[ ah, he's made a terrible, terrible mistake hasn't he? to kill a witch, you need not pour water on them or tie them to a burning pyre, but simply bestow upon them a flurry of kisses.
here he is, trying to have his embarrassment and figure out just what is happening in his heart, when the smaller dragon (this too is his hubris because it's his fault that it exists) adds to it. he barely has time to process that when hwylryn sees fit to stomp on his corpse. kissing skin he didn't even know was sensitive is unfair enough, but the real killer is:
cute? cute??????
he turns back to refute this slander, when he's hit with a second kiss on the lips.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
what was he screaming about again? he doesn't remember, all he can remember is the feeling of hwylryn's lips on his. again he doesn't linger, but this time he doesn't turn away.
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here he is, trying to have his embarrassment and figure out just what is happening in his heart, when the smaller dragon (this too is his hubris because it's his fault that it exists) adds to it. he barely has time to process that when hwylryn sees fit to stomp on his corpse. kissing skin he didn't even know was sensitive is unfair enough, but the real killer is:
cute? cute??????
he turns back to refute this slander, when he's hit with a second kiss on the lips.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
what was he screaming about again? he doesn't remember, all he can remember is the feeling of hwylryn's lips on his. again he doesn't linger, but this time he doesn't turn away.
why dodge if you're already dead. ]
You—I—just kill me already!