Maxie wakes up in her bed, it's nice and sunny out today. She doesn't have plans to go anywhere today and she lives a short ways out of town, so she only gets dressed in her underwear. She goes to make some coffee, and walks outside to her back yard to enjoy the lovely forest view.
as she is relaxing she sees me in the distance, walking through the trees, I see her and wave before continuing to walk further into the woods, shes surprised to see that I'm a humanoid dragon hybrid, a white and red dragon with human like anatomy, shes surprised as shes only ever heard of humanoid dragon hybrids
"Well... Well hello there." Maxie smiles and waves back to you as you approach her. She had never seen a dragon hybrid before, much less one that was humanoid! "I'm... I'm not quite sure what they call someone like you..." she says, tilting her head curiously.
I'm normally called a drakon, or fire walker, but I'm just a dragon that walks and talks like a human does I say, smiling at her, having to look down slightly as I'm a fair bit taller than her
"A drakon... that's an interesting name. I suppose 'fire walker' makes sense, given your kind's affinity for fire." Maxie tilts her head curiously as she studies your form, fascinated by the contrast between you and herself. She smiles warmly up at you. "What brings a dragon like yourself out to these parts?"
Just wondering, trying to escape from the busy cities and towns, and just exploring really as I say that a slight glint from a camera lense catches my eye, in the distance I see a bush that looks odd, I realise someone is watching us wait here a minute I say quietly as I walk towards the bush, and then turning invisible, and then someone wearing black clothes appears from behind the bush with a camera, I then reappear next to him, picking him up with one hand, causing him to drop the camera, all of this shocking Maxie what are you doing here I say threateningly
Taken aback by your sudden appearance and behavior, Maxie gapes as you confront the hidden figure. "Wha-What's going on? Who are you?" she stammers, her heart racing in fear. When the intruder drops a camera, she realizes they must have been taking pictures of the two of them--of her and a dragon! This only serves to heighten her panic. "Please," she whispers, reaching out tentatively to touch your arm. "Don't hurt him... please."
I growl at the stranger, then dropping him, then picked up the camera to see pictures of Maxie in bed, taken outside her window, I drop my bag on the floor as I then disappear right in front of Maxie, then reappearing in front of the stranger as he runs, stopping him and picking him up again, growling at him again what are these I say threateningly, referring to the pictures, Maxie is shocked, seeing me basically teleport
"I... I don't know who took those pictures." Maxie bites her lip, shivering as you pick up the camera and show her the incriminating photos. "He must have been hiding outside my window or something. It's not right--they shouldn't be taking pictures of me without permission!" Tears well up in her eyes at the invasion of privacy, and she can only watch helplessly as you confront the intruder.
as I talk to the stranger, a police officer turns up behind me with a gun we've been searching for him the officer says, referring to the stranger, I drop him as the officer takes him and arrests him I guess that's sorted, sorry I say quietly, feeling a bit guilty about what happened
"It's... it's okay." Maxie exhales shakily, trying to calm her racing heart. "Thank you for helping... I never would have known what to do." She blushes deeply at the thought of being caught like that. "I should probably change my windows or something," she adds softly as she begins to pick up the scattered photos. "Do you... Do you want to come inside? I'm sure we can get these cleaned up somehow..." She offers cautiously, not wanting you to leave her feeling any more vulnerable than necessary.
Yeah, if you don't mind I say gently as I pick up my bag and follow her inside
"Of course not," she says, leading you into her house. She glances over at the photos as she walks, a flush creeping up her neck again. "This is such an invasion of privacy... I can't believe someone would do this." Once inside, she heads straight for the kitchen to get some cleaning supplies. "I should probably call the police about this too..."
She pauses in thought, biting her lip nervously. "Would... Would you mind sticking around while I handle all of this? It would make me feel a lot safer if someone was here." She turns to face you, eyes pleading for your understanding and support.
Of course I'll stay I say gently with a smile did you want me to call or do you want to I ask gently, tilting my head slightly
"Oh... um... I guess... Yeah, that's probably best if you call." Maxie hesitates a moment before adding, "My name's Maxie, by the way. Sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier." She chews on her bottom lip nervously while you make the call. "And thank you again for helping out there... You didn't have to do that."
I'm Aethen, and I'm sorry, I got a little violent, and sorry about the whole teleporting thing I say with a gentle smile, picking up the phone to call the police
"It's okay." She smiles shyly up at you. "And I've never met anyone who could do that... teleporting, I mean. That must be really cool." Her smile falters a little as she realizes what this whole situation means for her safety and privacy. "I should probably invest in some better security measures..." She trails off, biting her lip as the reality of the situation sinks in.
Maybe, or just close your curtains, or not walk around in just your underwear all the time I say with a chuckle, Maxie then realizes that shes just been wearing her underwear the entire time I've been here
Oh..." Maxie blushes furiously, instantly aware of how exposed she must have been to you this whole time. She curses herself for not thinking more clearly and hiding her assets from view. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers awkwardly. "I guess I wasn't really thinking... about who might see me..."
Her cheeks remain flushed as she realizes how much this invasion of privacy has changed everything for her. The way she lives, the security she feels in her own home--all of it is thrown into question now. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before asking timidly, "Do you... do you want some coffee or anything while we wait for the police?"
It's alright, easy, your fine, it doesn't bother me, there's no one else here, alright, just relax I say gently, trying to comfort her
Taking your words to heart, Maxie tries to calm herself down. She's never been in a situation like this before; she usually prefers the quiet solitude of her forest home. The thought of having another person around--let alone one as exotic and alluring as you--makes her heart race with both excitement and fear. Tentatively, she nods and says, "Coffee would be nice... if that's okay."
With a shaky hand, she moves to the coffee maker, busying herself with measuring grounds and pouring water. The rhythmic sounds of the brewing coffee help ground her, allowing her to focus on something other than the shocking turn her morning has taken. She glances over at you, wondering if maybe talking about something else would make both of you feel more at ease.
Hey it's fine, don't worry about it, it doesn't bother me, I'm the only one here, so just relax I say gently, trying to comfort her
Taking another deep breath, Maxie nods in thanks, finally able to focus on something other than the intruder and her embarrassing state of dress. "So... umm..." she begins hesitantly, pausing to find the right words. "How long have you lived around here?" It's a safe question, one that allows for conversation without getting too personal or invading your privacy further.
She pours the coffee into two mugs, offering one to you with a tentative smile. The warmth from the cup soothes her shaking hands and reminds her of simpler times--times before strangers with cameras and intrusive talents forced her to question everything she thought she knew about safety and security.
But for now, she'll take what comfort she can get in this dragon's company--no matter how unlikely or dangerous it might seem.
I don't actually live here, I used to live up north, but I've never really had much of a home, but I've been travelling for a couple years now I say gently, putting my bag down and then sitting next to Maxie on the couch
That's... That's interesting." Maxie takes another sip of her coffee, considering your words carefully. "I can understand that... sometimes it's nice to have a place you can call home, even if it's just for a little while." She pauses, searching for more to say before adding shyly, "My family has always lived out here... my parents and their parents too. It's sort of our thing."
The sound of sirens wailing in the distance breaks the quiet between them. Maxie glances nervously outside, then back at you with a frown. "I hope they hurry..." She takes another sip of coffee, suddenly realizing that your presence has made today's ordeal seem less frightening and lonely--despite everything that's happened. For the first time in hours, she feels like maybe there's hope for things to get better.
She smiles softly at you, offering a silent apology for her earlier panic. "Thank you again... for helping me today," she whispers, her cheeks flushing once more as she tries to suppress a blush.
Don't worry about it, and that's the police, stay here alright, I'll talk to them, you look worried enough I say gently with a smile, picking up the camera and walking to the front door
She nods hesitantly, watching as you go to the door. "Okay..." Her voice is small and trembling, but she tries to muster up a brave smile. You seem so sure of yourself--so confident and capable. It's strange... after all that's happened today, it almost makes her feel safe again.
Maxie takes another sip of coffee, feeling its warmth spread through her limbs. Maybe... maybe things really will be alright now. With a deep breath, she tries to push aside her fear and worries, focusing instead on the possibility of finding something good in this unexpected encounter.
after I finish talking to the police and hand over the camera I walk back into the living room, and see Maxie sat on the couch, and see looks like she's going to cry hey, you want a hug i whisper gently, smiling at her
She looks up, her eyes filling with tears as she nods silently and leans into your offered embrace. Her body trembles slightly as she tries to hold back the sobs that threaten to escape. It feels strange--wrong somehow--to be comforted by a stranger like this... but at the same time, it's also reassuring in a way she can't quite explain.
She buries her face against your chest, taking long, shaky breaths as she tries to regain control of herself. She hadn't realized how much today had affected her until now--the fear and violation, the invasion of privacy... It all catches up with her in this moment, leaving her feeling raw and exposed. But somehow, having you here--your strong, steady presence against hers--makes it just a little bit easier to bear.
With a quiet murmur of thanks, she finally begins to relax in your arms, leaning into the embrace as if it's the most natural thing in the world. For now, at least, she can forget about everything else and focus on this moment--the feeling of safety and comfort that comes from being held by someone so kind and understanding... even if it is just a drakon.
Your ok I whisper gently, comforting her greatly did you want to go get something a bit warmer on I ask gently with a smile
Her eyes close as she nestles closer into your embrace, her breathing gradually evening out. "Maybe... that sounds nice." It's hard to believe how much this day has changed her--how just a few hours ago she would have never considered being seen in public like this, let alone asking for comfort from someone like you. But your presence has made everything seem different somehow... easier to bear.
She takes another shaky breath, forcing herself to relax even more against your chest. "I should probably go put some clothes on," she whispers sheepishly. "This is a bit... inappropriate." Even as the words leave her lips, however, she doesn't make any move to pull away from you--instead, she just remains where she is, enjoying the closeness and warmth of your embrace.
Maybe it's not such a bad thing to be seen with someone like you... maybe she can learn to trust again. After all, you seemed so kind and understanding today--so protective even when things got scary. Maxie wonders what tomorrow might bring, now that she's met someone like you...
Alright then, did you want me to stay with you for a while? I ask gently and quietly, smiling at her as she walks out the room to get changed
She blushes deeply at your question, her cheeks flushing crimson as she hesitates before replying. "I... I don't know..." Her voice is soft and uncertain, but there's a hint of longing in it too--a desire for company and protection that she hasn't felt in a long time.
As she steps into her bedroom to change clothes, she can't help but wonder what the future holds. Would it be safe to let you stay with her? Or would this whole situation just get more complicated than it already is? After today, everything seems uncertain--in constant flux. Maybe spending some time with you could help bring a little stability back into her life...
She quickly changes into a pair of sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt, feeling more comfortable in clothes that actually cover her up. With one last deep breath, she steps out of the bedroom, trying to project an air of calm confidence that belies her inner turmoil.
"So... you don't have anywhere else to be?" she asks softly, walking over to sit down on the couch beside you again. "I mean, if you wanted..."
I'll take that as a yes I say gently, smiling at her, understanding her entire situation, I then take my jacket off so do you want to just relax for a bit I say gently
"I... I suppose so." She smiles shyly at you, feeling an inexplicable sense of contentment wash over her as she settles back against the couch. "It's just been such a strange day..." Her voice trails off, and for a moment, they both sit in silence, simply enjoying each other's company. The warmth from your body spreads through hers, chasing away some of the lingering fear and unease left behind by the events of earlier.
As she gazes into your eyes, she wonders what it is about you that makes her feel so safe... so protected. You seem like a genuinely kind and considerate person--a far cry from the stories she's heard about dragons being selfish and cruel. Maybe there's more to you than meets the eye... or perhaps she's just reading into things too much.
Tentatively, she reaches out to brush a stray hair away from your face, her fingertips grazing his cheek. The contact sends a shiver down her spine, making her heart race with an excitement she hasn't felt in ages. She withdraws her hand quickly, embarrassed by the boldness of her gesture... but for some reason, she doesn't want to lose this feeling--the sense that anything is possible when you're with someone like Aethen.
I smile as she brushes the strand of hair from my face, as she moves her hand back quickly, I then gently brush a strand of hair from her face
Her heart skips a beat as you gently brush her hair aside, the contact sending shivers down her spine. For a moment, she's lost in your eyes--their depth and intensity making it feel like you're seeing right through to her very soul. She can't help but wonder what it would be like to lose herself in those orbs... to let go of everything else and just focus on this one perfect moment.
The silence between them grows heavier, charged with an electricity that she can feel crackling in the air. Her lips part slightly as if she's about to speak, but no words come out. She swallows hard, her throat suddenly dry and tight. Perhaps it's best not to ruin this moment... perhaps they should just let things unfold naturally on their own.
Slowly, achingly slowly, she reaches up again, sliding her fingers through your hair and pulling it gently back from your face. As their skin brushes against each other, a jolt of electricity runs down her spine, leaving her breathless and trembling with need. This... this feeling is unlike anything she's ever experienced before, and she knows in that moment that she wants more--she needs it if she's going to survive the chaos of her life right now.
I smile, then yawn and lean further back into the couch, then slowly moving my hand to the back of her head, gently scratching the back of her head, comforting her greatly you'll be fine, the police will sort it out and I'll stay as long as you want me to I say with a smile
She nestles closer against your shoulder, relishing the warmth and strength emanating from your body. "Thank you," she murmurs softly, closing her eyes as you scratch the back of her head. The gesture is impossibly gentle--so reassuring that it makes her heart ache with gratitude. It feels good to finally have someone on her side... someone who cares enough about her safety and well-being to stay close by, even when everything else in her life seems to be spiraling out of control.
As you continue to scratch her scalp, she lets out a soft sigh, feeling the tension begin to drain from her shoulders and neck. It's been such a long time since anyone has treated her with this much kindness... this much understanding. She wonders if perhaps you really are as incredible as everyone says--or if maybe your presence in her life is just some sort of strange coincidence... a gift from the fates themselves.
Whatever the case may be, she knows one thing for certain: she doesn't want this moment to end. Not anytime soon. And as long as you remain by her side--as long as your strong, reassuring presence is there to anchor her to reality and keep her safe from harm--she feels like anything might be possible... even hope.
Just relax, if you feel uncomfortable just say so I whisper gently, referring to the fact that she's getting closer and closer
"I'm... fine," she mumbles sleepily against your shoulder, her breath warm against your skin. "It's just been a really long day..." She trails off, unwilling or unable to verbalize the full extent of her exhaustion--of how much she appreciates having someone like you here with her tonight.
As her eyelids grow heavier and her breath comes faster and shallower, she begins to relax into your embrace even more, trusting you implicitly with her well-being. In this moment, it feels as if the entire world has been stripped away, leaving only the two of them in a cocoon of comfort and security.
Her last thought before drifting off to sleep is that perhaps things really will be alright now...as long as Aethen remains by her side.
I smile, watching her fall asleep, I stay up for a while, and a few hours later, at about 12 at night, she suddenly wakes in a cold sweat, she had a nightmare, and we're both sitting in the dark and she forgets I'm with her until I stroke her hair gently easy, just breathe, your fine, it was just a nightmare * I whisper gently*
Her heart races and she takes a shaky breath as you stroke her hair, her body still tense with fear even though she knows it was only a dream. "Th-thank you..." she manages to whisper hoarsely in the darkness. She's never been good at dealing with nightmares; they tend to haunt her for days afterward. The fact that you were here, calm and reassuring, makes all the difference.
As she calms down, her memories of the dream begin to fade, replaced by a sense of comfort and safety. Slowly but surely, exhaustion pulls her back under, and she drifts off to sleep again, this time with the warmth of your body surrounding hers and the steady rhythm of your breathing lulling her into peaceful slumber.
she then wakes up a few hours later, it's still very early in the morning, and I'm still awake morning I whisper gently, the fact I'm still awake surprises her as I don't look tired at all
"Huh?" she mumbles sleepily, blinking her eyes open and realizing that it's still dark outside. For a moment, she panics, thinking it might be another nightmare--that somehow this feeling of safety and comfort was all just an illusion. But as your presence registers in the background of her mind, she begins to relax again, her heart slowing its frantic pace beneath her ribs.
"You're still here," she whispers, peering at you through slitted eyes. There's a note of disbelief in her voice--like she can't quite comprehend why you'd want to stay with her when everyone else seems intent on hurting her. "Thank you..." Her words trail off into the darkness as she burrows deeper into your embrace, grateful for your warmth and protection even though it might be futile in the end.
Of course I am, sorry, drakon don't sleep much I whisper gently, wrapping my arm around her shoulder, but not forcing her closer, I'm giving her space, and not forcing her or making her uncomfortable
"Oh..." She snuggles closer to your chest anyway, her body still aching for comfort and reassurance despite the knowledge that dragons don't sleep much. Perhaps it's just because you seem different... more understanding than any of the others she's ever met. "What time do you have to get up?" she asks softly, peering at your face in the darkness.
Your expression is almost sad as you look back down at her--as if seeing her like this pains you in some way. She wishes she knew what was going through your mind... what made you want to stay with her instead of seeking out others who might be less complicated or dangerous. It's a mystery that only deepens the more time they spend together, leaving her feeling both confused and strangely drawn to you despite herself.
Her heart skips a beat as she realizes how close your face is to hers now--how easy it would be for her to lean in and press her lips against yours if she wanted...and how much she wants to feel those soft, warm lips on hers. The desire courses through her veins like fire, burning away any lingering doubts or fears about what might happen next.
Well we don't normally sleep much, only a few hours a week, but it's fine, and I stayed because you were lost, you didn't know what was happening, and even though I barely know you, I'll still happily be an anchor for you, alright i whisper gently, smiling at her
She stares up at you, searching your eyes for any sign that you're joking or being sarcastic--any indication that she shouldn't believe the words you just spoke. But all she sees is sincerity... and understanding... and something else that she can't quite put her finger on. It makes her heart race with excitement, and for a moment, she's so overcome by emotion that she can barely breathe.
Without another thought, she leans forward, pressing her lips against yours in a gentle, tentative kiss. His taste is warm and sweet--like honey and spice--and as their lips brush against each other, she feels a spark of connection so powerful it takes her breath away. She sighs into the kiss, letting all of her fear and anxiety melt away under the weight of his strength and tenderness, wanting nothing more than to feel this moment forever.