acutabove: (pic#15183416)
tartaglia ✧ "childe" ([personal profile] acutabove) wrote in [personal profile] broke 2022-02-22 11:42 am (UTC)

[ flight, the dragon says, and Childe thinks he must be dreaming. before his parents had been slaughtered by the wicked black dragon so many years ago he respected the great, winged kings of the sky, revered them, even. his envy at the ease with which they could take flight was unmatched, wonder and awe warring with each other in his young mind.

perhaps a long time ago his younger self would have jumped at the chance to ride a dragon. now, it only feels like a necessity. less for amusement and more for utility, a chance to escape the site of the battle unscathed and live on to fight another one.

he still takes great care in mounting the beast, more so because his body still carries the phantom aches and pains brought about by the exertion of the fight. there aren't any harnesses, no holsters and no reins with which to grab, so he can only trust that the creature will take care enough not to drop him and send him plummeting to his death while it's airborne.

the most he can manage is to grasp at one of the golden ridges cresting his back, and he does so with fingers slippery with blood and ichor.

You'll not drop me comes the warning, even though he's fairly certain it's unnecessary. ]

Post a comment in response:

This account has disabled anonymous posting.
If you don't have an account you can create one now.
No Subject Icon Selected
More info about formatting