Lumikki’s gaze rested upon him. His usual calm and leisurely demeanor was….bashful. What could bring the chaotic devourer to such a state she wondered. Clearly there must be something he really didn’t want her to know but how could there. She made her truth a jest, figuring the wandering storm of a man could never harbor anything worth holding back. He was the essence of the ripping winds tearing out the trees from the roots should you let him. So how within the few instances of crossing paths did he learn something she could not know?
Lumikki in her daze, slowly rose until she sat up again. Her gaze never leaving the dragon beside her as her keen eyes studied every clue on his face.
“Drakkon?” Lumikki asked, her voice a soft echo as the apprehension within her rose. The harpy slid from the table to approach him just as he got to finally talking. But the direction of his words were far removed from anything she could have guess. So much so that even she was stuck with silence. Like a freeze clenching her throat.
The tension of her answer grew within her chest with a rapid beating heart that every so often felt a sting. She was not sure of how she felt, at least in terms of deeper affection. But she did have an inkling she could convey. Before Lumikki’s lips parted, she run her fingers down both her forearms. Triggering a spell that crept along her skin. Next was a finger dragging down the center of her chest, drawing the rune Iza and triggering the next spell. Sparking an obsidian armor to weld around her slowly overlapping her second skin. Until finally she looked like a black clad, dark Valkyrie with the circles of the summoning spelling lingering in an inlaying fashion just behind her head. The chill from her magic wafted, cooling the air rapidly. Lumikki approached Drakkon once more, stopping just a step before him and looking up. Her eyes tender and unsure.
”I’m not as fragile as ye’d think ice to be, and I aim to be as eternal as frost itself. Followed by me guild, Yuurei and Brone in particular. Consider love that I am Demon quite hard to reach let alone die.” Just as swift as her armor assembled, did it fall away. A light flurry of black snow peeled away form her skin and drifted all around her. Her face was stern while her eyes were sincere.
In a flaps of her wings she hovered for just a moment, just to get hight to kiss his forehead before dropping to the ground and turning away. As she walked back toward the table, she thought over her next words carefully. But just before she could take a seat, it struck her, and she’d skip back over to Drakkon to make up for the wasted time. Pulling his left hand and placing it right atop her chest. Just so that he could feel the rapid beating of her heart.
“I’ve always feared that if I came to love ya, then ye’d break me heart. So I was sure to push ye to the side to avoid it. Figured ya like some passing storm, doing as ya please despite the destruction in yer wake and though I find it amusing it terrifies so to fall for the darkness within ye. A son of Chaos claiming a Demon’s heart…how amusing isn’t it. But this fear struck deep with in me all that time ago.” Her eyes kept to his exposed chest, looking over his tattoos instead of up at him. Like he couldn’t, neither could she.
“Can’t place me finger on it lad, but yer darkness is intoxicating. Always has been a bane for me. So ye could understand the desire to pull away so to not plunge into—heh, the abyss.” Her eyes slowly trailed upward before quickly breaking away and going back to the table to take her seat.
”I know the feel of that fear all too much…and yer sensible to have it. Drakkon, don’t worry about me and don’t tether to me when ye don’t have to, I know ye have a wild nature. Go on, break more girlies hearts and cross those foes of yers under yer feet…” Even as Lumikki allowed to drop atop the table, she didn’t make a sound. She rested there for a moment looking up at the ceiling before pressing on.
”Ye scare me too….Like I’d become a true Demon if I stuck by ye. Lost in all the chaos and darkness, and I just might never have the strength to ever pull back out….” As she spoke, a hand had reached for nape of her neck.
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