Y Ddraig Goch

may the bridges i burn light the way

[drakongoch]

whimsyjessamine:

Swallowing hard, trying to slow her breathing, through it all, she smiled at him, laughing faintly. “Th-thank you,” she let out, trying to wipe away her tears. How utterly embarrassing, her mind told her, to panic so quickly in front of someone who was her only chance a learning about herself. 

“C-could we? I-I’m so sorry, th-this is the worst. I just…can feel– people are– Please, yes.”

He watched her struggle to calm herself, a small smile on his face. “No worries, it’s only the proper thing to do.” He nodded, quickly standing up and offering her a hand, not because he thought she needed it but because it was the polite thing to do.

“Of course we can, there’s cafes around here or I live a couple blocks that way. My place is a mess though, wouldn’t want to expose you to that without fair warning.”

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little-cavanaugh:

Not only had he seen her, but he was willing to help. 

Though she struggled to contain her tears where they dripped down her face, Winona nodded quickly, curls flying. She hadn’t expected help, of all things, but she wanted it, desperately, after having been alone for so long. 

“She’s m’dearest friend, an I don’t-thank you.”

Drakon thought that he was probably among the worst people or creatures to be confronted with a crying woman. Still though, he was being given an opportunity to help someone connect with someone that they cared about - and one of the people was one of his kind.

“No thanks needed, she seemed really sweet. What did you say her name was?”

He wondered how this woman knew Jessamine.

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whimsyjessamine:

Abandoned. It was a possibility she’d thought of decades ago, but it was secondary to the panic attack that was mounting in her body, shortening her breaths and sending burning tears to glisten in her eyes. People were staring, there were people looking at her, even if they really weren’t. Social anxiety was a hell she wished had never happened to her.

“I-I’m sorry,” she tried again, this time apologizing more for how she curled in on herself, trying to stop the internal destruction from the fear alone. She had so many questions, but she’d gone and done it, made herself loud and obvious in the public sphere, and with her eyes closed, she felt a degree better. “I’m so sorry. I’m just– overwhelmed. Um, I, um…It’s–” Routine, she told herself, routine would help. “It’s Drakon, right? M-my name is Jessamine. Like…like Jasmine.”

He didn’t know what was going on - not that that was something new, Drakon very rarely knew what was going on it seemed. However, he knew enough to know that was very much experiencing panic that was worse than his had been at its peak. He felt compelled to help, however he could. “It’s fine, not your fault at all.” 

“It’s okay,” he said, reaching out to touch her softly on the shoulder. “Yup that’s me. Jessamine,” he tested the name out, enjoying how it felt on his tongue. “That’s a beautiful name, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” He paused trying to figure out what else he could do to calm her down. “Would it help if we went somewhere with less people?” It was kind of a shot in the dark but it was something.

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whimsyjessamine:

“No,” she repeated her voice turning soft, hands clenching together before her face. “No, no. I hatched in a witch’s garden, I’ve been alone my whole life. I…I didn’t know…I didn’t know there were more of me…us…I thought…”

The panic was rising, pressing down on her chest, and she held herself, trembling. “Who’s they? Are there a lot of us? Are…I-I’m sorry, I…I didn’t– Shoot. I’m asking so many questions, I’m sorry.”

“You hatched, in a witch’s garden? I’ve never heard of any of the clans ever abandoning their eggs.” Something must have happened, that was the only explanation for it. “There’s more of us or there were. I don’t know, haven’t seen another dragon in hundreds of years. It’s been a long time.”

“I - it’s complicated. There’s better people to answer your questions - I left them when I was fairly young so I don’t know. There’s different groups or clans, and if you leave and are found you get killed. I guess it’d be different if you were never there.” He shrugged, “We can figure that out.”

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whimsyjessamine:

Excitement rushed through her veins, bringing a frightened and delighted squeal to her lips. People were staring at them, she could feel it, and she promptly clamped her hands over her own mouth before the panic set in harder than it already was. They were staring.

“No, no, no!” She whispered, distress in her voice. “No, I didn’t mean to scare you! I’m so sorry! I-I just– I’ve never met another– I’ve never–! Oh, I’m so sorry!”

He too couldn’t ignore the stares, even as his mind raced with what felt like a never ending circle of panic. He managed to focus on appearing human while also trying to figure out why she could possibly be excited about seeing him. He was a traitor, an abandoner - worthless and hated by his clan. Drakon knew that in their eyes he was useless and meant nothing.

“You’ve never met another?” That couldn’t be right, he thought struggling to keep his jaw from falling open. “You’re a, you’re a girl! They’d love you, they love the girls.”

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whimsyjessamine:

He had to be joking. Her anxiety spiked suddenly, heart palpitating with something like fear and excitement. “You’re kidding,” she whispered, her body language visibly shrinking. “Who put you up to this? I don’t have any friends – who told you to do this?”

“Oh my god– oh– I’m–” Unable to find words, she instead stuck her arm out for him to see, as momentarily, fine blue scales slid beneath her epidermis, dark eyes lightening to the unnatural violet she was so commonly known for. “Are you…?”

“I’m not, why would I?” He shook his head violently, hair flopping about as he tried to figure out why she seemed to be upset. Then, he saw the scales.

“ Yes-ee maor!” He accidentally switched back to his native tongue in a moment of pure shock and horror. Drakon couldn’t believe that he had revealed himself to a female dragon of all things, oh god. This was bad, this was so very bad. He barely noticed the scales coming up or his eyes glowing as he stumbled backwards ever-so-slightly.

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whimsyjessamine:

“On…purpose?” Tipping her head then, closing her sketchbook slowly, Jessamine worried her bottom lip. What reason could provoke a name like that? “Like…Does your family own a dragon, or something?”

“More like I am a dragon,” he admitted quietly. He hoped that she believed him, or that could be super awkward. “And my family is, I guess. Although the people I consider family were slash are humans.”

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whimsyjessamine:

Laughing, softly, Jessamine wrote it slowly next to the attempt at a drawing. “It’s alright. I’m– well, neither am I.” Then, repeating his name, she nodded slowly. Odd, but then again, she had heard the Gaelic of names that had come before her. 

“Sounds like dragon. That’s– really cool, huh? Or– well, you probably get that a lot, I’m sure.”

He chuckled, “Makes us a party then.” Two’s a party but three’s a crowd. Drakon watched her repeat his name, wondering if she found if it odd as many humans did.

“Yeah, I do but that’s okay. Pretty sure the similarity was on purpose really.”

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whimsyjessamine:

“Well…” She hesitated, tongue thick as she thought, before she returned her attention to the other. “Yes, but I’m not an artist! And my friend said it’s a better tactic to get people’s names than to ask them directly.” Plan foiled, she supposed, but she gave a sheepish smile no less.

“Oh,” he could feel his cheeks heating up as he realized that he had not only failed to introduce himself but then had argued with her. “Well your friend is probably right, I’m just not the most social creature. Drakon, my name is, Drakon.”

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little-cavanaugh:

Yesterday afternoon.

Seemed fine.

One hand clasping over her mouth, her breath became a gasp, a gut-punched sob, and Winona blinked wide, wild eyes at him. 

“Ya sure? Y-y’saw her?”

A harsh, gusting breeze broke past them, drawn somewhere from around the corner and pulled out of thin air, and those were tears on her freckled cheeks. 

“Sh-she was kidnapped, over a year ago, ‘n I been searchin’ everywhere.”

He could see the distress on her face and just barely kept himself from reaching out in an attempt to comfort her. 

“Yeah, she looked just like the picture.” He paused, taking in the tears on her cheeks and imagined what it would be like to lose someone like that.

“I can help you look for her if you want,” he offered.

“A year, well not much longer now. I’ll help if you need but we’ll find her.” Dead or alive, went unsaid.

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little-cavanaugh:

Las Vegas was a far larger place than she had initially put much thought into. So used to the sprawling hillsides of Ireland, with its friendly peoples and its fresh air, that the flashing neon lights and the bustle of thousands upon thousands of people took her breath away. The raging maelstrom that thrummed beneath her skin became a vortex of anxiety at her fingertips and fire in her veins, and storm clouds had overcome the city. 

A picture clenched in hand, lilting accent thick between her teeth and tongue, Winona stepped into the path of the person who tried to walk past her, a begging exhaustion in her eyes. 

“Have ye seen this girl, b’chance?”

Drakon’s breath was still taken away by the shiny streets of Las Vegas, though he missed the openness of his home. Anything was better he supposed than the dankness of the prison, even based on what few flashed of memory he has from the years he spent trapped there. He wasn’t surprised to be stopped - it wasn’t an entirely uncommon practice but he was surprised to be shown a picture of someone he recognized.

His brain went into overdrive, trying to recall where he recognized her from before he keyed into it.

“Yeah, um I saw her in a park about 3 blocks that way yesterday afternoon. She seemed fine, is something wrong?”

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whimsyjessamine:

Eyes growing wide briefly, she blinked, idle in thought. “Tin foil,” she repeated. “That’s not a bad idea, though. It’s really shiny.”

“Well, I’ll figure it out, in any case. What name should I write on it?”

He grinned as he nodded his head. “Yeah,” he breathed out softly. “That’s what I like best about it, it’s so shiny.”

“Don’t artists usually sign stuff with their own names?”

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whimsyjessamine:

“Ah, no. You can’t ruin something that’s already awful,” she laughed. “I’m a terrible artist. I’ll just draw a flower or something in the extra space. I hope you don’t mind half of your face being a flower.”

“Oh, I’m sure you aren’t that bad.” He tried to be reassuring. “A terrible artist wouldn’t even have any ideas on how to fill in the space! I don’t mind, better than my suggestion. Which would have been to put a piece of tin foil in the empty space.”

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EVER WONDER WHAT MY MUSE SAYS ABOUT YOURS?

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ofhotheads:

Send me a symbol.

📖 for what my muse would write about yours in their diary. 📷 for what my muse would say to the paparazzi about yours. 💋 for what my muse would say to the person trying to woo your muse. 🔪 for the eulogy my muse would give for yours. 💌 for a letter my muse would write to yours. 📫 for a letter my muse would write about yours to a third party. 📨 for a text my muse would send to yours. 💬 for a text my muse would send to yours to a third party. 💀 for what my muse would say upon hearing about your muse’s death. 👪 for what my muse would say to your muse’s child about them. 👊 for what my muse would say upon hearing yours has been arrested. 💒 for the toast my muse would give at your muse’s wedding.

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whimsyjessamine:

“No, no–!”

“Oh, bollocks, you moved. I guess I’ll just…smudge this here, then. Well, good enough. Maybe I’ll say a bird flew past you.”

@drakongoch

“Oh sorry, I’m terrible at staying still.”

“Did I ruin the drawing? I can try to stay still if you want, but I’m really awful at it and I get distracted really easily.”

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rxmulus-the-great:

Nose curling, shaking his head, Rom sighed. 

“They were greedy, and it lead to their demise.”

He bared his teeth then, as a passing woman smacked her shoulder into his without anything resembling an apology. His gaze followed her, but she wasn’t the medicinal stench he had been tracking either, and Romulus shook his head once more. 

“Do you have a phone, perhaps?”

“They left behind some pretty nice treasure though.” He sighed thinking about his cave full of shiny baubles.

He watched the women bump into him, and glared at her as she walked away. “Oh yeah, I uh it’s somewhere.” He started pulling things out of his various pockets but mostly pulled out tinfoil and jewelry. “Ah, yup.” He pulled out the phone that he wasn’t quite used to using.

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rxmulus-the-great:

“My apologies.” Inclining his head in a slight bow once more, Romulus gave the other a sincere smile. “I meant no insult.”

“I, Romulus, am the founder of Rome, along with my sister, Remus. We are the children of Ares, and god and goddess in our own right, first and foremost. Secondly, we are werewolves. The first.”

“Oh no, you didn’t.” He tried to stop the apology feeling rather distressed, after all the other hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Woah, that’s awesome. I remember when the Romans invaded Wales. They were a good army.”