Syvanii drabble: Hand kiss and sleep kiss
800 words
Oc kiss week
Skyrim based, Altmer OC x dragon OC
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“I cannot believe you. Bastard. That was stupid. Even for you.”
The dragon simply ducked his head, his eyes closed and a remorseful smile on his face as the Altmer scolded him once more. Sybil didn’t look up from his task, continuing to bandage Devanii’s arm with narrowed green eyes and a sneering frown on his face. Their camp was quiet and out of the way, thank Anui-El. At worst, a pack of wolves would be a cause of concern, but nothing else.
The young high elf had witnessed many things in his life and travels through Skyrim and the Summerset Isles. None had quite taken the sweetroll like Devanii distracting a giant so Sybil could retrieve an item they needed from a chest in its camp. The idiot could have just flown about in his draconic form. Or shot arrows from afar and confused the goliath.
But no. Something possessed Devanii to hoist his obsidian greataxe and charge the damn thing. Sybil could only watch in mute disbelief from his hiding place as the dragon’s mortal form was batted away in a spectacular manner, the giant quickly following to ensure the dragon’s defeat. While it was the giant who fell in the end, the dragon was left beyond battered and bruised, violet hair a mussed mess and tan skin yellowed and blued…
“Apologies, dii sil. I simply wished to ensure you wouldn’t be noticed.” The larger man rumbled, not sounding sorry at all.
Sybil snorted at that, his eyes flicking up as his ears pulled back and he harshly tugged the bandage closer, “Well, good job. I wasn’t noticed. But you did alert every wild beast and bandit within the mountain range we were there with that scream.”
“It was not a scream,” Devanii denied with visible wounded pride. Straightening up with a sniff as vibrant blue eyes trailed over their armor in the corner of their camp, the dragon finished, “It was a yell.”
“Mmh hm. Very shrill yell.” Sybil mocked as he finished bandaging Devanii’s arm. Sighing as he stood up, the high elf examined his battered dragon with well hidden concern. Tan skin was definitely welted and blackened...
Despite himself, Sybil reached down to rub a thumb under one of those blackened blue eyes, watching Devanii flinch with a discontented hiss as his pupils slitted. But they softened quickly after, the dragon smirking as he leaned into the Altmer’s hand, “At ease, Lokaal. I heal fast. I’ll live yet.”
Green eyes narrowed as Sybil resisted the urge to lightly smack the dragon upside the head, instead opting to pinch a stubbled cheek with a hissed, “You better. I don’t care if you’re ‘immortal’. Do something that reckless again, I’ll smack you across a clearing. Am I clear?”
Devanii huffed in amusement as he reached up to gently grab the high elf’s hand, smoothing it back to cradle his cheek, “Crystal, dii hil.”
Sybil would have been content with that. But the claws that gently grasped his hand held him in place as the dragon turned his head and lavished a lingering kiss to the Altmer’s leather gloved palm.
A shot of heat lit up Sybil’s face as his ears dropped, those vibrant blue eyes locked on his green ones with clear promise and a thousand unspoken things.
With a sharp inhale, Sybil muttered again, “Bastard…” … but eased his hand out of Devanii’s instead of tearing it away, nervously clearing his throat as he turned to tend to camp, “Rest. You’re of no use to me dead on your feet.”
The Altmer tried to ignore the chuckle that rumbled from behind him, busying himself with going through their inventory and written out ‘errands’. Good news, Sybil thought humorlessly as he marked one off, we got the scroll from the giant’s camp…
It was probably half an hour that passed before Sybil looked back to his draconic companion. The violet beast was curled up on his side close to the fire with a number of furs and cloaks gathered around him. Perhaps an attempt to nest…
Silently getting up, Sybil cautiously walked over to the dragon’s side, watching him with an almost soft look on his face as he crossed his arms. The high elf gently pulled one of the warm furs higher, covering a shoulder as the beast rumbled once and fell into a deeper sleep. When Devanii didn’t stir from his slumber, Sybil kneeled down to gently brush a violet lock of wild, fluffy hair away before gently pressing a kiss on the corner of his dragon’s mouth.
Sybil didn’t see the loving smile form on the dragon’s face as he moved away to his own bedroll, unaware of the dragon relaxing as a thumb gently moved to linger on where the kiss warmed his soul.