#v; i am the dragon breathing fire ( supernatural au )

[vaedar]

Closed Starter || @draconisa​

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        𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐍 compare to the high felt when the crowds cheer and sing along to the songs you write. To know that your words RESONATE in the hearts of hundreds—thousands—of complete strangers before you, is simply indescribable. Music is one of the few things that can bond them all together if only for a moment, and that alone can induce a kind of RAPTURE unlike any other. Were it not for the years he's been alive that have granted him admirable control over his gifts, the draconian male would've surely made some sparks fly more than a few times by now. It's strange for a creature like him to allow himself to be so exposed to the public eye, risking that a hunter might somehow figure out WHAT he is. But Vaedar is not stupid enough to offer even the slightest of suspicions, and were they to somehow discover it—Then they better be REALLY good to take on a dragon.

After the band's performance, it was time to mingle with the would-be donors for the charity event. It likely wasn't the place to SCOUT for a potential fuck that night, but that wouldn't stop him if he did find someone promising. He could perceive there were other non-humans around, though he couldn't tell exactly what they were without being closer. His extended years have granted him knowledge enough to discern as much, though every now and then, there's the surprising encounter with those particularly RARE ones. It appeared that just maybe, this evening might be one of such times.  

It came as a pull, a beckoning, calling to that PRIMAL instinct within his being. Out of all the bustling conversations around, there was one that caught his attention instantly right after that peculiar sensation stirred. Violet eyes land on the scene of a woman engaging with two, well dressed men, an appalled expression on her ( quite lovely ) features. However, as BEAUTIFUL as she is, it's not her appearance that has him hastily pushing through those in the way to reach her—It's that rising FLAME he feels, a raw kind of force that if not stopped, would really give those present a show they'll never forget. If they made it out alive, that is.

        ❝ Oh, there you are, ❞ he almost shouts to catch her attention. Hand stretches out to intertwine fingers between hers, purposely using just a hint of inhumane strength to pry her tight fight open. Her skin was at the BOILING point. ❝ I've been looking for you, sweetheart. Excuse me, gentlemen. ❞ With unapologetic confidence, he steps in front of the men and turns his back to them, fully facing the woman. Leaning closer just enough for her to hear his voice, Vaedar lifts their joined hands to his lips while staring straight into her eyes.

        ❝ Breathe, calm down, or you’re going to set this place on fire. ❞ There's the faintest but distinct smell of something just about to come aflame, and he knows it's coming from her hand. He tries to catch her scent behind it, in an attempt to pinpoint what kind of creature she is ( if she can summon fire, she is surely at least half not human ). But he fails to RECOGNIZE it as belonging to any one species. ❝ Don't let it take over, just push it down. ❞

[vaedar]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 companionship of convenience, has now become so much more, and a part of him is silently terrified. There's no place in his life for FEELINGS like this, for the kind of emotion that makes him act irrationally, that stokes that inner flame to the point he almost loses control of it—All because he was JEALOUS. Maybe it's the touch of Niamh's arms wrapped around his neck or the feel of her body so close that eases his stubborn pride, but the draconian admits as much to himself now. Or maybe it's simply the compliments she showers him with—Which work only because it's SHE who speaks them.

❝ Having this face does have its advantages, ❞ Vaedar shrugs, though there's a smirk on his features. ❝ But the best things don't come so easily. ❞ No, those that truly matter, won't fall just for his face and it will take him more than just his appearance to EARN them. Had the kelpie been like all others, they would've had sex already after their first meeting, when they fought together against those hunters. Undoubtedly, the male WANTS her, but she hasn't offered herself despite his charming attempts at flirtation—Instead, they've grown closer still in the most DANGEROUS of ways. At least, he has. Is that also part of why he's so wary of the blooming sentiments? That he doesn't know if she feels the same?

❝ Half a year, ❞ he mutters, a hint of sorrow lacing his tone. The draconian knows what it's like to not see your family for longer still. His hands on her waist move when her own arms did on his neck, one to the small of her back and the other to a hip. The soft curves under his palms threatened to REIGNITE that flame in an entirely different way than the previous bout of jealousy did. But the next words she spoke might as well be a CRUSHING wave of ice cold water. It was almost enough to have him misstep, which she would notice if she watched carefully; regardless of how he tries to disguise it by glancing away for a moment. Something HEAVY weighed on his chest but he blamed it on disappointment—Because he should've known someone like her was involved somehow.

❝ Of course, you are betrothed. ❞ His usual confidence was there, trying to shield him from the sensation that bit of information evoked, but it was STRAINED. Still, he met her eyes and hope sparks to life when he discerns her own forced smile at the confession. She's not happy about having to marry that knight. A blushing bride ought to have a gleam in her eyes when announcing her marriage but her eyes—Those lovely eyes were bitter. And when she speaks after, about him and the impending farewell they'll one day say, Niamh's eyes fill an EMOTION that, perhaps... Is kin to the one in his own violet gaze.

❝ Then maybe we should make the best of this until then. ❞ What exactly 'this' is, Vaedar can't answer. Not with WORDS, that is. Without saying anything else, their dancing slows to a halt, and before she could question why they stopped, both of his hands are gently cupping her face—And the male closes the distance with his lips catching hers in a KISS.

𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 than she intends, the desire and longing in niamh’s eyes more a reflection of how niamh might actually feel than any coy projection. ❝ you’re just used to getting everything you want, I think. and I can see why, ❞ she teases, moving ever closer, to the point where her body is pressed against his. ❝ with a face like that, I can’t imagine you ever hear no from anyone. I probably won’t be the first to say it, either. ❞

vaedar’s body is warm, as always, where it touches her. even just the heat radiating off of him leaves a fine, mist-like layer of dew to her skin. niamh shouldn’t like it as much as she does, but she was never quite good at following anything but her heart. ❝ to answer your question… six months and two weeks to the day. I have a large family and, I do miss them often. ❞ she readjusts her arms around his neck, unconsciously bringing them closer. when she breathes in, the various scents of the tavern fades away, and all she can smell is vaedar. ❝ and… yes. I do. though, it depends on what you mean by special. ❞

and so the moment of truth arrives. niamh breathes out, heavily. ❝ I am betrothed to a knight of my people. we are supposed to wed by the end of the year. ❞ in five months, by the first frost. niamh tries to smile, but the reminder is unpleasant and bitter in her mouth. her head tilts as she observes vaedar, looking for any hint of what he might be thinking. she thinks to ask him if he has anyone special in his life, but what comes out is something entirely different: ❝ I’ve never met anyone like you. I hate the thought of having to wish you farewell one day. ❞ her lips twitch into a smile. ❝ and I have my suspicions that I’ve grown on you too. ❞

[vaedar]

@draconisa said: ❛ how badly do you want me? ❜

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 that flowed through his veins in that moment. No, the sheer desire that consumes him evaporated it all and in its wake, molten fire coursed through his body. It pumped his heart into that frantic beating with HEAT coiling low in his groin, making him throb with NEED. Those neatly manicured nails trailed down his bare skin, tracing every dip and rise of muscle in a path of embers—Maybe quite literally, given the nature of their fiery gifts. The very fire that burns within the draconian, the LIFE force of a creature like him, is roaring out in demand for Dany's touch—For more.

Vaedar's palms smoothed down the sides of her waist, blazing a seductive venture of those curves and REVELING in the softness of the skin beneath. One of those hands lifted to the side of her neck, pressing into her throat but the thumb stretched over her chin to press onto a plush, bottom lip. Tugging the flesh down, he leans closer just enough for his own lips to capture it teasingly between his teeth. Tongue swipes over the skin a moment, sucking, then releasing it with a soft sound; almost taunting, DARING her to give in. It was a dangerous but, oh, so ENTICING game, both testing the limits of the other.

❝ Badly... Very badly, ❞ the male admits against her mouth. The impulse to crash their lips together was nearly overwhelming, but the promise of a so invigorating CHALLENGE is something he simply could not resist. Instead, it's to her neck that his face detours, unabashedly and without any hesitation assaulting the skin with an open-mouthed, SEARING kiss. With grazing teeth, his head tilts and lips move to tease the lobe of her ear, where husk, silken words are smoothly whispered. ❝ ...Just as bad as you want me. ❞

[vaedar]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 was beyond riveting, it enthralled the draconian in a way that few could ever hope to accomplish. And all she had to do was get angry, almost lose control of whatever gifts lurk inside her, for the male to be completely CAPTIVATED. It was just a sense of self-preservation, his more logical side insists, even if his heart huffs at that. No, it was mixed with that innate COMPASSION for someone who is experiencing something he's known himself, even if a while ago. Daenerys naturally wants to learn more of him—The one who stopped her from becoming a living torch that would've likely incinerated those two men and everyone else after. It's also due to that hidden kindness swirled with a honed SURVIVAL instinct, that Vaedar needs to warn her of what that knowledge she's so eager to learn might entail.

❝ No. ❞ He states plainly in answer, honestly, pressing his lips together briefly while shaking his head. ❝ I don't know you enough to trust your word alone just yet, but... ❞ His head tilts and his eyes narrow slightly, the violets seeming to PEER into the depths of her own amethyst. ❝ ...I don't sense malice in you. And I think that's good enough. ❞ Despite how she was just about to burn those two assholes alive, which he keeps to himself, because he doubts she needs any more reminders of that. Just because his heightened perception cannot discern any ILL intentions in the woman, doesn't mean he can trust her. That much, the male knows. Which is also why he warned that once he shared his SECRET, then there will no getting rid of him for a long time.

Releasing a breath, he takes one more glance over his shoulder to their surroundings, sensing they were still alone in the gardens. The sound of the fountain behind them should also help to muffle their voices. ❝ I can't show you what I am now, so I suppose you'll have to take my word for it. ❞ He says with a hint of AMUSEMENT lacing the tone, returning his full attention to the so lovely woman.

❝ For lack of a simpler term, you could say I am a dragon. ❞ Vaedar shares, watching expectantly for her reaction as he adds on. ❝ We call ourselves draconians. Think of it as werewolves, but we're way more awesome. ❞ There's almost a boyish grin on his features, always resorting to that lighter, PLAYFUL hint of humor in the face of something that's potentially far more serious than what he tries to paint it as. It's on purpose, though—The male doesn't know how she might react if he were to solemnly go into details of what kind of creature she's been FLIRTING with.

She is a survivor, through and through – so the warning does indeed give her pause. Where would she be, if every decision had been made on instinct alone? Penniless at best, and at worst, dead. So she can’t disregard his dire warning, not matter that her heart is decided, resolutely.

YES.

There’s a searing line left behind from his touch. It had taken restraint not to tip her cheek, to fully feel the weight of his hand as it slid against her skin. She wants to. But it isn’t just the growing attraction that has her interest piqued — though make no mistake, that was part of it. Rare were the men that caught her eye, rarer still those who held it. No, the allure can’t be simplified down to say it’s only his charisma that has ensnared her so. It’s the mystery shrouding him. It’s the mystery that’s awakened in herself.

“If I have you my word, would you believe me?” It’s an honest inquiry: Daenerys knows all too well that trust is precious currency, and they’re strangers yet. Does he trust her? ( Does she trust him? ) “I won’t tell anyone else.” Eyes like amethyst, and just as bright, are leveled upon him now. He’s got her utmost attention, whether or not that pleases him. “I understand the risk. I want to know.”

[vaedar]

𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 seven decades has not been a product of sheer luck. The draconian male has been taught the utmost essentials for the SURVIVAL of one of his species, but he's also acquired knowledge in those long years that has aided in different ways. The key lies in learning how to apply it. Daenerys is not human ( not fully, at least ) so that much places them on a similar level, enough to show her the proof of his words through his own GIFTS. It doesn't mean that temporary trust extends all the way to the truth of what he is. It's why the flirty evasion is purposely timed, using that natural charm ( of an apex predator luring his prey ) to distract her from even remembering the question.

When the woman leans in, it would SEEM as though he succeeded but when those pretty gemstone eyes roam over him in that manner—Vaedar knows he's not before a prey. This woman's a PREDATOR in her own class. Instead of being in any way intimidated by that, however; it's THRILL and tendrils of heat that surge through his veins. An eyebrow arcs, appreciatively roaming his violet gaze again over her form, though it was rooted on trying to better discern the veracity of her INTENTIONS from her sensuous gestures.

❝ I'm very interested, but here's the thing about answering your question. ❞ Tongue swipes over his bottom lip before continuing, smile still dancing on his features but this time it shifted to somewhere between casual and DARING. ❝ I have no guarantee that you won't go to the wrong people and tell them of the very interesting man you met tonight. Because that might just send some quite annoying people after me, and if that happens, I'll have to disappear and we'll never see each other again. ❞ Boldly, one of his hands lifts to brush away a lock of that platinum hair from her face, tips of fingers GHOSTING over the skin of her cheek. ❝ Which would be a shame, don't you think? ❞

Pulling his hand away, he crosses his arms and moves so he may fully face her, CONTEMPLATION evident on his features. That logical part that has been an asset to his survival, is warning him against answering. But the other, that more PRIMAL fragment that he sometimes struggles to tame, is instantly at odds with the thought of leaving her. When he spoke again, there was no tease or challenge in the tone, only sobering honesty. ❝ If I tell you what I am, simply knowing might put you in danger. If I tell you... You won't be able to get rid of me for a while, at least until I know my secret's safe with you. ❞ Head tilts lightly to the side. ❝ Are you willing to risk that and more, just to learn what I am? ❞

A friend? Interesting. Almost as interesting as the fact that he hasn’t answered what she asked. She can appreciate the skillful redirection. Dany hadn’t gotten to where she is without learning how to navigate corporate speak – how to say without saying, answer in a manner that feels complete while omitting the most important things. He would do well in a board room, she thinks wryly, but what she wants now is honesty.

So she notes his move. Plans her own. It may only be a game, but Dany was still focused on winning.

He’s straightened, yet the distance between them grows close once more, and this time, it’s her turn to lean in. Her that brazenly looks him up and down, eyes languishing appreciatively. A smile unfurls at her lips, slow, imbued with a sensuous, feline grace, skirting that impossible line between promising and threat.

“You have yet to see my temper, friend.” Yet her eyes are reflecting starlight, almost dancing within the depths. “And I think you are far too interested in me to simply walk away now.” A bold assumption, but when had she ever been anything but? Her hair is brushed over a shoulder with a delicate hand, held aside as she leans further in, her lips perilously closer to his own before changing tack to rest by his ear. “So you’re going to tell me: who are you – really?”

[vaedar]

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍, nothing else. That's what Vaedar told himself when he sat next to her instead of simply accepting her thanks and leaving. The male refuses to admit that his staying might have something to do with how RIGHT her name sounded when falling from his lips—Or with how her amethyst gaze peered into deeper, PRIMAL parts of him that lured the draconian perhaps even more than the call of her FIRE did. It can only be that compassion that compelled him to show her that he, too, possess similar gifts; and that the male understands what she's experiencing. To help her not feel ALONE.

Daenerys looked to his hand and then his face when he voices the flirtatious comment that also conveyed undertones of curiosity. He was half expecting disapproval, because the more PERCEPTIVE nature in him whispered that she was no simple woman to fall for his charm. Though she doesn't outright insult him, it's not an open surrender either—No, when she leans closer and returns his words with her own smooth CHALLENGE, Vaedar knows this is to be a game. And, oh, how fond he is of playing it; of that THRILL that unfailingly surges to ignite his already heated blood.

❝ I can't tell because I've not come across someone like you before. ❞ And maybe, he meant that in more ways than just the supernatural kind, the possibility HINTED at in the smirk tugging the edge of his mouth. The gesture only widens into a grin that's accompanied by an amused laugh when she asks for WHAT he is instead. ❝ I think, ❞ head tilts to the side, violet eyes SHAMELESSLY roaming her body before meeting her gemstone hues again. ❝ That makes me your new friend. ❞ The male sets some distance again, straightening where he sits on the edge of the fountain, and then with a shrug he adds on. ❝ Unless you know someone else who can help—and is actually willing—to help you with your... fiery temper. ❞

Oh, but she likes the way he says her name. The first time it rolls of his tongue, it sounds half like poetry. It isn’t hard to imagine how it might sound, were it more just slightly more heated; the warmth of a lover’s tone, uttered in a shadows, under sheets. She’s startled by the thought, at herself – willfully clears it away, though the task grows more difficult when he settles beside her. What was it about his presence? Why did he feel INEVITABLE?

The steam escaping from the fountain breaks that concerning train of thought. She’s only half heard him – not that it would matter, as she isn’t one to pry – but the display of similar aptitudes has her curiousity piqued. If she asked him what he was, would he answer true? It’s clear he’s no mere entertainer, though he excelled at that field as well. Before the almost altercation, she’d actually been enjoying him, and it strikes her that even then she’d been drawn to him, a siren song, like her body knew his name.

“So I’ve been told – but it’s usually not a compliment.” Lines like that shouldn’t work on her. Years of unwanted advances had all but hardened her heart to them, but perhaps that was the difference here – his wasn’t strictly unwanted. In fact, she finds herself all too pleased to be the subject of his interest. This is a game she knows, and she clings to it, to the normalcy of flirting with an attractive man as if nothing else is amiss. It grounds her. Allows her confidence to steady the tremor in her spine.

“So you can’t tell me what I am,” she begins, leans closer, moonlight in her eyes, “but maybe you can answer me one thing: what does that make you?”

[vaedar]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐘 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 the woman an arched brow from the draconian. It's hard to deduce if she's being completely honest, since she admitted to the INTENT of burning people alive in the same conversation. But he's not totally heartless, and her prior surprise appeared GENUINE enough, which has the male think it's only a matter of confusion on her part. If it's the first time that she almost lost control, the first time she even realized she's not 'normal'—Then it's not so surprising. Even her response to the rest of his words fits that assumption, fueling the warmth of COMPASSION all the more. To be alone ( as it would seem she is due to her lack of knowledge ) when discovering something new and so baffling from oneself, it's not something he would wish on anyone.

Vaedar nods when understanding dawns in that lovely amethyst gaze at what he just admitted, and WHY he did it. The fact that they're strangers who seem to so easily be aware of what lurks in their minds, is a detail that should WORRY him—But it's best left ignored for now.

❝ It's fine, no one's nearby to hear. ❞ The platinum haired male assures when the woman's eyes glance to their surroundings before she perches at the edge of the fountain. His own violet hues focus on her hand dipped in the water, saying nothing despite the way she almost RECOILS from the soft sizzling. It might be best to allow the woman to process it all without him overwhelming her with QUESTIONS and information.

❝ Daenerys. ❞ Vaedar repeats her name, the sound of it rolling on his tongue along with a smile that verged on playfulness, if only to lighten the WARINESS he discerns from her. Following her motion, he joins her by the edge of the fountain, keeping a respectful distance but not so he would have to raise his voice more to speak to her. Just because he can't PERCEIVE anyone close, doesn't mean someone with the right skills can't hear.

❝ I'd take a drink or two with you as a show of gratitude, but I honestly did us both a favor by stopping you. ❞ Which he wasn't about to go into details explaining in that moment. Instead, he meets her gaze, different now than before with the haze of confusion gone, and returns the smile—Oh, she looks even prettier now. Unwilling to entertain that thought for long, he pulls one of his hands out of his pockets ( the ringless one ) and down into the water; taking mere seconds for it to sizzle as it had with her own touch before. Only that STEAM also begins to rise, the water around his hand BOILING. Lifting it, the skin is just slightly flushed for an instant but the smoking takes longer to fade away.

❝ It looks like we can do similar things, but we're not exactly the same. ❞ He admits, pointing to his nose for a moment. ❝ I would be able to tell if we were. ❞ His head tilts to the side with INTRIGUE, the same reflected in the glint of violet eyes. ❝ So that makes you not only beautiful, but also a mystery, Daenerys. ❞

“No.” Insistent, and too quickly, for a woman who had just admitted she would have murdered men in cold blood. And said as much out loud. To a total stranger. Oh, fuck. This man now knew her secret, too, and she had no idea what –

Her attention snaps to him, caught on the words that are slow in seeping in. “Your kind?” It feels surreal to even say it – to stand here in the normalcy of a nighttime garden and discuss their supernatural tendencies. But it strikes her that he is sharing something, too. Secret for a secret. If he’s telling the truth ( and she has little doubt that he is, despite how her logical mind fights with it ) than he might know more about her than she does.

Doesn’t mean it isn’t a lot to take in. She pauses, turning towards the trickling fountain, dress grazing over dusk damp grass. Perching at the edge, she dips her hand in, and it startles her to hear the water faintly sizzles.

“Daenerys.” Wet fingertips lift to the back of her neck, and she closes her eyes, savoring the way the breeze feels over it. When she focuses back on him again, her eyes are steadier, clearer, like pure amethyst. Mouth tilts, half a smile. “I suppose I should be thanking you, Vaedar.”