[[Take Away His Toy]] - Tumblr Posts
13th-dragon-prince--[Prior]
So consequence was a myth in his mind, pushing only to make his companion’s brow furrow in that delicious way, those silver pools threatening with the unspoken and leashed. Control so finely tuned it would take more than his idle prodding to break. “Any-Thing Bryn says, Whillow will do.” He side eyed the other for a moment, fully knowing the notion of the tone, before shifting his expression to an innocent smile. “Earned Command! Rules of Hunt.”
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It was hard not to think about what had just happened.
Hard not to think about the teasing the gecko had dealt. Or the rise it had gotten from Bryn.
It was hard to not think that perhaps, he was giving the little dragon exactly what he wanted.
The steady thud of his boots was joined after a moment by the click of claws, hearing and feeling Whillow headbutt his back, a half skip step to ensure he didn't fall, as he shot a little glance at the gecko who was now walking next to him, half of annoyance and half what was that for? He certainly still didn't understand the little dragon completely, but that grin was concerning, suggesting that the soldier's sudden reaction had only encouraged, not concerned, his silver eyes watching the La’Mellae for a long moment before refocusing on the path before him. It was a silent walk, most of the way, only the sounds of their feet rising between them, the light clack of his rifle on his back, and the swish of a long tail. It wasn't until they had reached that long bridge that Whill broke the silence, and Bryn turned his head slightly to listen.
"Yes, you will train with me." He let that silence fall back for a moment, thinking back to training he had once done before, remembering how it had gone, what it was like. Then, he had worked to build someone up, from nothing into something, to shape and help her learn her strengths, and weaknesses. Even then, what lurked beneath had peaked through, increasing his speed, matching the slight Miqo'te's, strength already beyond hers, and skills honed from his time on the battlefield. It was unfair, from start to finish, but with Whillow... He was a beast, in a literal and figurative sense, his speed and slight frame making him deadly, but his strength was well beyond what his body should be able to produce. It was dangerous, deceptive, and made him a unique person to train against, to learn, and perhaps teach a few more deadly skills to the dragon that the Silver Wolf had learned.
His guarded gaze travelled along that petite body as they walked, and that teasing voice continued, his eyes snapping up, his brow furrowing, eyes narrowing at the dragon as he nearly, nearly pulled up right there, at least until his mind curled around the statement and a tiny, little smirk appeared, his voice a low rumble as he said, "Anything?" He paused, letting it linger, and then continuing. "So I could tell you to stop pouncing on people?"
He watched, he observed, he scouted the expression on the little dragon's face, knowing full well it was one of the things he thoroughly enjoyed doing, wondering exactly how far this "anything" offer went.