Volink Week II
Disclaimer: I don't own HW.
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Day Three: Control
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Don't set anything on fire.
Ten minutes had barely passed and Volga was bored. He was bored and uncomfortable, having been forced to wear this ridiculous formal human getup. The tailored three-piece waistcoat, trousers, and jacket set, as well as the white gloves and tights he could begrudgingly tolerate and he was going to pocket the shiny gold cuff-links and stickpin securing his neck torture scarf.
Keep all your clothes on, please.
However, the cravat, this beyond frilly, cumbersomely poofy, itchy length of cloth wrapped around his neck, oh that he was going to burn first chance.
Shake hands, not necks—and present your human hand, not your dragon claw.
"And the next couple approaching is the Duke of Holodrum and his wife—"
"I don't care," Volga said while Link offered the fat noble and his wife an obligatory smile and a polite bow. He didn't even want to be here. He had been ordered to come and even then he hadn't planned on obeying the order, not even as a show of goodwill between him and the Hylians. He had came only because Link had asked him to come as his date. The boy didn't want to be here anymore than Volga did but his attendance was a lot more mandatory than the dragon knight's and it was a lot easier to shoulder the boulder of boredom between the pair of them.
That wasn't to say that the boy wasn't going to owe him big time nor that his patience wasn't being tested.
Try not to insult anyone. Or throw them.
Tired of standing around and being introduced to one noble after another, Volga and Link danced—well, truth be told, they just shuffled their feet and made an awkward box in time to the orchestra's music, as neither one could really ballroom dance. They knocked into quite a few pairs of dancers. Volga managed to keep from snarling too noticeably and growled out "Excuse us" most of the time.
Partway through a particularly dynamic, flowing waltz, Volga felt a skinny finger jab him on the back. He circled himself and Link around to see what their intruder wanted.
"Pardon me, Sir Dragon," a snooty little twat from some neighboring territory or kingdom said,"but in this dance you must exchange partners with the pair to your left."
In no way had Volga gave a sign that he cared or that the noble could cut in but the corpse from somewhere wedged himself right and tight in between Volga and Link. Volga almost lost it and exploded the ballroom when the soon-to-be-crispy little snot had the gall to put his hand on Link's waist. By some miracle—or Link's steady, gentle, and mildly-apologetic gaze placating him, the dragon knight had managed to wrench back a smattering of self-control and spared the privileged moron's life. For now.
"The boy is dancing with me," Volga declared, pushing away the bothersome insect. Though he had never lost his grip on Link's hand to begin with, Volga made sure to lay his hand where the twat had placed his on Link's waist, and then pulled Link tighter toward him. He thought about just picking Link up and carrying him across the ballroom but he wasn't sure if the boy would be happy with him and appreciate his protection or disapprove of being picked up and moved without at least being asked. Again.
"Of course, but there are others—" Volga had seen the others, the nobles and dignitaries that stared at him and Link and waited irascibly for their chance to charm and dance with the Hero. It didn't help matters that the boy was all the more attractive in his own sharp three-piece suit. Link was about as comfortable in his formal wear as Volga was but damn did he look good in it.
And don't set anyone on fire.
Heat warmed the dragon knight's throat as fire licked the roof of his mouth. "He will dance with no other."
"Might we hear from the Hero and find out what he wants," the quivering twat asked, his eyes on Link, and grinned nervously.
Link blinked and silently gasped in surprise at suddenly being brought into a dispute he wanted no part in and of course said nothing.
As the idiot stood and waited for a response from Link that was never going to come, Volga decided that he had enough. He leaned into the twat's face and growled. Their uninvited guest was gone before the dragon knight could expose a fang.
Please, just control yourself for once.
"Did you want to dance with anyone else?" Volga asked as the orchestra strummed up a new song and the ballroom resumed dancing.
Surprised that Volga would think and ask him such a question, Link shook his head no as he flashed him a smile that said of course he didn't and pressed himself so close to Volga they could barely move their feet. He laid his head on Volga's chest and gazed lovingly at the green carnation pinned to his jacket, the twin to his own, as dignified lords and ladies from across and beyond Hyrule danced around them and out of their way, and as he and Volga traced awkward boxes across the dance floor.