dragons without you by my side." "Yeah, Erik is right. Together, we'll find a peaceful possibility to end this war!" ,Tammy interrupted optimistically, "There's no way in hell we will fail our mission!" "Haha, indeed, we as a team are unstoppable. Let's hammer some sense of harmony into these prehistoric creatures, I say. It's now or never!" Bertram shared the Miqo'te's enthusiasm.
What a bunch of naive idiots they were...
A group that Midgardsormr had allowed to become dear to him without even noticing.
Unfortunately, he wasn't allowed to relish in their silly conversation. Something distracted him from the heartwarming reunion – a spark of energy coming from the Eye. The increasing dark glow – invisible for normal humans – was stinging and unpleasant; a nuisance for its bearer.
Although mentioned man's reaction was only for a short moment present, Estinien clenched his jaw nevertheless tightly. Thus, it was clear to the father of dragon-kind, that his son was once more torturing the Azure Knight with fullest pleasure.
But... Obviously not only him, as suddenly a derisive voice mumbled into the Methuselah's mind: 'Are they not amusing...? With this stubborn Dragoon around them, all their plans lay open to me like an ordinary book without a lock. I wonder why they willingly take the risk or rather demise to have my cynical pawn around.'
Midgardsormr glared at the Eye.
He could feel its gaze even while it was hidden in Estinien's possession... The malicious expression that thing was able to make without lids would always provoke him. Had his son decided to speak not a single word with the dragon-father, that gaze alone should suffice to transmit his fleer.
Annoyed by Nidhogg's impertinence to disturb this moment, the Primogenitor gave a deep growl. 'Thou hast no right to watch their reunion. No right to judge their decisions. Their path is their own to choose. Not thy responsibility to take. Leave them alone. NOW.' he ordered highly angered.
A threat loomed in the Methuselah's voice that not even the self-confident dark wyrm could ignore. A threat powerful enough to forcefully end the mental connection if the pressure would have been a bit stronger.
It felt like Nidhogg unwillingly bowed to him; hissing with disapproval. Then, the crestfallen son snarled quietly: 'I will... But thou art also not meant to be here. Do not forget this.'
If Midgardsormr had physically been able to, he would have shattered the next-best wall.
~C~
Unaware of Nidhogg's sardonic words, the jolly group left the Astrology-guild.
It was time to go, obviously, as Haurchefant and Tataru refrained slightly from the visionaries. Gazes turned to the ground, the atmosphere of departure made both knight and secretary doleful – something 'Midge' could just too well sympathize with. He himself... gradually started to mourn those small freedom he had found within the life of an ordinary adventurer.
Yet, Augustine demonstrated one last cheekiness to brighten the mood. A question no one would have expected to happen: "Hey Ceci, how serious have you two lovebirds been so far?"
The maiden stared at her friend with widened eyes; Midgardsormr did the very same. However, Augustine's curiosity dumbfounded the other mortals as well – everybody blushed to hear such straightforwardness. Alphinaud, first of all, turned a deep red. More than Tataru, Annika and Tammy together, though the women should be in general more sensitive to such topics than males. One could even have imagined steam coming from his head thanks to the intense color.
Huh... The teenage-scholar truly was an innocent child when it was for these things... Amusing. Very amusing. Especially, since he was Cecilia's favorite ally. Midgardsormr's spiteful humor plus awful selfishness rejoiced to see how inadequate the boy was, albeit the dragon-father still considered him as an acceptable companion.
Anyways, mentioned Raen finally answered to Augustine's question: "We're taking things slow. There are still many activities left to do for us. Many first times. But... we spend every minute with each other. And cuddle a lot. Even Merlwyb commended us on our romantic relationship."
The mortals were immediately fond of the maiden's report.
Midgardsormr, on the other hand, was close to dying.
He couldn't believe it... Cecilia continued Erik's lie instead of ending it... She knew how 'Midge' felt about falsehoods. Knew he wanted to get rid of this building of lies...! And she had even claimed to detest fabrications herself! It should be her first priority to set things right... Nevertheless, she told her friends something else! Spoke straightforward of these things which had already encouraged Limsa's inhabitants to misinterpret their connection. And gave her sentimental comrades hope where no hope existed at all.
But... B-But...! With all the aversion in the vessel's chest... there was a tiny part which was different. A part of his heart that became big and proud once it heard her explanation. A piece which... selfishly yearned for her affection.
While her other friends seemed dazzled by the insight – even the Dragoon with that sharp tongue stayed silent with an almost dreamily expression – Augustine boomed happily: "Very good to hear! I'm so glad everything is fine between you two! Hehe, then there's no need to worry when you travel to the Churning Mists. BUT...! When you're not yet deep into the real fun of a young couple... I'll play for once a thief like Haurchy did before! That would just be fair."
"Seriously? That's stupid. It wasn't willful-" the archmage was about to say with an upset mien – seeking for justifying Haurchefant's kiss back then when she had woken up – but her erratic friend didn't let her complain. Augustine quickly put the hands onto Cecilia's cheeks plus pressed the lips onto her petal-exemplars before any more words could leave her mouth.
Everybody stared shocked at the stolen kiss. A kiss that lasted instead of being immediately broken. A kiss... obviously able to gain Cecilia's approval as she gave reluctantly in with closed lids.
From the corners of his eyes, 'Midge' saw Alphinaud being about to faint with a cherry-red head. Saw Haurchefant's mien beclouding because of some kind of jealousy. These two things triggered Midgardsormr's malicious joy; were the only things which kept the Methuselah himself away from being drowned by a flood of sentiments.
His maiden seemed to have forgotten everything else. She wasn't completely replying to the kiss, though. It was rather... as if she fantasized about something which the physical contact was only barely able to mimic. As if... her friend's affection was a means to an end for emotions hidden from the rest of the world...
The dragon shuddered when Augustine withdrew; the sight of their outreached tongues unbearable. He couldn't name the impulse which twitched piercingly through his system, but it was even without an appellation almost driving him crazy...
"No need to be jealous. Here you go, Midge!" the Astrologian trilled and hopped at the 'Hyur'.
Everybody's jaws including Cecilia's dropped open.
They watched when Augustine entangled his neck with her arms. Watched as she pressed her chest against his own. And watched when she kissed him directly on the lips. But... none of the humans could nearly be as confused, surprised or overwhelmed as the disguised father of dragon-kind himself was in this very instant.
Ah... Even in the period of peace... no mortal had dared to do any of these things to him. None of these personal, affectionate gestures which Cecilia usually did... Yet, Augustine's undertaking now... was even more impudence than his humane favorite possessed... It was... maddening.
He didn't want her to do this. Didn't want any mortal to touch him like this. Panic rushed through his veins as the Astrologian's lips moved on his own. If he hadn't been disguised right now, Midgardsormr would have bitten her; with fangs able to rip the flesh from Augustine's face.
But as his torn-open eyes happened to glimpse at the appalled Raen...
He remembered how much these two Au Ra resembled each other. Recalled that Augustine looked like a second Cecilia with just another tail-shape, more facial scales and extreme long hair plus eyes in antique-pink color. And once that thought overlapped his draconic instincts...
The Methuselah was consumed by deep yearning.
He didn't fight when the Astrologian gave him the same kiss she had shared before with his maiden. Eyes shut, he let her have his mouth; his tongue. Once Augustine touched all she was able to reach, his head lost noticeable blood as it wandered downwards. Making room for slight hallucinations. The dragon trembled inwardly when he imagined how it might be if Cecilia would do this to him... A muted groan was barely held back in order to not reveal his growing, forbidden desire.
Desire solely meant for the maiden...
While she let go of him, Augustine looked like she was upset by his missing reaction – as if he had insulted her. The following sulking words emphasized this impression: "Buuuh, am I so bad compared to Ceci? You weren't answering at all."
Actually, this wasn't true... He was just not responding to the wrong Au Ra.
His vessel felt shaky as the mortals were busy with half-heartedly rebuking the cheeky Astrologian. While Cecilia slightly slapped the back of Augustine's head, Midgardsormr was barely able to move his stilts which were out of control. He just marginally noticed Annika's big speech about morales, since his ears were distracted by loudest pulse. And when Haurchefant put the protesting Au Ra over his shoulder plus scolded her chuckling as if she had been a misbehaving child, the dragon couldn't enjoy the punishment because of an ill sentiment...
He couldn't think straight because electricity ran through his stomach plus lap. This prickling – together with his heartbeat – became worse as the maiden suddenly stood by his side; touching his left arm. She looked at him with worry in the odd-colored eyes. A hint of guilt within them, even... Every anger she originally bore towards Augustine was forgotten. Her friends were still focused on the naughty magician, but for Cecilia counted now only 'Midge' – and this over-strained him. Intensified the longing...
For a moment, he was close to beg for mercy. To ask if she would still his desire. Or... was tempted to grip her face. To claim these beautiful lips for himself... But even with a mortal vessel, he was nevertheless a dragon who had seen what happened when a human and one of his kind were close – and he didn't possess the strength to even try such hopeless link himself.
With desperation; face burning under his chaotic feelings, Midgardsormr stared at the young Raen. He pulled Cecilia's hand from his arm and – while his fingers pressed a little too much into her palm – whispered helpless: "Please... do not touch me now..."
She beheld him as if he had broken her heart.
~C~
Three hours later.
One of the rare afternoons when Western Coerthas saw sunny weather... Who would have thought, that this hazard would come in handy.
Erik and Alphinaud had yesterday contacted a heretic – none of the extremists – with the intention to hold today a meeting; right in the midst of the icy wasteland. Despite initial doubts, the stranger appeared dutifully to the clock-time-adjustment they had arranged. Willing to talk about whatever the Warriors plus their companions wanted to discuss.
The group described their plan roughly, which earned at first strong skepticism. But once the idea settled down in the Hyur's head, he agreed to call his boss in order to give them at least a chance. The man used smoke-signals – a combination only Lady Iceheart knew – and stayed with them until the Elezen appeared. After he bid farewell, Ysayle wanted to know why Ishgard's newest heroes were interested into conversing with her. She demonstrated obvious distrust; arms protective folded under the chest.
For both Erik and Estinien, it wasn't easy to exculpate themselves alias their role in the undertaking. Ysayle didn't mind the sunshiny, calm Bertram, who – as a Paladin – did protect things plus people. She was also not too worried about Carlos as well as Tammy, since these two were rather famous for attacking people, wild animals and monsters. But the gruff Marauder and stoic Azure Dragoon were two persons she actually didn't want to trust.
It was for Annika and Alphinaud – probably Cecilia at the most – that Lady Iceheart reflected earnestly on the matter. The three convinced her of their peaceful intention; that they wouldn't harm any dragon who was friends with Ysayle. No one, who belonged to Hraesvelgr's brood, should have a reason to fear them. Furthermore, the trio promised with severe, honest words, to fight only against those 'pangolins' related to Nidhogg – and that they would only do so if necessary.
Once everyone else including 'Midge' – though that was from his point of view really not necessary – had sworn to obey these rules, Lady Iceheart finally agreed to supporting them.
Uh... That feeling...
Without any warning, Midgardsormr could sense it... Could sense, how one of Hydaelyn's crystals which his maiden carried regained its pure shine. This occurring meant nothing else but a wonder the father of dragon-kind didn't have expected to happen anymore...
The mortals noticed nothing. Well, of course not... They weren't bound to Cecilia like he was. Above all, she didn't act like anything would be different. So, instead of marveling the miracle which happened right amongst them, the group ignorantly decided to travel as soon as possible to the Dravanian Forelands.
Erik and Ysayle walked ahead; quickly followed by everybody else but 'Midge'.
Staying behind was probably no good idea... But the dragon was too petrified by his fresh discovery as if he could move forward. His mind – soaked with several emotions – was overreacting. It circled around several thoughts: 'To slacken my grip around your light, even when it is just a little bit... Remarkable. Your adamant will grants you extraordinary strength. But will that be enough? … Probably you do not know, how meaningful this little accomplishment is... Wrath lay in my action. The selfish sentiment is the reason why all struggle against my seal seemed useless so far. Aah... Forgive me... If I would only know, how to properly apologize... How to pay for my mistake. I... shouldn't have doubted you. Should not have taken your gift away...'
Cecilia turned suddenly around. Looked at him as if she had heard his thoughts. Her expression was a mixture of seriousness as well as sadness – the later was incomprehensible for him.
She came to his left; hesitantly gripping the vessel's arm with both exemplars she had gotten.
As a hint of desperation slipped over her face, Midgardsormr realized she was worried if he might still be unable to bear her touch. Lowering his lids, he listened when she said quietly: "The Echo wasn't a talent I possessed back then at home. Just like I told you... In my opinion, it's a useful thing to have visions and understand strange languages, but that's all. It used to be an odd extra of Eorzea; not more. … What I am truly concerned with... is your faith into me. If you think I do not deserve it anymore because of keeping up the lie."
A tender smile flitted over his lips.
Was she really not reading his mind? It was always so unbelievable, how perfectly she could understand his troubles... Had she been one of his kind, it would appear much more natural when she grasped his thoughts easily. Au Ra seemed a lot like his species, but with their mortality as well as characteristics, he couldn't count on such general resemblance. She must really be special...
He gently pulled her arms from his own in order to hold her hands.
Then, the disguised dragon began walking. Cecilia gazed confused at him while she was forced to move as well – both crystal and jewel were silently telling him how much his behavior irritated her. After he had settled for only holding her left hand in order to follow the rest of the group without any difficulties, the Methuselah mumbled: "As I do not condemn you, I am still able to trust you. It's not my right to despise your action, furthermore. Even while the rest of me wants to get rid of Erik's lie... there's a part of me... that simply can't erase it."
Her over-strained gaze was quite amusing, yet he didn't allow himself more than a muted chuckle. After all, he must feel shame because of his own oddness... To be unable to wish entirely for the falsehood's end was a fact that – once he thought about it – should have an immense impact on him. It definitely left a strong impression on the maiden, after all. But all the Methuselah could do was feeling minimal nervousness deep down in his core. Not more. His draconic instincts lost terribly when they tried to tell him to be frightened by his inadequate reaction.
The dragon shook his conscience off. Payed once more attention to the Raen.
Cecilia's worried eyes tickled his playfulness, thus he squeezed her hand with a bold expression. Hah... When she saw so much through him... Might she know...? Know, that Midgardsormr – when he allowed himself this luxury – was completely absorbed by happiness because of the connection the two of them shared with each other? Her heavy concern at least would match this theory...
And obviously... the ancient being wasn't only seeing things. Though once she opened her mouth, his pertness vanished. "Don't dare to focus on this temporary good mood. It's not the real deal..." ,Cecilia muttered gloomily, "Because of all these obstacles... Because staying with me forces you to do many things you originally couldn't undertake no matter what... You're becoming someone you didn't want to be. I'm unwillingly forcing my worldview upon you... Therefore, get this stupid bliss away from your visage. Better hate me for holding on to our fake-relationship."
A faint smile spread over his lips. Became wider as he listened to her anger.
Oh, how much she expressed feelings like a true dragon... Too impolite towards the Primogenitor, but still just as his own race... He caressed the back of her hand when he replied: "My sentiment is very true. For the simple reason that... I know you just want to protect me. Like Erik did before. So... How could I hate you... How could I punish you for following your big heart... Cecilia, listen... As long as this travel lasts... I'll continue to endure the embarrassing fabrication. Doing that... shouldn't be all too problematic. Because..."
Midgardsormr paused for a moment. Scrutinized the maiden attentively in order to see, if she wouldn't disdain him should he tell her about his chaotic sentiments... Her face was still beclouded by frustration. About the fault which belonged onto her shoulders; according to this sense of justice she owned... The maiden waited for him to continue, yet didn't consider forgiving herself...
Well, it was probably indeed a good idea to distract her.
That decision being made, he shrived with an affectionate smile: "There's a greedy part of mine... which selfishly wants to hide you from everything else in this world. Every other being but me. That single piece of my darkest desires... wants you to focus all your pure impulses onto me alone. It could... one day have the power to make me embrace whatever role you might wish me to have. Be it a servant... A slave... A brother... Or a friend... I fear I... would even accept to be your enemy... if that only justified to feel your purest emotions. And unrestricted touches... If it was you who would want to kill me... I would welcome it."
When she studied him with deep shock – quickly replaced by sorrow as well as agony – he smiled just in sad manner at her. Knowing, that she felt anxiety by the simple imagination to take his life... But that was what his heart told him openly...
His life lay to her feet – his protective instincts loomed over her head. Midgardsormr was willing to pay for his selfish mistake with simply every fiber his existence was left with. He had imprisoned her light, yet it was him who was now chained to the other one. Cecilia had become his mistress – in a way Hydaelyn would never be for the Methuselah.
He could no longer deny it.
His loyalty belonged to the mortal maiden.
Cecilia cleared her throat: "I'm not going to grant you any suicidal wishes... Just to make that clear. If you're sick of existing, you can take care of that by yourself. But... Although we had this topic already once... If I... could keep you as... MY dragon... no matter what happens... That would be all I demand of you. … Be my dragon. Forever."
A cascade of warmest prickling rushed through his spine. The blissful 'Yes.' he wanted to give her was held down by the naive, beautiful joy she made him experience. So instead of this, he leaned over to her head and placed a gentle kiss onto her left temple. The reddish hue which her cheeks took now let him sigh in satisfaction.
While they caught up with her friends; walked hand in hand behind them, a motion of her very soul left him puzzled. The Raen's suddenly determined expression emphasized additionally, that he was interpreting the wave correctly... She treated all his feelings like a treasure worth to be defended in the Dragonsong War. All his worries towards his descendants... and every hope he began to carry since the day she visited him on the Agrius.
Touched by this resolution, Midgardsormr squeezed Cecilia's hand tightly.
"I adore you." he whispered breathless. Making her blush deep red under his loving gaze.
