@steaIthkitty ( a nod, softly kissing him back. both arms gently wrapped around him, snuggled up nice and close. he could die happily like this. )
‘s a reason i knew you’d be a good mate.
@steaIthkitty you are like a .. dog. and i am like a .. um.. sheep.
( what pigs does he know?? what friendly animals does he know??? big dumb puppy dog nod though. )
i see.
jealousy was something eijiro tried to avoid — until it processed. thrall. something different. something.. new?
his eyes flare with a pain he’d never shown before, head tilted as he narrowed large eyes at hitoshi. he’d done something to someone.. something he’d previously
a blink at spat bone, making a mental note to pick that up before one of the children found and choked on it.
he nods.
" I will come along, then. give me a moment to find a bookmark and change into more appropriate attire. "
begged for.
how dare he?
a flare of nostrils, fire lighting up the surrounding grass before it gets stomped out; maw opening to grab it in his hold.
a loud, protective rumble escapes his chest, as two things happen at once — jaw releases, and arms wrap tightly around him.
mate overshadowed everything else. He knew they were secure, he knew they were safe and sound with their children in their little home.
"i wish you to accompany me. I am.. at times small." he spits out a piece of bone. "if i am weakened, my draconic state falters and i shrink."
Eijiro did show hoarding tendencies toward Hitoshi; however, he recognized it as its' own person, regardless of their relationship and situation, and would continue to allow him freedom to whatever he deemed necessary. Sometimes, he got jealous, yes, but his deep love for his
at first hitoshi believes it had messed up somehow by mentioning a thrall; hoarding tendencies were something eijiro extended to hitoshi himself, after all. the dragon wasn't especially good at sharing things, even though a thrall needn't logically be a threat to his mate.
Yet the mention of his previous captor, his previous loves' captor.. it did something negative in his brain. the crunching quickens, munching eagerly on bones and tearing flesh as he nods.
Only pulling back to make his way over. "I know 'im. I can try to catch that bastard."
recognition flashes in eyes; then anger, searing and hot, a spare flame flickering past nostril. Something Eijiro had trouble controlling in his more emotional times; something he hated showing of himself.
he didn't want to look like a monster, he didn't want to *be a monster.
eyes follow the bone as it disappears into the grass, then rise back up to watch lover eat. blink.
" mnh. have you heard of a certain ' garaki? ' I recently acquired a thrall, and I'm trying to make sure it isn't stolen from me. eating him too would do us all a favor. "
the dragon looks up at him, mouth opened as a bone fell out of his mouth.
“. . . no one important.” is spoken, immediately diving back in to softly crunch. “kids.. safe. sleeping. meal.”
doesn't notice at first. he's hanging upside down from a tree branch, lost within the pages of an old looking book.
an especially large and wet crunch finally causes hitoshi to glance down ( up? ).
" . . I hope that wasn't somebody important. "
. . . ( * 😢 )
goodnight.
( protectively curing around his kids. leaving space for the one he loved most — right after it showered, and finished its’ necessary duties for the night. )