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Post by Maddox Sallos on Jan 8, 2018 23:32:11 GMT
Tonight was the night and he was nervous. It was a very unusual thing to get the dragon sweating but he could feel the heat of his skin starting to bead sweat. His familiar could be cruel especially to those who aren’t dragon because in their minds there was nothing better but their kind… and he thought entirely different. His kind was boring and was of the same mindset of the brink of insanity or had as weird quirks as he did. Other species though were interesting because of their many different stories and their many different lineages. He made it a point to bring a non-dragon to this family get together and what better was a mage who could shift genders? That would really kink up their tails for sure.
Even so, he was nervous.
He was nervous for Ymir oddly enough. He wasn’t sure how she was fairing so far with the night even though it had just begun and he hoped she would keep her mouth shut on the whole kidnapping thing. Not that his family would do much about it. They knew he had an obsession with outsiders but they would, of course, make it appoint to state she was further unwelcome. The dress he had picked out had fit her beautiful. It clung to every curve of her body in a very sculpted way he couldn’t have pictured it any better himself. She was the picture of elegance so far. The dark purple sat well with her complexion and complimented her already charming looks. He promptly dropped her hand after they had been mentioned and free to act normally. He hated the spotlight and he hated the touching thing even more.
As a waiter brought around a tray of wine he snagged two and handed one towards Ymir. She was welcome to it but if she didn’t take it, it was well worth noting that he would down both. Blue eyes followed a few unfamiliar faces before turning his back on them and moving to get a little closer to Ymir, voice low and in a soft warm hum. ”The only one you need to be worried about is grandfather.” he nodded his head towards the large table where an older gentleman with a none too friendly face stared out at the pool of people. ”He’s harsh and most tiptoe around him.” He spoke briefly to her how her his grandfather was painstakingly a racist towards other species and once he got wind of her not being a dragon… he would purposefully pick on her. Ymir Bishop
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Teacher of Herbal Arts at the Lledrith School/Spy for Hire
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Post by Ymir Bishop on Jan 10, 2018 7:01:11 GMT
Her days in captivity had been uneventful. Or rather, not quite what she would've expected of being captured. Maddox watched her with curious eyes, they conversed, but overall, the dragon seemed humored to merely observe her. It was perplexing, and a much-preferred contrast to his behavior in the first minutes of the arrival. Now, days later, they'd travelled as he'd promised. She'd donned the pretty gown, pulled her hair into a soft braid around her crown. Knowing that her captivity was to come to an end, she had done both with the intention to placate Maddox... to please his family. To gain her freedom.
And yet, not long after their arrival, he released her hand, promptly replacing his touch with a wineglass. She took the offering, both of her hands coming to cradle the glass as Maddox's blue eyes darted alertly. She found herself leaning in, albeit stiffly, when his voice lowered. It was as she glanced about, blinking at the unfamiliar faces, that a small frown briefly crossed her face. Her heart fluttered. Tilting her face to regard him, worry was etched plainly across her features. It seemed that her attendance wasn’t as simple as she might’ve assumed – and she always knew it was when she was nervous that she was most liable to make mistakes. "What should I do?” She whispered. "How do you want me to handle that?"
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Dragon
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Post by Maddox Sallos on Jan 11, 2018 14:18:04 GMT
Despite the fact she was his captive, he tried to be as courteous and as cordial as one could be in their situation. But then again she never gave him a reason not to. She didn’t seem like the type to really try and push his buttons so far… and he had a lot of buttons she could push. Tonight was one of those buttons. If she made a fool of him at this family dinner where all that was really required of him was to be present and obviously not be alone. Not being alone meant he was trying to make some kind of effort of moving on with his life even if it were with the lowly species. His family -- part of them at least one being his mother -- didn’t care. It was more of the male spectrum that had a harder time accepting the fact Maddox despised their own kind. As he moved to speak with her privately when she took the wine glass from his hand, he spoke hushed and warm. It was a warmer tone than he had previously used with her but he also had to hold up appearances that whatever was between the two of them was completely normal…. Because… you know… captive and all.
She leaned in towards him and he felt a surge of warmth course through his body. It was one he hadn’t expected really. Why would his body react in such a manner that he didn’t give it permission to? He stiffened a little as she moved in enough to be able to listen to what he had to say. The nervousness was wafting off of her in troves again and for a moment he glanced around to be sure no one else was sensing it. ”Keep calm, please.” he instructed. ”As long as he doesn’t really ca--...” it was then the elder dragon seemed to suddenly focus in on the pair. Maddie allowed his lips to close and draw thin in his own nervous tick before shifting the two of them out of eyesight. ”Just don’t give him a reason to talk to you is all.” He said quietly.
It was about then a younger dragon female sauntered towards them, wine glass in hand and with a dignified hold to her stance. ”Maddie, deaaar…. Who is your lovely friend?” the green-eyed woman gave Ymir the quick once over as if devouring her with her own eyes. ”She’s very beautiful.” She said before holding out her hand in a very elegant manner. ”Cordelia.” She breathed. Maddox’s expression flatlined but this woman was obviously of no threat. ”Where on earth did he pick you up from?” His blue eyes darted towards Ymir for a moment and as he moved to try and speak, the blonde green-eyed woman held up her hand to stop him from speaking. ”tut, tut… let the lady speak.”
Drawing the glass up to his lips to hide the clenching of his teeth, he harshly breathed through his nose. This was going to get interesting.
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