I come to ask for more naga au snippets please 🥹 im on ma knees
Naga Eclipse learns that you're not actually staring but capturing pictures with your device, so he snatches you. The fact that you're unwilling is no bother to him; he carries you through the marsh and deep water to reach gorgeous landscapes he thinks you might want to capture. You learn that when Eclipse picks you up, it's best to settle in for the little outing and get some incredible snapshots.
When you express your desire for a particular bird feather, he returns with just that in hand. You're too scared to ask how he got it. You have to admit, it is a gorgeous gift. He only gives you a gift once you express your desire for something, so you're careful with your words. Mostly, it's harmless.
Naga Eclipse is far more into physical contact as one: he can hold you without threat to your immediate health (your anxiety levels on the other hand—) and two: he leaves his scent on you. Only he knows how much you smell like him, marked by his affection. He adores that when you return, he gets to nuzzle your neck again.
You miss him one day only to return the next and find him barely able to balance on his tail, lethargic and slow. You've learned that means he's eaten, and you've learned to not ask what. He speaks little, but when he finally reaches you, he pulls you into his arms and bundles you in his tail like a little nest. Then, he sleeps. You can't move much, but the sun feels nice. You take the chance to study Eclipse without being interrupted by his usual antics.
He's peaceful when he softly snoozes. You listen to birdsong and wait until you dare wake him and coax him to let you go so you can return the next day. He's a grump when you try. He pulls you back repeatedly, suddenly revived with energy when you try to leave. Eventually, he lets you go—but you wonder if there will come a day when he won't.
You smell sweet to him, like sugar. He adores calling you sweet mouse because of how you wrinkle your nose. He loves the soft sounds of surprises you make when he holds you. Every little gasp and squeak is lovely. He likes to squeeze you just to hear those fall out of your mouth.
He has the power of hypnotic suggestion with his gaze. If he caught your eye and brought it into play, you would be utterly charmed, but he has only used it in threats a time or two. Perhaps if you've ever been particularly distressed, he would calm you down subtly—just until your breaths evened out from the shallow and panicked gulps they were turning into, though he wouldn't hold you under it for long. He wants you as you are. And he wants you to want him.