[OPEN] march log

[bloodwit]

Who: viren & you!
When: mid-march, eostre fesival
Where: various places!!
What: dragon viren and obviously being the life of parties
Warnings: none for now!

i

[ there's an undead lizard? a wet, feral cat? blocking the path. taking a closer look at this thing, it's a bit hideous. at least, compared to its fellow dragons. its scales look mottled, patches of dark purples and blacks streaking through its coat, and its tail spiny and serpentine. its wings are equipped with unpleasant hooks, the wings' fingers elongated and sharp, their leather worn with holes. not even its fur manages a consistent lack of color. ]

[ but if familiar with the signs — it almost could look like it's cwyld-infected. it receives anxious glances from passerby, others nimbly giving it a healthy berth. it may be the size of a cat, but it does, apparently, have an innate skill in keeping people out of its path. that, and its lower half remains coated with mud, brought on by an recent heavy rain. ]

[ when the dragon appears to recognize someone, its pitch eyes grow wide. it trots near, leaving muddy tracks in its wake. ]

Excuse me. [ ... ah, it's a deep voice. the dragon sits, its head slightly bowed. if one can read dragonic expressions, it looks -- very reluctantly humbled, even if its tone remains lofty. its claws sink into the ground. ] I need your assistance.

ii.

[ his shifting, and the rains, eventually take their toll on viren; it's a fairly miserable existence he's been made to live this week, forced into a form that, while he's beginning to grow accustomed to it, he might also resent.  ]

[ when the weather's beaming with brightness again, he crawls to a sunny patch of earth. one may spot a small dragon curled up into a tight ball, its snout tucked beneath a paw -- he can be found in some grass of someone's backyard, in gardens, perhaps even snoozing on a secluded bench. ]

iii.

[ viren doesn't think he needs a reprieve (certainly not!) from anything earlier in the month, but the crowds of eostre draw his attention regardless. even if it would typically be something much too noisy for his tastes, dragonic instincts win out, as they're prone to do—

and so he's found himself there some early evening, a cup of that sweet liquor in hand. perhaps consciously compensating for the disarray of the last few weeks, he's dressed neatly, pulling out some of his better clothes for the festivities. unfortunately, even if he isn't the main target (just a target), someone thinks to dump a flower crown atop his head. with the shape of his horns, it's almost like a fun (and very high stakes!) ring toss. a few petals fall to shoulders, some floating onto the surface of his drink. ]

[ with a heavy sigh, aggrieved as he is, viren plucks it from atop his head. he turns to someone near, ]

Would you like this?

[ or else, what with his accompanying gesture, it might get tossed to the bushes. ]

v. wildcard
( hmu w/ whatever — i'm at kirbies if you'd like to plot! )

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[bloodwit]

[ —is happening. no, no, what was a bench is definitely warm now, and these are actually, unmistakably, arms. viren's limbs stiffen, his fur standing on end, eyes growing wide with alarm. ]

[ the dragon begins to thrash. ]

—Unhand me!!

[stopfen]

[Shh, shh. He's just being lifted and held up. Like a not very fuzzy teddy. Her arms curling around his middle. Mikasa's neck cranes to look down at the surprisingly deep-voiced baby. Tilting her head at the pitch black eyes that meet her's. Face placid.]

My hands aren't touching you.

[Completely deadpan. It's fine, her arms were touching him. And her hands were touching her arms as she hugged him too her. It was perfectly fine. No need to unhand. ]

[bloodwit]

[ oh my god. viren stares back into that placid expression, has a fleeting thought of — is this person insane? she must be insane. except the fae's antennae, other indications, give away as to what must be occurring here—

he's never met a fae before now, actually. but he's read up on what he can of them, oh, he has. he might be in awe if he weren't being... clutched against this person. ]

[ her response is met with a groan and a eyeroll, the thrashing subsiding. ]

Put me down! Let go of me, drop me — whatever vernacular suits your needs.

[stopfen]

[Said antenna were flopping forward, twitching. Except they were far to short to reach him. Yes, calm down, she has you. Not blinking at him.]

You're small, it's safer for you here.

[Completely ignores the protests. Ask nicely, she's used to people being a pain about her helping.]

[bloodwit]

[ viren meets her gaze, evenly, though the way his lip twitches betrays any emotions. likely, he can reach a paw against her top; he pushes against her, precisely like an animal unhappy with behind held.

he hopes he leaves dirty paw prints!! ]

The only thing I was, and am in danger from,

[ this is a wild take on his part. ]

is from Fae like you.

[stopfen]

[That really wasn't threatening. When one is the size of a small animal. It was unfortunate for him that she wasn't the clean freak of the family too, so it just makes her grip tighten. ]

I won't hurt you. You're not as much of a pain as the other dragon I met.

[But she was holding him pretty tightly as she quickens her pace.]

[bloodwit]

I haven't tried to bite you yet.

[ he tries to extract one of his paws, then, one of his claws instead getting stuck in the fabric. there's some jerking of his limb as he tries to unsuccessfully break that free. it doesn't help this attempt as she squeezes him harder.

she may feel his chest growing hot, a flame beginning to heat to life there. ]

Where will you be taking me—?

[stopfen]

He licked me. I'd rather be bitten. I can at least understand that.

[But she does loosen her grip a little. Adjusting him, so the warmth wasn't so concentrated. Especially because she's nearing the outskirts. Closer to the larger gardens of the cottages than the busy streets.]

Somewhere quiet, were you won't get sat on.

[bloodwit]

I will lick you, if it comes to that, then.

[ if it comes to that. very threatening.

newly adjusted and with increased breathing ability, viren can at least watch as the scenery begins to change, his head swiveling to take in the sights as he's able. ]

Will you ever let me down?

[stopfen]

Your tongue isn't the size of my arm...

[Good attempt, though she found it more cute than threatening so he just got a few chirping noises when he turns to look. Her dark eyes, flicking to the back of his head. As they approached the more over grown parks.]

Once we're there. Will you be okay if something tries to eat you?

[So small. Maybe he was safer with her?]

[bloodwit]

You don't know that.

[ nevermind that his entire body, sans his tail, isn't the length of her arm. ]


I have my human form available to me... [ he... thinks. he was awakened from a nap; he should have more energy available now. ] I'll be fine.

[stopfen]

I was able to climb onto the back of that dragon too. [Then he started purring, and that was too weird even for her. So she backed the hell away.]

Why were you sleeping on a bench then. [Pupils expanddd-] Are you homeless?

[bloodwit]

That dragon sounds. [ beat. how does it sound? licking her and then allowing her to hop onto its back? ] Nicely complacent with you.

[ viren re-intensifies his scowl. ]

I'm not homeless... [ though, somedays, he may feel as lost as that. those are thoughts for another time. there's a low exhale of a frustrated breath, ] I was just— tired, and had to stop to take a short rest.

[ "exhausted," would be more accurate. ]

[stopfen]

No, he's a pain in the ass. [Even if Mettaton thought that meant the dragon liked her. He was annoying. The memory of the lizard making her scowl.]

It didn't seem very short. [But if he had a home-] Where do you live?

[bloodwit]

[ welp. viren's out of ideas as to explaining that one. ]

[ there's a slight, flustered grimace at being called out on the length of his nap. ]

Why? [ though the dragon's settled in her arms at this point, his expression contorts at her inquiry, much like he might be raising an eyebrow in his human form. ] —Going to kidnap me towards my home, instead?

[stopfen]

[The settling gets a soft chirp, yes good. He gets a small squeeze/hug, she is okay with this.]

I can put you where I was going to instead? [It was home or some random location she'd decided was safe.]

[bloodwit]

[ the squeeze gets a little puff. ]

No... I wish to be taken to my home.

[ viren's very well aware, by this point, that his wishes may be good as null. where he's taken is, literally, in her hands. ]

[ regardless, he rattles off an address at this point, for a location that is not far from here. ... not his actual house address, but a neighbor's. he's decided that this individual may not need to know his usual place of abode, ok!! ]

think this one is close to ending?

[stopfen]

[Even the grumps, when this small, was cute. It gets him a small drawn out chirp as she starts to follow the directions he gave. To the doorstep. She waits a moment. Then-]

How are you going to get in?

[He can't reach to unlock it could he?]

we can wrap it up here yes!!

[bloodwit]

[ no, no he cannot. viren fidgets in her grip, indicating he wishes restoration of his freedom. he fies her with a more incredulous look. ]

I'll... figure it out.

[ this is not convincing, nor does it sound convincing. this isn't even technically his place. the wiggling resumes, intensifies. ]

Windows, yes [ those! ] — I'll be fine.

[stopfen]

Don't you have a key? Couldn't you unlock it if you changed... [She trails off. Looking at the tiny dragon. Did clothes transform with them or? And slowly with that thought she kneels to gently plop him down.

Then starts to walk away. She'd rather see the cute dragon, than some naked dude. So bye. ]

Don't nap on a bench next time.

[RETREAT! ]