Okay silly idea, since Jace/Vermax likes to hoard jewels, I feel like Vermax would have his own cave on Dragonstone full of his trinkets. When he finally sees his mate, he takes them there and just showers them in jewels. All in dragon form.
Omg, YES!!
Also, hi Anon💎!! 🤭 Btw this is not the same as when Jewel came back from her family for some wedding and a baby shower. It’s another time either before or after.
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Jace had retreated into himself, as the two months you’d gone back to your family extended to three, then four, and now nearly five months. Leaving Vermax in charge of their overall survival.
And Vermax had grown too big for Jacaerys’ room. He’d relocated to his favourite little grotto on the island, his magnificent and shiny cave full of magnificent and shiny little baubles and trinkets. And while Vermax couldn’t fill the empty space your absence had left in their chest, he could fill his cave with more jewels in the meantime. Especially now that he’d found a(n abandoned) ship some way away from Dragonstone, still filled with shinies.
How was he to resist, truly?
But today, Vermax was lazily flying in wide circles over the Dragonstone’s castle, wondering what to do with himself. He had no interest in laying about in-between two emerald filled walls, glancing up at glittering baubles made out of rich metals and pretty stones. He'd grown tired of counting and recounting all his historical (or so said the little one in his head) shiny pieces, and decorating the cave a new time was all but discouraging at the moment.
Vermax was about to shot up to leave for the high sea when he spotted a tinie-tiny spot moving on the sea’s horizon. And whilst dragon’s do not have interest in timetables or any other list of the kind, this dragon thought curiously if it could be possible your ship would’ve been scheduled for today.
He didn’t care enough to let the little one know. Not yet. Vermax had neither the patience, nor strength to deal with a saddened Jacaerys, as it would only add to his morose attitude. But he still flew toward the little ship that grew larger with each flaps of his wings.
Beneath him, the waves of the sea parted with the blow of air Vermax pushed down to fly above the water, creating waves of his own, battling against the natural ones fending towards shore. And the further he flew, the further Vermax could make out the sigil of your house floating above, a stark contrast against the cloud-filled sky.
A screech, between the wail of a whale and the song of a very large bird, left Vermax’s throat. A sound that echoed against the wall of the sea and the one of the heavy clouded sky. The dragon fended the sky, height to let himself drop with an acrobatic when spotted your little form standing on the deck, waving furiously in his direction. Vermax screeched again.
Once he reached your boat, Vermax dropped himself low enough to reach for you catching you between his back paws. His awkward grip on you made Vermax reconsider flying toward the dock, and he veered toward the rocky part of the island, the closest part now.
‘What are you doing??’ The little one’s voice boomed through Vermax’s consciousness, and his wings faltered a bit and he tipped dangerously closer to the waters.
‘Hush.’ He growled, the sound rumbling through the air, and he Vermax felt you grasp at his legs thighet, and he dropped his head momentarily to look at you from one eye before looking inward again.
You were there. He had you. You were safe. And like the crown upon the head of a mighty ruler, you were enduring the challenge. His perfect jewel, a true diamond in the rock. Having soothed the little one, Vermax continued flying toward his secret not so secret cave, where he knew you’d be left alone for a while. The sea breeze felt cold against its scales, and Vermax practically heard his heart, their heart, break when he thought of how cold you must be, clutched awkwardly between his hind legs, probably from the little one. Which was a nonsense he promptly shut down.
The opening of his cave grew closer, and Vermax’s started to decelerate. Taking on the opening in full swing alone was one thing, but with his little Jewel hanging from him, the dragon would not chance it.
Vermax’s cave was a sight worthy of dragon’s legends. The, albeit rare today, sun shone through it’s opening and thousand of diamonds and golden objects reflected it’s light. The dragon had taken care to dispose his cave in a manner that would be pleasing to all. You’d been brought there before, and Vermax had always been proud to show you where (to him) you truly belonged: at the very top of his hoard. The preciousest of all his shiny trinkets.
Hitting the ground, Vermax made sure to not squash you. He felt your hand run against his abdomen belly, the highest you could reach, all the way until you stood in front of him. Clothes crumpled by the wind, lacking the riches Vermax was so used to see you in habitually, and it displeased him greatly. A soft growl, deep and so unlike him echoed against the walls, making the numerous suspended baubles ornamenting the cave began to shake with the sound. His nose brushed against your belly, and he sighed harshly against the fabric covering you, trying to convey his displeasure.
“Hush. You big baby. You caught me before I could make myself presentable to you.”
Vermax heard how you hesitated to name him, still unsure about whom was piloting the body, still under trained to recognized Jace from himself. It was but a small matter to him. Your hand on the front of his head brought him comfort nonetheless. The void in his chest quietly filling with your scent at every breath Vermax took, and another little sound escaped him, between a sigh and a purr.
Something was bothering him, still. Your stature, your worth was not shining through with the plain sailing clothes that you wore, and with a second rumble, Vermax parted with you. Using his nose to search around the multiple piles of his hoard to find something that would translate your importance. He threw pieces of clothing and multiple accessories for you to take from, picking carefully each gifts to offer you. You cold only have the best of the best. And Vermax was proudly the owner of everything that was best.
“Isn’t this a piece of armor?” Your laughter reverbated against the emerald covered walls of the cave, making the dragon’s head perked up, turning in your direction again as you raised and old, bronze made shoulder piece from a long decimated and now forgotten civilization. The dragon’s gaze eyed you up and down, as if to say : ’That’s what you stop yourself on?’ before he went back to foraging into his hoard.
