Dragon Heart

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[kkryptonian]

☀️-- "I suppose so. I thought I'd checked before I left the office." Clark had followed the remainder of the way to the desk. As he was offered a drink and a snack, he shook his head slightly "Oh, water is just fine, thank you. I ate not too long ago."

Not that he was ever not just a little hungry. It took a lot to keep him going even outside of what the sun usually provided him with. Using his powers burned through solar reserves and... not being being able to fuel himself with the sun at the moment meant that he was eating even more than usual. Combining that with the recent return of a few of his abilities was more than a little frustrating.

He shuffled through his bag for his notes and his legal pad. Clark glanced up as he took a seat and pulled out a recorder. "Do you mind if I record for reference later?"

[dragonhcrt]

With a nod, he's moving, grabbing a cup and pouring a nice cold water into it. When he passes it to Clark, he blinks at his question. "Record?"

He hadn't been voice-recorded in a while. It catches him off guard, but he smiles and nods, "Sure." He pours himself a cup of water, too, before taking a seat.

[cloudspierced]

"She's a canopy lindwyrm," Dan Heng replied with a nod. "Fully grown, she should be large enough to carry a person on her back." Not that he really intended to ride on Liulin, though. It was enough to be companions.

It would be good to have friends, though, especially those used to living among humans. Especially considering the way that Liulin had taken up the habit of following him around and curling up next to him on the floor of his room to sleep.

"At first, I thought I would send her back to the wild once she recovered," he confessed. "But... she's gotten attached to me now, so I think I might need to find some new place to live, once she can no longer fit through the door."

Not every creature was gifted with shapeshifting, after all.

"I was going to ask for advice, but I suppose you don't have to worry about that with Wynter."

[dragonhcrt]

Marcellus laughs. Did he understand that. To an extent of course. Sometime, his body found itself getting stuck as a dragon. It has happened twice before, and that was one too many times!

"I am sure you'll be able to find a new housing that'll fit you and your companion. As for Wynter, no. I just need to make sure there's a lot of space for him to let out his energy."

[seirosu]

fingers curl around his , a pact formed . a touch so gentle and unlike her -- a touch reserved for those she would protect . seiros did not know the ways she could help . but she knew that she wanted to . such was the mark of the progenitor upon her conscious .

" please . if you are to follow me . . . please , call me immaculate one when we are in private . if we are to bond as members of the same kind , you should know my true name . "

a name reserved only for those like her . a name so intimate , not even her human lover knew . for it was a name never meant for humans . it was a name meant just for them : dragons . the children of gods .

[dragonhcrt]

Marcellus' eyes widens just a bit. He knows what it means to learn of someone's true name. The trust one must have to lend it to someone else. "Immaculate one," he repeats in a whisper. He feels honored, if he's being honest. There's warmth in his chest.

"I will do that," He says with a smile. He holds her hand in his still and squeezes in a way to show that he has her back.

[seirosu]

brows furrowed , and jaw clicked . struck by the request , seiros quieted into a pensive sort of quiet reserved for consultations with the goddess herself . the voice that accompanied her and put the weight behind her blade , and whose judgement guided her every move .

nobody had ever asked seiros to rise . she had simply risen when the time was right . and in many ways , was it not the natural way of things ?? there must be a purpose behind her birth . to be born and called perfection by the goddess herself could be no coincidence .

the blood which ran so thick though her veins . . . gifted by one who spilled so much of it so that the world might prosper .

marcellus , while like her , was not of her pack . he had no hand in her affairs , but he was still enough like her to be compelling . and if he so called upon her to be a stone , she would grind herself into the earth the very same : for her pack was so small , and she was so needing .

a hand pressed down on top of his , a gentle touch . wordless . if marcellus asked her to lead , then so be it . she would rise for him .

[dragonhcrt]

Her hand rests on top of his own, and his eyes meet hers. The Dragon smiles and shifts his hand so that his fingers can fold over her hand. He truly meant what he said. Back home, he wasn't the only dragon, but he was the only dragon that was close to some god. It was lonely being put up so high, and the feeling of no guidance had been strong.

Here? Maybe there could be some guidance. Seiros could help him, and maybe in turn he could help her.

"Thank you, Seiros," he says in a hushed whisper.

[kkryptonian]

☀️-- Clark paused and looked up from shuffling his notes back into his bag.

He felt plenty embarrassed over this. At least half of the fumbling around was genuine, however, even for as much as some people who knew the truth about him assumed it must all be an act. Clark was genuinely awkward and clumsy. It came from years of trying not to act as an accidental bulldozer.

...Luthor hadn't exactly been wrong to say that he moved like a landslide.

"Oh? Really? That'd be swell! I wasn't really sure who to ask about that sort of thing. It seemed like the Daily forgot to call ahead to make sure the station remembered that we were coming."

[dragonhcrt]

"It happens to the best of us. Even the Daily, huh?" Marcellus gestures before beginning anything else, "Would you like something to drink? Some snacks while I answer some questions?" He's already making way to the small mini fridge by his desk to grab a drink and a snack for himself.

Interviews were much more fun when you had something to eat and enjoy together!

[seirosu]

tongue perched against the back of her teeth , as if on the precipice of speech . as if burdened by the sheer scope of his request , seiros acquiesced to crimping and folding the edges of her thoughts into brief , neat phrases . it was easier that way , to press her nail into the flesh between finger and thumb and trim away the excess .

and to pray her words might not crumble beneath the weight they carry , for her truth was simple !! which only made it heavy . seiros had lived countless lives and yet not a single one whole .

" all i have ever tried to do are the right things . "

by all means she did not owe humanity a goddess , but she had seen what became of a godless land . a land so long plagued by bandits -- thieves who raided and pillaged indiscriminately . who destroyed homes and broke apart families and livelihoods .

and these were the natural consequences of humanity's folly .

but even so , she cured them of their plagues . she fended off their enemies . she united their people under a common banner . . . and under a goddess who died by their sins . perhaps because she was born of a goddess that her compassion should not mystify her so . and yet --

" for a while , i didn't think i cared to . i had spent a long time without caring for others because i thought i had nobody left . but then , i noticed that the humans . . . many of them suffer the same pains as myself . only , they are forced to live along with the pains for far less time than i . so . . . they are my responsibility to redirect . to guide . i gained their trust and built them a home . an infant empire . and in turn , they will aid me in restoring my own . "

[dragonhcrt]

Marcellus looks over to the setting sun. It reminds him of Seiros. While the sun is setting, it looks like it may rain. Yet, it still holds a beauty in color, despite the greys around the edges.

From what Marcellus sees, she carries so much that it weighs on her. There is so much that needs to be done. Too many responsibilities, and he understands that better than anyone.

Tried to do the right things...

And he doesn't at all doubt that. He turns to look at her. Where she helped humans, he hid from them. It's admirable to hear what she's done.

"It won't change anything," he starts, "but why not do that here. So many people could use help from someone like you." There's a pause, and then he lowers his gaze toward his hands. "I, for one, could."

[cloudspierced]

starter for @dragonhcrt ! ( s.c. )

No matter the shape and size, no matter their world of origins, it seemed that dragons of all types had some affinity for one another. Perhaps it was because they were all, in some way, Long's scions, or perhaps there was some other explanation-- but whatever the reason was, the sight of the young moss-green canopy lindwyrm playing among the branches and leaves with Wynter simply reaffirmed that fact.

"Liulin's wing is nearly healed now, though she can't quite reach the canopies yet," Dan Heng noted as he watched them. "Playing like this should help her recover her strength."

He wondered if she would be able to adapt to living in the wild again. Since he'd rescued her and brought her to Whisperwind Hacienda for recovery, she had bonded with him. She was still fairly small for now, but... eventually, it would be a little difficult for her to fit inside his apartment...

[dragonhcrt]

At first, Marcellus had been worried. It had been some time since Wynter hung out with another fellow dragon. Watching him warm up to the other dragon and then them playing really set him at ease.

"I'm relieved to see Wynter is being gentle with her," He says with a sigh. "She is a full dragon, isn't she? Wynter won't grow any more than he has already, but Liulin...She will be massive." Beautiful, indeed!

[dragonhcrt]

@kkryptonian

"Were you looking for someone?" Marcellus had noticed that a man stood by the entrance of the police department. "Or are you in need of some assistance? I am here to help."

[kkryptonian]

☀️-- "Oh - uh, no! No, I -" Clark cleared his throat, fumbling out his press badge and holding it for the other man to see. "I apologize. Uh - Clark Kent from Aevum Daily. I'm here to do interview some officers for a report on crime rates."

He had been standing there checking over his notes. He hadn't meant to loiter there and he had shuffled out of the way as best he could.

[dragonhcrt]

"Well, I guess in a way you are looking for help, mm?" He asks with a friendly smile on his face. He adjusts himself and approaches the other. "I am free. I don't mind doing an interview with you." Maybe it'd help figure some things out about the crimes!

[seirosu]

" no . " immediate , decisive . seiros held stern her jaw , " no , i do not fear for what has become of my kin . i have raised them an army of ardent supporters who would make it so they never stand alone . "

wilhelm would never betray her in this . he knew the hand he so chose to hold as well as the burdens it came with . and so seiros did not fear what would become of her homeland and family , for humanity would fear her for what was to happen should they conspire further behind their goddess's back .

and her hand remained so entwined in his .

" what i am is restless . to you , visibility is a curse : to be seen for your power , feared for your judgement , held responsible for your followers . for me , it buys back some of what has been lost . i yearn to be respected , but it serves no use to be seen in a world not my own , by people not my own . and by humans who owe me and my family nothing . so , i am restless . "

[dragonhcrt]

How the two of them are two sides of the same coin. So alike and yet so vastly different from one another. He isn't entirely sure how to help her feel less restless, but maybe it isn't something he can help with. Only be there for her as a friend. As a fellow dragon.

"Do you mind talking about the things you've done in your world? What was your life like there?"

[seirosu]

seiros stared back , searching . nails scraped violently against concrete at her side . nothing special , but to be a dragon was special . to revel in anything less was deemed wrong ; invisibility could never be named freedom .

however , she was not blinded to the burden of being a god . her very own mother slept seiros's childhood away , exhausted by humanity and their indelible sins . and yet here seiros remained , longing for someone to follow : someone strong enough to rule over her , guide her --

seize from her this freedom that left her so lost . so empty .

" so then you wish to be a bird , " seiros smirked to herself deflating beneath her inner pride , " when you have had all respect torn away from you , you might understand the plight of my nabatean kin . to be seen as nothing -- no different -- is as much a sacrilege as you deem a blessing . "

then , a solemnness claimed her . her face hardened , " i fear i will never know true peace in a place as far removed as this . not until i wear the viscera of the man who made me into nothing but his own unfortunate , personal hell . "

[dragonhcrt]

Marcellus blinks, realizing that it was his words that could have been misinterpreted. He doesn't say more about the matter when it comes to it. Marcellus was PROUD to be a dragon. However, he didn't ask to be a god, to have followers, and to be sought out. It was a responsibility that had fallen onto him because of what he was and who he was tied to. It was a responsibility that would be on his shoulders for as long as he lived.

"Are you frightened, Seiros?" He asks. With her being here, far from home, he wondered just how far the fear ran in her. Was she scared? Worried? What did she think of this place and what did she think was happening in her world?

[seirosu]

" so . . . you feel content . "

seiros might have accepted that she was to remain here for the unforeseen future ; however , home yet called to her . it spoke to her in the quietest of moments and found her in the darkest of rooms .

to live with a mission engraved into her breast meant marrying it , and divorcing from it meant to die . so seiros did not share the same comfort . at least , she didn't think that she could .

" what opportunities have you gained exactly ?? "

[dragonhcrt]

"Something like that," he admits. "I feel guilty for admitting such a thing. I have responsibilities back home. The people need me, but..." he looks to the skies with a soft sigh.

"The taste of freedom, so to speak. That's a big one. Here, I'm not looked at as some god. Here I'm just like anybody else." He looks at Seiros, "A dragon, but regardless...There's nothing special about me here."

[dragonhcrt]

"I could have sworn I was returned home..."

[dragonhcrt]

A starter call for Marcellus. I will cap this one at 2 for now!

[dragonhcrt]

One more slot opened!

[dragonhcrt]

@seirosu

"I'll admit that as much as I'd love to return home...Being here has shown me so much. I don't think I'd have the opportunity where I'm from."

[dragonhcrt]

@kkryptonian

"Were you looking for someone?" Marcellus had noticed that a man stood by the entrance of the police department. "Or are you in need of some assistance? I am here to help."

[dragonhcrt]

A starter call for Marcellus. I will cap this one at 2 for now!

[cagedfreedom]

I will be dropping old threads and starting new ones. Just...not anytime soon.

Mentioning my dog Lulu under the cut.

Today is my dog, Lulu's last day here.

I'll post a starter call across my blogs at some point..