🩸𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖲𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝖥𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋

pick your head up king your crown is falling

- and she shoots him a sideways glance. Her lifted, freckled shoulder offers just enough to hide behind while she studies his face. ]

… And what would that be, darling. A mushroom? We *are* in the midst of the jungles, as you said.

[ She bats her lashes, but just can’t mask her intrigue! ]

I would assume that may be related to the fact that we cannot venture to any of our main cities. Something about.. being a pair of wanted heretics?

[ She scrunches her nose and playfully taps his forehead. ]

No good deed goes unpunished, remember?

[ Yet, he manages to catch her off guard, -

I like things of the.. shiny variety?

My New Year’s resolution? To get whatever I want. Always.

- poker face.. ]

P.. pffh!

Are you always this easily entertained, Santa Sael?

[ A stupid, childish display. The sort of thing that she would’ve found endlessly charming if she was still an innocent princess.

Yet she’s scoffing and snickering under her ruined palm, brows twitching at him. The one time she can’t hold a -

T’uh! Wintervale? The children’s tale? That is why you’ve woken me up at such an ungodly hour?

[ She groans, arching her back and shooting her palms skyward in a long, feline stretch.

Through a blurry squint, she finally seems to notice the makeshift festive display.. and arches a brow? ]

[ Prying her “eyemask” up with a thumb (it’s actually a silk cloth), the bitter glare of a thousand bloody suns burned blue. This time, it scorched HIM! Her beauty rest?! Really?! Was he daft!! ]

This.. had *better* be good, wyrm..!

[ She tiredly hisses at him with a yawn. ]

[ Posing with a hand poised over her chest for a spotlight that wasn’t there. ]

Aren’t I? ✨

/Perhaps/ I could have found the heart to spare you! Perhaps!

Darling, this is a fast track to /not/ getting lucky.

Restraint? /You/? Don’t make me laugh!

for YOU, apparently!

You’re so sure of yourself. Go get laid somewhere else would you?

you don’t know what I want idiot

why would I be mad that you’re a fucking LIAR

🙄

- submerged beneath the water, a guiding light for the jutted bones of his hips..

And then she’s staring right through him, again. Maybe he might regret flying by on the seat of his pants.. or maybe he’d benefit.

Time would tell. ]

Oh, don’t worry.

[ A finger lifts to twist around her cherry curls. ]

From what I understand, I’m awfully hard to miss.

[ The devil’s tongue sizzles between her lips, a grin just as wicked lifting up to her hexed sapphire eyes. They steal another glance down at his hands, almost -

- folk are where there’s glory and gold. I do respect a survivor’s hustle, Sael.. but what I said before is still true.

[ Fluttering her lashes, she arches a brow at him and drags a breath through her teeth. ]

I was a bad, bad girl.. who knows if I still am?

- throne and ‘tradition’ otherwise.

[ Rolling her eyes. Though, she does manage to catch him stealing a few peeks.. and subconsciously, she puffs out her chest. How perfectly imperfect she was posed upon that rock shelf.. ]

And a lesser dragon would have succumbed to how filthy humanoid -

…My resume for good deeds isn’t exactly *full*, darling.

[ She makes a pinching motion, cocking her head aside to nestle into her freckled shoulder. ]

But I suppose I can understand one thing: spite is a motivator *most* compelling. A lesser lady would have crumbled to the pressures of the -

- consonants. ]

- there.

Chff. There really *was* no denying it, then. That’s a dragon.

Teeth sinking into her ruby lip, she redirects her attention to the back of his head. ]

But you know what they say about good deeds..

They seldom go unpunished.

[ Her voice playfully darkens, red wine trickling from her-

Oh, I’ve heard about them.

[ She leans her cheek into her blackened palm, a clawed finger curled over her freckles. Her eyes were busy, flickering all over the beryl scales trailing down his back. It gathered there at the small, just upon the spine, in a diamond-shaped mass.

His /tail/ began -

well now I don’t feel like it

- completely flabbergasted, the exiled princess splashes some of the hot water over *her*.. slightly flushed face. ]

Then if you don’t mind me prying.. what *are* you in it for?