"Well since you’re tipsy I thought we could watch a movie or something."
>He stands and hugs her
"What do you do when I’m not around?"
» You hug him back and pull him to sit next to you.
"Well, I work in my lab, sometimes other places. Kind of where the wind takes me. I run every night. I don’t know, boring stuff."
"What do you do?"
Alright, you can play along with his little game, but you were by no means going to back down. Especially with the way hes talking to you. Oh no no no, that wont do.
"How about an agreement, you avoid those little pet names, and I dont call you clowny. Dollis. You know it well enough, so use it." you say flatly, a smile on your face. He knows youre a lime blood, and he knows a lot about you, but he doesnt know your personality. The way he orders you around is a quick way to order a back hand to the cheek, which you would willingly give him if he over steps his boundaries. But for now you have to play along to get the information you want.
Once seated at the bar, you rest your bin in your hand as you look at him, quirking an eyebrow at his words. So he was gonna get drunk before talking up? Hell no. Not if you have anything to say about it. Something you pride yourself in is your quick reflex, so you reach forward and snag his bottle of vodka, holding it next to you in the booth, returning his grin, teeth glinting.
"Actually im not feeling that, how about this. You answer me now, then you can have your little drink. Or if you dont want to answer me, I can just drink your fancy concoction because you and I know it wont affect me none." He may think hes all that, but hes not, and you arent curious enough to stay if he isnt willing to tone down the obnoxious behavior. "So come down from that high horse of yours and clamp shut that mouth unless youre answering one of my questions ‘ya dig’?" you use that term in a snarky, sarcastic tone, eyes as sharp as your grin.
"First explain to me why you’ve been following me."
"Ooooor I could walk back to the liquor store an transport hive, DOLLIS. You started this with your little snark parade. Funny. You don’t like it when it’s directed at you, do you?"
You sit back and regard her with an amused and disinterested expression. Honestly you just wanted to let her know you’d been following her, in case she had noticed, but that it was a false alarm. This wasn’t that important to you.
"You know what, DOLLIS? Forget about it. Help yourself to the bottle. Enjoy it by your own nasty little self, I don’t feel like talking anymore, ya dig?"
Your lip curls,”Let add another number to that list from earlier, four, don’t you ever EVER threaten me.”
You lean in close enough that she can smell your cologne and see your cat’s slit pupils.
"Not if you want information, not if you want to remain intact."
Your eyes dilate wide and you growl menacingly before busting into a lazy smile, “or maybe I’m just fuckin’ with ya, Never can tell can ya? Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m getting a drink then going hive to work on your paperwork.”
You slink to the bar and order two shots of vodka, they go down nice and smooth. Unlike her.
This Twilight Garden
"There is no need to bow." you say with a soft chuckle, appreciating her praise. Its not every day you meet a troll who not only finds your position fascinating, but also acknowledges it… Shes strange and a little quirky, but nice and respectful, you could definitely see yourself getting along with her. She understands how much your dragons mean to you… maybe she would want to come see them? But that would be for a later date when you know Vallin isnt there.
"Yes, I see to the safety of all the dragons, the clan should always come first, even before my own well being. It is part of my responsibility as the Alpha. Fierceness is something I need in order to keep things in line, especially with the rebellious juvenile dragons. Sometimes they forget they cant even fly yet." You say, endearment in your eyes. You were dominant, steadfast, fierce, strong, and a true hatched leader… But you were also compassionate, passionate, and caring when you needed to be. Most of the time trolls just saw the outer, intimidating shell you have.
You thank her for refilling your drink, taking a swig here and there, nodding at her question.
"Yes, my lusus who’s name is Frezia has taken care of me since i was a grub actually. I was in the caverns for a while before aparantly i wandered off on my own, and Frezia found me. She tells me she saw something in me that made her keep me and raise me."
You do have a black interest with a different dragon troll, but you dont know about offically yet. As for red…. well… you are being forced into it… And sometimes you dream about breaking free from it, but you will need a lot of help with that. As it stands, relationships for you are complicated and you prefer not to get into the topic itself.
"That is facnating. Frezia gets an A+ in grub raising."
Unlike your lusus, but that is a long story ending in her murder. Killing your lusus is highly frowned upon, but that is your cross to bear…whatever that means.
Your new friend is everything you’d like to be. Steady, stable, honorable, fierce and noble. Some times you lament your life. A slave to drugs, forced smiles and happiness, only finding solace among the dead, a psychic charlatan. Only sometimes though. You’ve accepted your lot, you’ve earned it. Your curse. The kind of curse saved for lusi murderers.
"Oh! I almost forgot about dessert. I don’t require yo eat it, but please taste it and see if you like it," you run to the kitchen, heels clacking, and bring back two ramikins of bread pudding and two fresh spoons.
You take a bite and groan,”God it’s so good, I could eat the whole pan myself, and probably will. I guess I have a bit of a sweet tooth.”
You grin, but that brings up a question.
"When they hunt, what do dragons prefer to eat. Are trolls potential prey? I would think we make for easy hunting, we’re slower than most beasts. Oh! and one more question, then I’ll stop harassing you. How many dragons are in your clan?"
Happy Late 20th birthday, Teagan
You kiss him back if lightly. It’s exciting.
"You’re going to end up spoiling me rotten but I’m not sure I care."
You slip your arm around his shoulders. “You’re not going to make me wait then are you?”
"Why do you ask? Do I look like a tease to you?"
You give him a lingering kiss, stand, and slowly shed your shoes and all your clothing. You know you can pull this off in spectacular fashion as long as you don’t burn yourself.
Gathering all the ingredients and equipment IS a tease show. You bend deeper than necessary, stick out your butt, arch your back, uncover and extend your neck, anything you can do to entice your mate.
"Do you want a nutella cake?"
"No no, it’s just…can we not have sex tonight?"
>He looks up and smiles hoping he understands.
"Sure, of course. I was confused with your piercing and all…
» Your sure you did something wrong, but you don’t have to pail tonight. Your knowledge of the subject is almost exhausted.
"Whatcha wanna do?"
>He stops and gets up.
"I’m sorry I just can’t"
>He gets his pants on and sits in a chair in the corner with his face in his hands.
» Oh, shit. What did you do? You cover up with the sheet and scoot closer.
"I-I’m sorry, did I do something wrong?"
Happy Late 20th birthday, Teagan
"Mhm, love that stuff."
You trill a bit at everything he’s saying. “You spoil me, sweetest. Is that your wriggling gift for me? Not that you have to get or do anything for me. I just love having you here, beloved.”
"hmmm, let’s call the cake your present. The manner of preparation just seems fun. Do you think you can keep your hands off the baker?"
You laugh, press your lips to his.
"Of course my mate gets a present! He is a gift to me, I owe him."
You figure he will just give up, so you just continue onto the counter, placing your items there and digging to find your wallet. Until… hes behind you, whispering into your ear exactly what you dont want to hear. You usually pass off as a pretty solid goldblood… but he could tell so easily. Were you that obvious?
Then he has the nerve to pay for you. It may have saved you money, but that was just- ugh. It takes most of your willpower not to throw the whiskey at the back of his head at that last remark. Grabbing your purchases in the bag the clerk handed you, you make your way out of the store to pursue him, what the heck was this guy’s problem and why was he watching you??
"Hey clowny, I dont know if you know this, but i never explicitly said no." You call after to him, holding up your bottle of whiskey with a smirk. curious as you were, you would get your answers one way or another. "Although if you wanted to ask me out, i recommend a more romantic approach." you tease a little, resting your hand on your hip.
You smirk when you hear her comming after you. It’s not like you were hatched yesterday. You don’t do what you do if you can’t read people, if you can’t take risks and go with your gut. It was only logical for her to follow.
You hault and finish pushing all the gummies into the bottle of vodka. You’d like the think you invented the sour gummy martini, shaken, not stirred—-who the fuck are you kidding? You drink it straight from the bottle. One she catches up you continue walking toward the bar.
"Ok, Dolly, One, don’t EVER call me Clowny again. Two, you couldn’t tell me no if you tried, which is why we on our way the bar I mentioned."
You turn your head and cut your eyes to her with a wolfish grin,”Cute, but when I want to ask you out, you’ll know it. Ya got that? Good. Moving right along.”
You hold the door for her once at the bar and guide her to a quiet booth. Your regular server brings out a bucket of ice and two glasses of water and you thank them with their first tip of the night. Setting the bottle on the table you raise and eyebrow and smile, sharp canines showing.
"I was going to offer information freely, ‘cause I’m just that nice of a guy. Nice and easy, but you didn’t want nice and easy, did ya darlin? I’m going to drink this bottle and when I’m done, I’ll be pretty far gone. You have that time period to ask me what you want to know. I can tell ya, toward the bottom of the bottle, your answers might get….a little less reliable."
"So shoot princess."
You are now inherently afraid of Enzino. It’ll be hard to believe you can be in a kismessitude with him again. Because you doubt this guy is ever going to be able to be in any healthy quadrant. So you’ll take Thaion and Thaion alone, because you doubt you can take anyone else but him. This troll is a handful by himself and it’s more than fine with you.
”Please, I can’t breathe without you around. I.. I’m dead if you’re not with me. Or I’d rather be.” You press your lips to his desperately as he stroke your hair and tries to aim for your forehead. No. You want him, his lips, everything. You’re even going to stop painting your face and try to move on. Being a purple is not for you and never will be after all. Maybe you’ll keep the things just in case you need to go out, but in the intimacy of your hive, Thaion will see you as you are. A goldblood.
”I love you.. I love you so much.” You can’t bring yourself to care about Enzino anymore. Fuck that guy. Right? Or at least, you promise yourself to not let him manipulate you anymore.
You embrace him fully, holding him close. Relieved he still loves you, or loves you again. You don’t know, it doesn’t matter
"I’ve missed you so much, your beautiful eyes, your laugh, so much I can’t even begin to explain."
Though he’s taller than you, he hunches over your form and you must lift his chin to see his face.
"You’re beautiful, inside and out, and your mine. I’ll protect you."
You press your lips to his hungrily, as if you’ve been waiting your whole life for this kiss. Your fingers stroke every plane of his face, memorizing everything in this moment. Your hands find his waist and hold tight, pressing him closer gainst you. Your hands an lips are demanding and savor each touch and taste. Even your posture speaks of new confidence.
"I love you too, so much. Don’t ever worry about disappointing me: I just want you, Tasmin."
You hold his face, wiping away the tears with your thumbs before kissing his eyelids. Then the tip of his nose. Then lips.
"I love you. I want to do the best I can for you. Protect you, make you happy." You’re curled next to him at this point, cuddled in with him.
"You do make me happy. You make me feel like I’ve always wanted to feel. Beloved, rare, valued, special. All I want is you, to make you happy, and to share our lives."
You press as closely as you can to him and stroke his sides and down his back. You could spend the rest of the night—-your life just touching him.
Happy Late 20th birthday, Teagan
iT’s been ok. The human gave me my favoriTe desserT spread and he said i’m geTTing a new sTrife specibus in universe >:J
> You lean against him, purring softly
yeah, i’m noT sure abouT ThaT, iT sounds like a wasTe of food. buT There’s also gifTs and sTuff, and friends. i’m a liTTle worried if Too many Trolls show up buT i’m fine for now
"Well that’s nice….nutella?"
You hug him and nuzzle his neck.
"Well, I can make you a cake if one ends up burning," you smile against his skin,"Make you a birthday cake, maybe in the nude? Send the servants off for the night, frosting can get into some funny places."