~ I just wanted to say that you guys are absolutely the best and I'm so thankful for your patience. Seriously. THANK YOU. Okay okay how about we get to some crack pairings. I'm bumping the rating up for language for now. ~
Cristoff Pradesh was in the middle of enjoying a masterful blowjob by a willowy redhead with a pout the exact color of the wine they'd been drinking when suddenly he was literally plunged into pitch black nothing to fall the short distance of what felt like a foot and a half to land on his bare ass on stone that felt more like blocks of ice than anything else. Of course that could just be the nudity talking. In any case, he was naked, alone and incredibly unhappy about his current unknown whereabouts.
Unfortunately, he didn't have any time to make heads or tails of anything before the weight of someone new slammed directly into his body from above just as he was about to get up.
After recovering from the blow to his manhood that served as a cushion for his new friend straddling his waist as they let out a masculine grunt of their own from the impact where their knees his stone, Cristoff barely had to think about his reaction. On instinct, his hands braced the smallish man's toned hips as his dragon instantly labelled this stranger his mate. Without his sight to help him, there were a few things he could discern from the weight settled neatly on his pelvis; one, his mate was without a doubt a man and one much smaller than him by way the bulk of him nestled just where his dragon (and the Lunar Slayer himself) most wanted him; two, he smelled like woodsmoke, and earthy spices and just faintly of brimstone enough to give it a nip of a finish. A naturally heady and intoxicating scent that filled his head with the hazy swirling smoke of his mate in dizzying, exhilarating ways; and three, very decidedly was this person on top of him not freaking out about the pitch black strange place they found themselves in at. From where Cristoff's hands were resting, one low on his mate's hip and the other gently kneading the hard muscle of his thigh soothingly, he could tell this person was totally relaxed if a little squirmy which did nothing for his half hardened member and everything for the Lunar Slayers opinion of his newfound mate. Anyone with a level head enough to stay calm in this situation must have impeccable control over their emotions.
The calloused palms of his mate's fevered hands were roving over the ridges and valleys of his chest and abs with an explorative curious touch that ignited a more playful urge within himself to run his hands up his mate's chest to start mapping all the edges of his body before an excited rich timbre sounded through what sounded like a small barren room by the way his mate's voice echoed off the walls. "Luce isn't gonna believe this! Igneel always said it would be hard to find my mate but here you are and you feel like you hit like a brick," pausing his excited chatter to grope Cristoffs arms shamelessly, "and Luce loooooves tall muscly guys. She's gonna be so jealous."
Natsu was ecstatic his dragon had immediately claimed whoever the Laxus sized man that smelled like a cool night breeze in winter, minty almost, as his mate. His father told him from a very young age that his dragon would recognize the soul made as his other half, his missing piece, immediately so he had no need to worry about anything romantic or sexual until he found them. Why waste time on people that weren't fated to be your mate when you know you had one out there anyway sort of simple, if overly so, mentality about intimacy. And really, it was sort of hard to compete with someone made to be his perfect equal in battle and in life to make up for the things he lacked. Someone to act as a perfect balance to his hard to contain nature. If he were Lucy, he might have daydreamed about who his mate would be or what they would look like but he had total trust in the draconian higher powers that be so regardless of gender, build, hair color, his mate was his and that was that. He'd rather light something on fire than have to worry about it anyway so it really worked out well for him.
As if he had just said the magic words, the torches around the minuscule room started sparking up at a near agonizingly slow pace. Both their enhanced senses were straining against the dim light to get the first look at the person they would spend the rest of their lives with. The Fire Slayer was vibrating with excitement on top of his mate who was desperately trying to focus passed how good it felt on his now fully hardened and ready to mate member with only the thin material of Natsu's pants keeping them apart. Barely enough light shined for Cristoff to see the blurred outline of Natsu's body but nothing else, the Lunar Slayer's heartbeat quickened with anticipation. He had been waiting his whole life for this moment, getting out to the far reaches of Ishgar to try and meet his mate but none stuck. All he wanted was someone to really share a life with and here he was in all his, squinting his eyes then widening them to try and speed the process up with no effect, blobbish shadowy glory.
Natsu was well aware the reason the pit in stomach suddenly ignited had everything to do with the friction between them and at first, it was an unintentional side effect of his elation but when he felt the tips of his mates fingers dig into his muscle just enough of a change to notice, his hips started grinding down. He wondered if his mate was the sort of mate who liked to nest in an absent thought about how the man underneath him was going to be the best for cuddling.
As the lights continued to brighten, more and more bronze skin shined exposed for the Lunar Slayer from the sensuous firelight reveal and he had to clench his jaw to keep his fangs in check, swallowing a moan from deep in his chest at the way his mates hips were rolling back and forth. When the his sharp features came to focus, Cristoff couldn't help but make the comparison of his mates angular features to his dragons, Nurem and her mate of centuries, Draco. Wild determination and fire burned in the slate green depths of his sharp predatory gaze that promised more of laughter than pain. One thing standing out in the forefront of his mind as he took the man in: his mate was hot. In more ways than just the unusual feeling of having the top of your body feel like its laying facedown in a pool of lava and bottom half feels like its 20,000 leagues below the sea just on the cusp of tingly cold numbness. Lithe compact body blanketed in capable dense muscle, unruly tufts of pink hair sticking out wildly in every direction as his expressive eyes shined with near childlike delight but what really caught the Lunar Slayer's attention was the wide, uninhibited toothy grin fixed on his boyish face. That is until his magic started tuning into emotions and he could feel without a doubt that this pinkette was completely at ease in himself. No doubts. No fear. Just...toothy grins and rough wandering hands.
Looking down at the naked man below him, Natsu stilled for the first time since falling in sol Viraag. His mate was a beast. Broad shoulders built with muscle earned from years of training, bigger than even Laxus' set neatly on top of a sturdy middle with tanned abs that lead to the dark trail of hair disappearing beneath the dark fabric of his pants. His dark hair was loose around his smiling face and his next irrational thought was of how cute their hatchlings would be.
Cristoff let out soothing chuckles as his he leaned up on one elbow to run his thumb along a pretty nasty scar just starting to fade running down the eager mage's right cheek. His fanged ball of energy leaned into the touch without hesitation and nearly like a cat in a purely draconic move. This Dragon Slayer was deeply in tune with his dragon soul on a basic level of his being. Just that adorable motion made all the waiting he did worthwhile though and his fireball didn't even seem to make much of it like they had been doing it their whole life despite having met literal minutes ago. "Did you want to know my name first or are you okay with taking advantage of a naked man while he's down for a bit because it's totally up to you, hon." A gentle smile of his own taking over his face as his fingers started running through the deceivingly soft tufts of salmon hair to pull warm purrs from the smaller mage. His dragon was rumbling from the satisfaction and pride at how easy it was for the two of them to be like this. He had years of thrilling first dates and passionate one-night stands but he never had someone he could just fall in love with. Now he had someone to share his life with and his mate seemed all the more pumped about it than he was.
That sweet moment lasted about five seconds before Natsu nearly plowed Cristoff over in an unrestrained show of affection that could have been a hug if you counted tackling someone a hug before grabbing his set of bulky shoulders to lift his body to hover just over his mate's face and proudly introduce himself, the fire in his eyes bright enough to match the fire in his spirit as they searched the deep blue of Cristoff's silver-flecked eyes for anything and everything about him with a hunger that stirred more than just his dragon soul. "Natsu Dragneel, Fire Dragon Slayer of Fairy Tail."
A knowing smirk crossed the Boscan's face as he answered while his brain churned out all the different stories attached to that name in particular even all the way in Bosco without Bickslow having to regale them with the wild true stories of his guild as a whole. "Cristoff Pradesh, Lunar Dragon Slayer of the White Sea."
The instant Natsu's one-track mind heard the words 'dragon slayer', his ignited fist shot into the air like he had just won the grand prize of a game show because in Natsu's brain he had won something far better; a dragon for a mate. Better yet, a male dragon.
Not that Natsu would have had a problem with a female mate, he just spent a lot of time with girls and they really just seemed crazy to him. Female dragons were even worse than that and he took way too many cheap shots on account of his inability to make it through the maze of traps and terrifying monsters that was a whole other part of the gender scale without upsetting someone or saying the wrong thing anyway. He was tired of getting hit all the time. Fairy Tail as a whole actually got extremely lucky Wendy found her mate first because the youngest slayer could have easily releveled Magnolia if she happened to be in the wrong place when her first heat kicked in. But Lucy had brought Kekoa home after a hilariously one-sided conversation with the Council about taking the troubled youth off their hands since they had their hands full with rebuilding the Council itself back up after the war. Natsu actually had quite the soft spot for the Combustion Mage and his delicious little firecracker magic but there was no way he could have dealt with the Sky Maiden's wrath if they hadn't mated when they did. She learned from Luce and Luce was scary on her best day when it came to lady business.
No, the Fire Dragon would much rather deal with testosterone and a dick than estrogen and mood whiplash. He knew what to do with testosterone and a dick.
Cristoff watched in rapt fascination as an array of emotion crossed Natsu's face in the minute span of five seconds. Unadulterated joy, a flash of near greedy hunger, the cusp of a thoughtful look that melted into a shuttering look of remembrance before ending in a fierce cross between rage and realization. It was intense and all-consuming the way he wore his feelings before the pinkette's brows furrowed just slightly, his voice a low growl as his predatory eyes scanned the low light of the room around them, "We have to find Luce. She should be here but I can't smell her."
Giving a far too casual nod at the change in mood and topic, the naked slayer asked as his eyes darted upward around the pair still connected in a very intimate way that was also being taken in stride far too casually for normal humans. "Where is here exactly?"
As if it were the most obvious thing in the world, Natsu continued his shifty eyed movements but explained with a ghost of his usual exuberance as if distracted by a noise only he could hear. There wasn't any noise, he was just worried about his partner. "We're in sol Viraag, or a piece of it at least."
Giving a much slower nod of his head, the blue of Cristoff's eyes did their own quick assessment of the room before landing back on his mate. The Lunar Slayer had no idea what sol Viraag was in the slightest. After a few beats of quiet filled only with their steady breaths, he finally spoke up. "And where is sol Viraag, might I ask." The larger of the two was having trouble keeping his hands to himself and rightly so. Not so deep down, the big guy was a romantic and all he ever wanted was to finally meet his mate. Now that he had a mate, he really wanted to get somewhere private to claim the spitfire and be claimed since he had the incredible luck of being mated to another Dragon Slayer. He probably couldn't do that stuck in 'sol Viraag' or more accurately shouldn't do that while stuck here.
"Hmm? Oh, it's a piece of time suspended by the fates for dragons and their mates." An even, no nonsense statement to serve as explanation. The whole explanation to be given. Just like that. Like Natsu had just explained everything possible, he gave Cristoff another of his winning smiles before giving the bulky Boscan's shoulder a few pats and getting up to find a way out of their private little section of time-space so he could find his best friend and make sure she was alright. His dragon recognized her as someone's mate but not his and if she or her mate touched the book, they would both be taken here as well. It's just a matter of breaking through the walls and demolition was a specialty of his.
Cristoff couldn't help but feel a pang in his chest that somehow between the two dragons he's had in his life, one of them should have mentioned this sol Viraag to him as he sat back to watch his mate work at breaking through the stone wall with a fire of his own burning in his deep blue eyes.
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Lucy hated the dark, hated being cold and just this one time, really hated being right. She knew she should have told Laxus to just come to her and then he could have touched the book and been swept away and plummeted into the pitch black space she was currently trapped in. It would have been better if Natsu had at least been here when she landed but after calling to him with no success, she started looking for a door.
By the time she made her third pass around the tiny square room, the little Fairy had started to get a little discouraged about getting out of said tiny room since there was absolutely no openings anywhere on the wall but quickly found herself with a splitting grin as she tucked her hair behind her ear and pressed it to the cool stone of the wall. She recognized the sound of fireballs exploding against stone structures anyday.
Natsu was here and that was all the reassurance she needed.
Backing away from the wall as best she could in the pitch black to get away from the point of impact, she covered her head with her hands and waited for him to break through the stone and get her out of there.
Lifting her head with a wave of her hand to clear the dust from her face, she took in the outline of her best friend and barrelled full force into him in a hug meant to squeeze all her worry out in the form of warm affection before she pulled back and started shaking his shoulders so hard, Natsu's neck felt like rubber. The lilt of her words spoke of her experience in dealing with the subject at hand. "I was so worried about you, Natsu! And I called Laxus, that good for nothing overcharged outlet, to see about getting you back and he told me to just grab the book even though I knew wiggy stuff was gonna go down if I did and would you look at that," stopping her shaking to meet his uneasy gaze with a dead look in her eye that should have worried someone, "we've been teleported to magical realm of cube rooms and mole people." The dark was really not her favorite.
Chuckling at how her imaginative humor developed over years of bad things happening to their nakama, he shook his head and answered with the same definitative nature he spoke with before on the subject. "No mole people here, you weirdo. This is sol Viraag. Maybe just a piece of it." He shrugged from beneath her hands.
"Uh..huh." It was bland and coupled with a nod from the Celestial Mage as if understanding his words before she gave up and put her hand on her cocked hip in concession. "Okay I give. What's sol Viraag," flashing her wide molten chocolate eyes up to Cristoff hovering just behind her partner with far too little interest than expected from the Lunar Slayer, "and who is your beefy bodyguard?"
Explaining for a second time that sol Viraag was a special realm set aside for dragons and their mates before Lucy pointed a finger hotly into his chest and started blaming him for all this. For bringing her here. For this places whole existence. For anything she could because this was actually crazy. This was actually crazy.
Swinging his thumb over his shoulder to point to Cristoff who gave a friendly wave and kind smile on cue, Natsu spoke in a casual carefree manner that only served to worsen Lucy's mood. "Noo, he's here cause of me. You brought her here so hah! Now you're an idiot too." Natsu looked entirely too proud of himself after that statement that by default linked himself in the category as well.
Swiveling her head at the information that she wasn't alone in her prison cell to see who she had just shared said 14 by 14 cell without her knowledge, she was immediately struck in awe by how beautiful and tall the stranger was. This woman looked more like an exotic goddess on holiday than a creepy stranger lurking in dark corners of a compact underground cell.
Even more surprising than that, the beefy model of a dark-haired prince behind Natsu called out excitedly as he eyed the two blonde babes in front of him with a cheerful smile like long time friends. "Zadi! How pumped will dad be when we both come home mated?"
Having been relaxing after a particularly bloody mission when Lucy touched the book, Emzadi Pradesh was wearing little more than a high neck crochet halter top that covered her toned fit body little and a swath of breezy cotton tied around her hips to fall in layers around her golden tan towering frame, the bright yellow tie-dye fabric kissing the tops of the stone floor as she walked towards them all megawatt smiles and brilliant orange eyes.
Lucy had the stray thought that this Zadi was the sun incarnate with the way it almost hurt to look at her while dazed and utterly distracted by her bodies instant reaction to seeing the powerful mage. Arousal. That had never happened before with another girl without some sort of alcohol or Cana involved.
"Daddy dearest will be hearing the pitter patter of four-legged feet before you know it." Trying to imply that Cristoff being mated to a handsome Slayer and she being mated to the bombshell of a blonde with stars in her eyes would hinder the process of Arman Pradesh getting anymore grandchildren than Farron and Hisui had already popped out.
Without hesitation, Cristoff met her teasing with rich laughter as Lucy's eyes widened the size of dinner platters as Emzadi sauntered directly over to her side and wrapped an arm around her hip in a way that felt all too possessive and casual for not knowing each other's names. She grinned down at her, flashing the shiny gold capped points of her fangs drawing shivers from the small blonde struck mute at the natural sultry quality to her fiery gaze. The closeness and the warmth produced as a result was enough to have Lucy blink through any surprise she had and sink into the heat without a second thought if it meant easing the cold from her exposed skin. Her cute dark blue halter top half charred from a reflected attack of Natsu's and the short white pleated skirt doing nothing to ward off the deep chill seeping from the stones but the soft contented sigh that left her lips spoke little of the massive relief she felt at the simple warm contact.
The easy baritone of Natsu's mate sounded teasing, brotherly. "Come on sis, you know it'll take more than a little biological incompatibility to keep him from earning his army of grandbabies."
The Celestial beauty missed Emzadi's response as her brain backpedalled all the back to word 'mate' before taking in the doting look on the man currently sporting her best friends scarf as a makeshift skirt of sorts, the downright creepy look on Natsu's face in return, the fact that the goddess of the sun was tracing looping patterns over her hip from under the material of what was left of her shirt with her thumb in maddening ways and the fact that of the four mages present, only one combo left them infertile.
"Wait wait wait, am I getting this right? You two," splitting her index finger from her middle to point at the two unsuspecting males looking over at her after sharing a glance that looked far more casual that should be since she had never seen the towering prince charming of a character beside him before in her life, "are mates and we," curling her middle finger down to point between she and the bouncy beauty currently heating up both inside and outside of her curvy body, "are mates."
Natsu was giving his head fervent nods as Cristoff noted the disbelief in her voice. The two males at total odds with one another in mannerism and the way they carried themselves.
Thankfully, Emzadi was already giving herself a proper introduction to ease the confusion flowing from her mate's short frame. Emzadi made note to tell her mate how much she loved her short curvy frame. "My name's Emzadi and you, my sweet sunshine, are going to be mated to the Solar Dragon Slayer. No more dark chilly nights for you." Taking the hand that wasn't already wrapped around her hip to touch the end of her nose with a beaming smile on her face.
No wonder she was so bold and confident. As if being a dragon slayer in it of itself wasn't enough, her element was literally the sun itself. Of course right now all Lucy could focus on was the way the pretty Solar Slayer called her 'sunshine' and the warmth flooding her stomach at the prospect of getting to spend the rest of her life hearing the easy lilt of it.
In a dreamy sigh, she breathed out, "It's really nice to meet you, Emzadi. I'm Lucy, uh, Celestial Summoner Mage." Her own easy nature making the news simple to take in stride. She spent all of her adult life handling the dragon-ist dragon slayer there was; the prospect of being mated to one wasn't all that daunting. Lucy rather like the romance that came with draconian customs.
In a flash, the shortest mage of them was being suffocated in a massive chest that matched her own for size and cushion as Emzadi's sultry hooded eyes shined with cunning victory Lucy had no idea what about. "Haha! I knew I'd snag one before Zen could. How excited do you think he'll be to have one to practice on. Come on, brother, give me my glory. I've earned it." Her face eager as she waited for her brothers reply, content to cuddle her little mate in the meantime. Confused but definitely aroused, Lucy finally lowered her arms hovering just above the bare skin of her dragons sides in a loose hold while she focused on just keeping airflow to and from her lungs and the Solar Slayer took the opportunity to inhale the sweet scent of rich honey and vanilla. Her nostrils flared when the scent turned musky at the end; a tinge that pulled a knowing feral grin from her lips.
"That's just plain mean. You know Zen isn't comfortable with socializing just yet. It's not his fault." Cristoff had crossed his arms over his chest to take his little sister and her mate in. Looking at them as a Boscan and strictly a Boscan, they were nearly too beautiful together. Golden hair, both voluptuous and sexy in different ways since Emzadi had already hit the six foot mark and she usually wore a pair of boots that gave hear at least another two inches and trained rigorously despite being the youngest mage present while Lucy held a warm forgiving glow that drew you in standing at a height that will no doubt bring his little sister joy since it was the perfect resting height for her chin. Taking in the look in her eye and the way the corner of her capped incisors were flinting with her own desire, he found comfort in the fact that at least he wasn't the only one fighting the urge to claim his mate in the middle of the strange place.
Natsu's voice was slightly further away than before as he called back to the trio still standing in the rubble from their first sol Viraag prison break. "Uh, something smells...sour? Bitter, maybe? I don't know but it kind of smells like starlight but flowery." His brows were furrowed and his lips puckered just slightly as he thought about the vaguely familiar smell like when you could recognize the artist of a song but not the title.
This time it was the Pradesh's of the group to be left out as they stared openly at the pinkette and his vague nondescript descriptors.
Lucy having reluctantly withdrawn from the warmth Emzadi naturally provided, was tapping her pointer finger on the pout of her bottom lip to pull an amused curling grin from the blonde watching her from her brother's side as she puzzled through her partners word choices. With a bright 'ah hah!' and a pointer finger to the sky, she brought her hand down in a fist in her other palm as she spoke confidently. "Erik would fit the first and last bit, not the starlight part, but how in the name of Mavis would he have gotten to the book?" Her own analysing pulling her brows together. She really wanted to go on a mission that didn't end up being a front for something far more complicated.
Both Cristoff and Emzadi had looks the gave the impression of just how impressed they were that Lucy just pulled that from what the pink-headed slayer just said because it was incredibly impressive. Either Natsu used scent identifiers often enough that she remembered the specific scents that went with which person or she also had an improved sense of smell, something that wasn't likely given her magic. They had overheard the stories from Kaleb about the blonde being behind Fairy Tail's rise to the number one guild in Fiore, but it was way more fun to see the unorthodox mages in person.
Scrunching his nose, he shook the scent off before giving a special wild smile he only donned when he was about to smash the smithereens out of something and half-growling out with no threat behind his words, "Get outta the way Luce and we can find out!"
Jumping out of the way and into the pillowy bosom of her mate just in time to miss the first flaming punch as it connected with the solid wall, she nuzzled her nose deeper into the warmth and quickly understood the appeal of a generous set of boobs and happily ignored the destructo-force behind her in favor of the gorgeous woman showering her in attention. Emzadi's smile grew wicked only for a moment as she felt the tickle of Lucy's breath against the sensitive skin of her cleavage before making the split second decision against knocking her brother's pink-headed wrecking ball out before the overzealous idiot did more damage than good in favor of running her fingers through the golden silk of Lucy's hair. Shooting the daydreaming marshmallow of a man of a brother she had a look to say 'get him or I will' to snap him from his puppy-love drooling moment at what could have been the small mages lithe muscle or energy or the way his ear twitched when he fought. It could have been anything with the big sap. Not that Cristoff didn't deserve gushy, sappy moments, Emzadi just preferred they happen when his mate wasn't about to maim whatever poor souls happened to be standing behind that wall when he broke through.
Pantomiming his own heartbreak at her cruelty towards the sweet blossoms of true love out of good-natured play between siblings, the Lunar Slayer simply walked up behind his fiery, borderline maniacal, mate and whispered something seemingly harmless into his ear from just behind his back.
His simple method was so effective, the sudden quiet followed by a soft 'you can?' from the Fire Slayer had his fellow Fairy concerned enough to flip her body around while staying in the warm confines of Emzadi's extremely well built arms that perfectly matched the set of abs; both of which spoke of her goddess' devotion to some sort of workout regime that made her look so toned and powerful. Her brow raised in question as she felt a soft weight on the top of her head where Emzadi took to resting her chin on the top of her head as she felt the slayer behind her wind their fingers together at their side in a move the Celestial Mage would have though pretty forward before having spent the only the last twenty minutes conscious of the woman's presence at all until she heard soft humming coming from behind and Emzadi started to sway. Then all Lucy could focus on was how her sun goddess just kept getting better and better.
Just as the pair of dragons found a groove with safely taking the wall down, the final piece of a block fell away just in time for Gajeel to bellow through the dark hole, "GET THE FUCK OUTTA THE WAY," before they heard an intake of breath so deep it could only mean the Iron Slayer was about to let a roar out with the four of them right there in front of him so whoever was inside his mate-cell, must not be very pleasant. Come to think of it, they might actually be so pleasant Gajeel needed to run away from the sweetness of it. That was also a possibility with the Iron Slayer.
Lucy squeezed her eyes shut, tightened her grip and hoped for the best of what was about to be a wholly unpleasant experience when two things happened instead to make her very happy about meeting Bickslow's younger brother, in this order: Cristoff very gently, soothingly asked Gajeel when the last time he slept was followed by the distinct noise of large muscle bound ironhead hitting the floor.
Peeling one eye open to see no damage was done, she was about to give the Lunar Slayer some serious props for his swift and nonviolent solution to the problem when she then felt Emzadi press a kiss to her cheek before whispering for her to keep her eyes closed tight and walking up to the wall with her hands on either side of the hole. Lucy only just barely shielded her eyes before a flash made her vision white out for a few seconds.
Those were the last few seconds of peace the four of them would get for a while.
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Meanwhile in a room lit by the eerie green glow emanating from a different member of the Pradesh brood, Bickslow had stopped his absent whistling to cock a brow over at his cellmate, "Do you think we should do something more productive?" Meaning more than just sitting around in the random room the two Fairies found themselves plunged in after Bickslow touched the book he had put Momo in.
Having heard the raucous barrage that was the Fire Slayer's soul even through the thick stone, Cobra gave an even but curt, "Give him a few minutes, I'm sure they'll aim him our way sooner or later," without lifting his head from where it was leaned back against wall. The Poison Slayer was less than thrilled at being in a closed space with the Seith Mage after managing three months without actually looking at the towering man. Cobra had already known Bickslow was his mate and had been doing his best to keep the blunette playboy from knowing.
Seemingly completely at ease with the cryptic response, the light from the blunette's eyes brightened for a moment before his helmet floated up from the floor to signify his transfer of souls.
Letting out a barely audible breath of relief, Cobra listened to the loping symphony of souls Bickslow was the maestro and heartbeat of as he pulled trinkets and random carvings from his endless pockets for his babies to fill for the time being.
The Seith Mage was worried about whether or not his soul was okay after being ripped from Magnolia to the dungeon they found themselves trapped in as he cooed to half carved lizard floating just beside his face. "Everything good, Momo?"
The Poison Slayer closed his eyes and focused on the layers of souls that resonates perfectly with the Seith Mages steady soul. It was the only thing that stopped his headaches from becoming overwhelming so the last three months of avoiding him enough to keep from killing him and his annoyingly boisterous ways and staying close enough to not kill himself and the nagging insistent voice that was his own dragon soul was extremely hard. Hard enough to admit to himself at least that this was actually really pleasant. Cobra was actually enjoying the quiet just being near Bickslow again.
~How you digging the pairings so far? I know I have a bunch of OC's so if you have any questions or anything, just shoot em to me and I'll answer as best I can.
I hope y'all have an absolutely amazing day, dirty souls! ~