WIP Wednesday Cleaning Spells
It's been a while. Life has been hella hectic of late but I'm here with one of the many WIPs I've got cooking away. This one is inspired by a tweet that spiraled into I don't even know what. Thus I present a small taster of Dragon!Kinn in a Magical!KP AU. Have fun kiddos.
Kinn is trapped. He’s confined and diminished by the man he’s been bound to and he rails against it. For thousands of years, he’s overseen the spirit realm, acting as the North Wind, and now he’s here, bound to a puny magic user he deems unfit. The injustice of it all makes his whiskers itch.
In his diminished form he wiggles across the human’s skin. Porsche, his name is Porsche. His claws scrape the man’s sides, getting the man to flinch. “Stop that.” Kinn hears the man hiss quietly as he hefts another crate.
Kinn slithers across Porsche’s skin, unhappy with where he settled before, and drapes himself across Porsche’s shoulders, peering out from the open collar of the man’s shirt.
“Would you just settle down,” Porsche sighs for the umpteenth time. Kinn ignores him just as he has the other times.
“Baby, are you talking to yourself?” A voice asks and Kinn perks up.
“Fuck,” Porsche whispers quietly and then buttons up his shirt so Kinn can’t see anymore.
That won’t do. Kinn slithers up his neck to peek over the collar.
“It’s no one,” Porsche tells a woman who walks behind the bar, slinky pink shirt showing off her collarbones where Kinn spots a jungle sprite with her brightly colored wings perched on her skin. She’s pretty and he sends a tendril of spirit magic as a greeting. She responds warmly in kind.
The woman walks close to Porsche and then gasps, yanking at Porsche’s collar to get a better look at Kinn. “Porsche Pachara Kittisawat!”
Ah, so that is his bonded’s full name. Kinn tucks that information away for later.
“You’ve been bonded!” The woman is still going. “Your magic manifested, and you got a dragon.” The last bit she says with the appropriate level of awe for Kinn’s status. He preens a bit at that, letting his long-form coil in pleasure. Porsche squirms at his movements. “Can I meet them?”
Kinn can feel Porsche clamming up, the tension in the man climbing higher and higher. He wants out. Kinn pushes at their bond, knowing that Porsche will feel his call. The man hisses and then the blend of Porsche’s magic and Kinn’s allows him to stretch out into the corporal world and take his true form.
Kinn curls into the air in the little bar, twisting and winding his lithe body to show off to the other magic user. The awed gasp is pleasing. Porsche is just scowling at him, with his arms crossed.
“Oh, Porsche. He’s magnificent. It is a he isn’t it?” Yok addresses Kinn’s bonded again and that rankles Kinn for some reason.
“I’m known as Anakinn,” he rumbles to the other woman.
SP is on break again this week cause I was traveling last weekend but it will update next week! Aiming to finish that bad boy up before the end of September!