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The Forever King
She stood there on the windowsill for a moment, letting the wind embrace her -looking out at the ocean beyond the city and the way the light shimmered atop it. Pondering the feeling of free fall. Of flying. And his tail, as it swayed before her.
It was with hands that still trembled with hesitance that she grabbed hold of the appendage. Her grip was firm and he stilled in her gasp for merely a moment before she felt him pull, and lift, -slowly, almost as if to keep from startling her- bringing her into the air and up; until her feet hovered scant inches from the slanted tile of her roof.
She was sheltered in this place where his body curled around her, and she could feel the heat from the scales of his belly though she was not close enough to touch, even when he set her down with a gentleness she did not know he possessed.
The Dragon who called himself Kohaku was staring out at his domain as if she was not there, and Chihiro seated herself in curve of his body; waiting for him to speak the words he knew she had come to hear and staring at his profile in the fading light.
"It is no small thing, to be the bride of spirits. One who walks between the worlds and yet no longer belongs to either. I would have given you the choice, had it been my decision to make -for you are worthy, little dog. But there is no choice now. Only the being."
Note: An Update for you. I wanted to say thank you to the people who are still reading this after the pause in which I was unable to access a computer. Thank you for your patience, And as always, Reviews are a nice thing to leave.