#hiprax & uzyeont

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OC Kiss Week Day 5: Darkness

Hiprax is drunk, and so is Uzyeont. They lie on the deck of the ship, staring at the sky. For once, the clouds have parted to fully reveal the stars. “My mom used to tell me the stories behind the stars.”

Uzyeont rubs his thumb along Hiprax’s hand so lightly it almost tickles. “Tell me.”

“Look. That bright star there.” Hiprax raises his hand to point. The bright star that forms the left talon of the Yandor rests right above his finger. “That star right there. It’s the talon of the Great Dragon Yandor. Then you follow them up there—” he moves his finger along the arch of stars that make up his arm-wing. “His wing. The coils of his body.”

“What did he do?” Uzyeont’s breath clouds above them, covering the stars for a moment.

“He fought Phyrrm the Egg-Eater.”

“Mm.” Uzyeont takes a drink from his bottle of rum, then passes it over to Hiprax.

Hiprax takes a swig himself, then gestures to a dull star. “The back spine of the Wiley Wyvern.”

“Where?”

“Right there. The tiny one. You can barely see it, because she’s always sneaking around.”

Uzyeont sits up to squint at the stars. “Oh! There it is.”

Light from the stars and the moon skims Uzyeont’s dark skin. He smiles at finding the Wiley Wyvern. If they had met when Uzyeont was younger, would he be this happy without having to be drunk?

“The stars are up there,” Uzyeont says, his smile growing thinner, sharp on one edge.

“And you’re here.” Hiprax props himself up on his elbows, then takes another drink of rum. He hands the bottle back to Uzyeont. “If my advances are unwarranted, let me know.”

“Advances?” Uzyeont coils his braid around his hand and down his forearm with his free hand.

Hiprax clears his throat. “I, ah—I would very much enjoy kissing you.”

“Well, then. I suppose you should begin those advances, if you are serious with them.” Uzyeont sets the rum bottle to his side, then arcs his back in a satisfying-looking stretch.

Nerves churn in Hiprax’s stomach like a roiling sea on a stormy night. He shivers, though he has no sensitivity to the nighttime cold.

Then Hiprax carefully, slowly moves to straddle Uzyeont’s hips, giving him enough time to deny his advances. He’s very rarely been turned down, and yet, he’s concerned about losing Uzeyont’s trust more than Uzyeont denying him. Damaging their friendship would add more cracks to his heart.

“Pretty boy. You act as though you’ve never been with someone before.”

“I have,” Hiprax says, and though it is the truth, it does not sound that way.

Frost grows on the planks beneath Uzyeont. Uzyeont shivers and burrows deeper into his furs.

“Stop being so nervous, sitaav. You’re in good hands.”

He’s only half-sitaav, but Uzyeont doesn��t know that. Hiprax settles on Uzyeont’s lap, careful to keep half his weight on his haunches.

“Where do you keep all that weight?” Uzyeont’s hands move to tangle in Hiprax’s hair. “You have nothing on your bones. Is it here?” He tugs on Hiprax’s hair, just slightly, then scratches his long nails against his scalp.

“Mm.” Hiprax leans into Uzyeont’s warm touch. “My mother always said we had dracon blood somewhere in our line.”

“And yet, I see no scales.”

With this skin, no. There are no scales. The sitaav appearance holds up well. If he could look the way he does while transformed, he would be happy. Instead, there is a dracon beneath the skin.

Hiprax swallows his nerves. “Beautiful boy.”

Uzyeont shakes his head a bit like a dracon. Prideful creature. If anyone deserved to be one, it was Uzeyont, not Hiprax. He deserves the fear and reverence that people give those with dragon blood. Then he grins, sharp as a dracon, and just as dangerous.

“I am, aren’t I?” He pulls his furs around both of them, though he doesn’t have to. “Though a sitaav like you won’t need the extra warmth.”

“You feel like fire.” Hiprax buries his nose in Uzyeont’s skin. He smells of fire smoke and alcohol, of the salty sea around them, the animal smell of furs.

Kayeit elve were born of fire the same way sitaav elve were of ice. Uzyeont’s fire had not been put out by spending his life on the water the way Hiprax’s ice hadn’t been melted by it. There is something special about each species on this world, a piece of magic that cannot be taken from them. That, Vrynnd had taught Hiprax, was the gift of the dragons. That each species they made was as unique as them.

“Wonder what you taste like, silver.”

Hiprax leans his face against Uzyeont’s, pressing the broadness of his flat nose against Uzyeont’s just to feel the mountain-bump of it, then brings their lips together.

Sailor lips, Hiprax has found, tend to be rough as those who wander the land. Travelers wear the ruggedness of the land on their skin. What little light shone on Uzyeont’s skin disappears as Hiprax’s silver hair hangs around them.

Uzyeont’s mouth is warm. All Hiprax can taste is rum.

“Booze,” Uzyeont mumbles. “And cold. How do you taste cold?”

Hiprax smiles against Uzyeont’s mouth. “The air is cold,” he says, then kisses Uzyeont again, if only to feel the warmth of him.

“I will keep us both warm.”

Despite knowing Hiprax can’t feel the cold, Uzyeont wraps his limbs around him, then attempts to roll them over so Hiprax is the one on his back. Hiprax has to assist, being heavy as he is. Now with both Uzyeont and the furs draped over him, sweat begins to form on Hiprax’s chest. Above them, their breath clouds to cover the stars.

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Damn I think Uzyeont has a really compelling story now that I'm starting to write it, which means I have to make Hiprax's story equally as compelling

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WIP Intro: Silver Storm

genre: high fantasy // status: drafting // pov: alternating close third // world: world wyrm // pinterest

The World Wyrm sleeps curled around her egg, and the world rests on her back. The other two Great Gods, the Sea Serpent and the Drake of the Universe, watch over her as she sleeps.

On her back, the many species of the world live their lives, and other, smaller dragons are worshipped as minor gods.

Characters

Hiprax is a elven-born half-dragon who prefers to present himself as an elf instead of a dracon. Though he's never met his father, the Silver Dragon of the Horns, he receives undue respect for his lineage. He focuses more on healing than on using his magic to show off.

Vrynnd is a frost elf and mother to Hiprax. Though many of her ancestors were talented water magic users, she isn't proficient, and uses ground magic to create herbs.

Uzyeont is a desert elf who was abducted and sold as a child. Though his life has been hard, he's learnt that he can only trust himself and the Sea Serpent.

Magic

This world has elemental magic, normally given through a lineage but sometimes learnt. Dracons are known to have more powerful magic and have the most rigorous training.

Magic is separated into wind, flame, water, and ground, though they can be mixed together.

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