#you get the placeholder tag until I see what their actual tag is TAT

[arcxnumvitae]

dragonic feels tempted to seek out speech , yet dried ( and certainly hoarse ) throat of his , exhausted from the sheer amount of snarling and mixture of ashes and lava that boiled itself upwards alike. so instead , zhaohui is getting hoisted upward , secured within dragonic's arms. to be carried , to whatever may be seen fit for a nest for the night. ( or what remained of it. ) there is no intention , to leave another before sunrise. // ( COUNTERING THE ANGST WITH SOFT )

@dracones || Unprompted! (My angst will always be undefeated though)

From the state of disarray of his hair and clothing, it would have almost seemed as if the man had been in a fight. But the pleased grin on his lips, like the cat who had gotten the cream, spoke abundantly clearly on what had actually happened. And had it not been for his healing capabilities he knew he would have truly looked a mess. The man could scarcely remember the last time that he had been kissed into such a stupor, and for something like that to have come from Locke of all people... He was only a few seconds away from sighing like some besotted maiden. But what the dragon also hadn’t expected was to be hoisted as he did, held securely in the other’s arms as the other man set off in search of... something. 

To be honest, he had half expected the other to head back after kissing him senseless the way that he had. 

And being carried in such a way too, he definitely couldn’t remember the last time, or if ever, someone had so casually picked up and carried him. Which meant that he wasn’t quite sure if being held in another’s arms always felt this comfortable or if it was solely because of-- No, he would rather not let himself finish that thought. Embarrassment threatened to redden his cheeks, but the dragon refused to allow himself to blush now after all that had just happened.

“呀 呀, you’re whisking me away?” A hand rose to playfully caress against the cool scales of the other’s cheek before drifting downwards to idly toy at a button of Locke’s that must have come loose earlier. At least he had quite the nice view. “You’ve realized how good a kisser I am and now you have to steal me away to kiss whenever you please? Don’t dragons only do that to princesses? I mean, I can’t say I would mind, especially if the kisses will all be like that.” Ah, he was getting distracted again.