phoenixstrut | [AU] For the Greater Good

Duke thinks they could use a good burning, to be quite honest, but he's going to retire to his tea and Not Pay Attention To Anything Else.

Zaveid has returned to just a mess of frustration, and now that she knows what she's looking for, an interesting sort of desperately hungry. While not as bad as the book said it could get, it was probably a little clear that he was locking himself away in the bathroom to prevent any sort of instinctual... anything.

She presses her forehead to the door, steadying herself with a few deep breaths before she finally opens it and heads inside, shutting it carefully behind her before slowly crossing to the bathroom door instead.

Her throat is tight, but the frustration spilling out from behind the door, while it scares her, tugs at something different this time. Shit...

"... Zaveid? Let...Let me in."

"Go to sleep, princess-" Zaveid grumbles it. The intensity of what he's feeling gives away that he most definitely wasn't almost asleep, despite the roughness of his voice.

"Zaveid." Her tone's a touch more resolute this time, even if still as gentle as she can manage, given the circumstances. There's a pause as she summons a kernel of her power and sends it through to him- that aura of calm comfort and warmth. "Let me in."

He is not going to let her in here before he's sure, no matter how much he wants to knock down the door.

"Do y'know what your asking?" What will happen if she comes in here, anything like that.

He's closer, the desperation-could-be-over and frustration at not being sure, don't jump at it-

There's silence for a few long beats, then,

"...Yes."

A soft thunk, like his head is on the door, a sound that should have been fingers on the latch but didn't sound quite right.

"I'm..." A breathy admitting, the relief is soon, and something small and bright that she's actually accepting him in someway More Important than simply being married. "Not quite myself." And the door opens.

That's really all the warning he has for the fact that he's in the early stages of a draconic transformation, scales highlighting along his cheekbones, spine, in rough edges along his hands and arms. His full crown of horns is present, as is distinctly Wrong eyes.

... Dove has about two breaths to realize this before he is carefully reaching for her to press his mouth to hers.

There's a flicker of hope as he draws closer, as the latch slowly slides away, even as her heart begins to quicken its pace. Close... they're close to something, and she steels her resolve as the door finally slides away.

For a moment, that brief spark of a beat, she can only stare, enchanted and shocked all at once. Wrong, perhaps, but raw, and real, and him.

Two or no, she's not entirely sure she's breathing as he reaches for her, and she finds herself falling into his hold all too willingly. Be it his spilling influence or a shift between them or a need she hasn't allowed herself to admit, there's little hesitation in the way her lips meet his.

[AU] For the Greater Good

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