Ablution

by velvet-sometimes

Some memories never leave us behind, and the bonds forged between a child and a River God retain remembered strength in paint and dreams. Hope rides the thin edge of a weathered sea shell and the cleansing sting of the ocean spray... A Drabble series

59. Version

Beginning note: I don't own Spirited Away, I'm not making any money off it, and this is all for the funzys.

Ablution - A ceremonial act of washing parts of the body or sacred containers

Version

He bent down on his front paws then, gesturing for her to climb up onto his back. He was so much larger than she remembered, his body curling around in circles so as to fit in the narrow hallway. So large even, that she could barely wrap her legs around his thick form.

It was a strange sensation; she remembered the feeling of riding on his back as he flew through the sky, but it felt so different now. The shifting of his body between her thighs as his muscles arched was the same as she remembered, but there was an adult's knowledge of how those movements mimicked another that felt so dangerous. Dangerous and delicious and different.

Because there was something distinctly different about this adult version of her dragon, too.

As children, he had had complete control over this form; as if he had willed the beast that lurked under his flesh into submission. But this Haku embraced it. He was as much a dragon as he was a man.

Note: Alright, I'm writing on drabble I think, 80, in my notes? So no worries; I've got a heap of updates just waiting for you guys. A big loving thank you to The Hatter Theory and Mana for sitting in with me last night and having a write-night to make me be productive.