A.N. This story isn't going to end anytime soon, so don't worry!
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Sær is frozen.
Priscilla lays bound, a scaling knife at her neck. Upon flinging open the doors and seeing Seath ready to descale her, time had slowed, and Sær's thoughts stopped.
Priscilla had been shunned her whole life, told she was an abomination, locked away to hide her from those who would harm her out of fear. And now her own father was trying to rob her of what few scales she had.
Sær snaps.
He casts a wind spell and hurls his scythe-staff, the gale propelling it forward into Seath's chest. He roars, reeling back and clutching his chest as the scaling knife falls from his grasp. Sær snatches up Priscilla's Lifehunt scythe and with four deft swings, he severs her shackles.
"Priscilla! Magic!"
She nods, and with a flourish she sends a gust of damaging magic powder from her mouth. Sær puts the Lifehunt scythe in her hand, and with no hesitation, pushes the blade into himself. The life flows from him to Priscilla, turning her already impressive magic storm into a hurricane. Sær chugs estus to replenish his life essence, only to give it to Priscilla.
Once he is sure she has enough, he darts away. Seath has recovered, pushing his way forward towards Priscilla. With a roar, Sær dashes up his arm, grasping his twin broadswords and flowing his magic into them to restart their lightning enchantment. The bolts spark to life, wreathing both him and Seath in electricity.
Sær plummets towards the ground, but Priscilla catches him easily. Their eyes meet, and without a word they both put a plan into action. Sær grasps her scythe, putting his feet on the blade. With a shout, Priscilla heaves and swings the scythe round and round, her tail flailing around with her. She lets go, and Sær, now airborne, grasps the scythe normally. With a vengeful scream, he swings the scythe downward, straight through the scale-less monstrosity.
Seath roars. His body, now mortally wounded, starts to dissapate into a mass of souls. "No... My knowledge...I made her... Those scales are mine... Mine... Miiiiiiiine!"
His final word stretches out into an mournful wail. Souls flow en masse into Priscilla, Saer subtly nudging his portion into her in his stead.
She dashes to him and envelopes him in a great big dragon-hug. "Thank you," she whispers. Sær responds by nuzzling into her chest, sighing contentedly.
Suddenly, Sær feels a warm, viscous liquid plop down on his head. He feels it with his hand, then looks up. Priscilla is drooling on him, staring at his bare chest. "Priscilla..." He chides. She doesn't seem to hear him.
"Priscilla!" He reaches up to poke her on the chin. She flinches, appearing to snap out of her daze. "Y-Yes, my l- darling?" She sets him down. "You were being a little obvious there," he scolds. He hastily puts on the raggedy shirt of a fallen adventurer.
"I- Um, I'm sorry, it's just, I've n-never seen a boy, l-like that, and you're always covered up and you looked good andilikeyouandmyheartbeatsreallyfast-"
"Okay, okay!" Sær stops her before she starts hyperventilating. "We're... T-together, so, it's okay to, um... look..." He pauses. Was it? He barely remembered his own name, so knowing the courting customs of Lordran was beyond his grasp. "Anyway, l-lets go," he stammers, hastily changing the subject.
"Go? Go where?" Priscilla tilts her head as her tail presses against her cheek.
"Home, you silly dragon," Sær replies. "Our home."
"Ours?" Priscilla inquires.
"Yes, ours. Unless you would rather sleep here."
"Oh please," Priscilla scoffs. "We both know you could never sleep without clinging to me." Sær grits his teeth, knowing that she's right. Already he cannot imagine life without the crossbreed. The thought of sleeping on the ground, alone, cold, with no one to hold, no gentle breathing under him... He shudders. How horrible! How can anyone live without a Priscilla?
Said beauty scoops him up and breaks into a run. Despite himself, Sær bites back his protests and cuddles up to her chest, the Lifedrain from earlier taken his wakefulness right out of him.
The last sound Sær hears before sleep takes him is the rapid heartbeat of his darling crossbreed.
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Before Sær had gained the ability to flit between the bonfires, traveling through Lordran would take days at a brisk pace.
With a fluffy carriage like Priscilla, it took hours. She dashed through groups of enemies, jumped roadblocks, and took routes inaccessible to any normal person. At first, Sær was worried she was exhausting herself, carrying him and taking no breaks. Priscilla put his mind at ease, though; dragons have incredibly powerful and efficient lungs. They must, as the air is thinner in the sky.
"Besides," she says, "I am much stronger than you.
"Thats not true!"
"Oh?" She smirks, tossing him up and away as hard as she can. Sær trails off into the sky, and Priscilla dashes forth to catch him. He lands in her arms with a THUD, panting and clutching to Priscilla's chest in fear and shock. Despite herself, she giggles at how cute Sær is when he's scared. Perhaps she would do this more often...
Firelink shrine looms in the distance, It's mass of crumbling arches brightly lit in the midday sun. Priscilla sucks in a breath.
Sær rubs his head sheepishly. "It's not much, but-"
"It's perfect," Priscilla breathes, turning to face him. "Oh darling, it's perfect!" She squeals, hugging him tightly.
Sær blushes. "Well, save your excitement for a bit. I don't-"
"Then we'll make one," Priscilla interrupts. "With my help, we can make a home in days."
"How did you-"
"Know that you don't have a house? Please, darling. You are so painfully simple that it's a wonder you could snag a beauty like me."
"Yes, I know," Sær says sadly. He was well aware of how fortunate he was to have her.
"Come, cheer up! I was only jesting!" She kisses him on the cheek, pausing to lightly lick his ear. Before Sær can comment, She skips down the hill to their new home, singing all the while.
"Darling, darling
Smaller than a starling
Darling, darling
Won't you press close?
Darling, darling
For your love I'm starving
Darling, darling
Oh, how our love grows.
Though I may be taller
Our love is no smaller
Darling, darling
To you this joy I owe.
Though I may be stronger
Our love will last longer
Darling, darling
It will never fade, no.
And I know you love me
From the way you look-see
But from your lips I'll hear it,
To my ear, go near it
Darling, darling
Do you~ Love~ Me?"
Sær leans in close, hips lips barely grazing Priscilla's ear.
"Lovely, lovely
Your fur white as a dove to me
Lovely, lovely
Without you I'm a mess.
Lovely, lovely
You've ensnared me so wholeheartedly
Lovely, lovely
The answer's always yes.
Lovely, lovely
I love how you sing prettily
Lovely, lovely
I~ Love~ You."