#ways to kill a dragon

[omamorens]

wip wednesday!

technically it is friday for me but ell @serenescribe tagged me in this the other day and honestly the next chapter is coming along nicely but i had to pause writing to finish my d20 zine submissions (surprise?! spoilers??? i cant wait to share my work!!). anyway, please enjoy this little snippet!!

Reaching the History section, she slowed her steps, appreciating the scent of unopened knowledge in the air, the effect of it calming to some degree, and she browsed the spines of the books before her leisurely, fully ignoring the dragonborn following after her.

Cultures of Spyre, Dunes of the Red Wastes, Solesian Society…

“I haven’t done anything wrong, Abernant.” Oisin’s tone was icy, cutting an impatient edge through her skimming.

Adaine stopped in front of a shelf, leveling him with a glare. “Nothing?”

Oisin was still, fins pulled back and tail stiff. “Not in the past week at least.”

“Wow.” Her tone was ironic to the word, still in disbelief over his gall. “You broke a personal record. Congratulations. Should we have Arthur Aguefort give you a medal for it?”

“No thanks.” He grins dangerously, all fangs and sharp teeth. “After being unfairly criticized, I might just break my week-long streak.”

There was a heat in his gaze, anger now radiating from him in waves of chilly energy. She could practically feel the electricity of his presence, and she realized that her chest felt too tight, a nervousness making a home down on her abdomen. Was it fear?

“So tell me, dear Oracle. Is there an issue here or are you just deflecting?” His eyes narrow, pupils turning to slits, scrutinizing her. No, she was not afraid of him, but the possibility of anything happening when they were at each other’s throat did send a shiver down her spine. “Maybe it’s time to admit to yourself what your real issue is.”

“I’m perfectly fine, Hakinvar.” Adaine forced the nonchalance in her voice, her other hand balling to a fist, nails pressing deep into her palm. She had no issues aside from the one he directly caused. “Though it is touching to see you worried about me.”

hostile and bickering inkblade is my lifeline and theres 10k+ words of them already doing just that. yes this me indulging and everyone is welcome to come along for the ride. but the end is near and im a bit melancholic about it…. sue me. tagging @recycledraccoon to do this too if u want… and really anyone who wants to do it, feel free to tag me in ur wips too!!! i love reading other works especially of my favorite blorbos!!