[He doesn't flinch when they raise a clawed paw to move the veil out of his face. Steel blue locks eyes with the magnificent beast before him. He takes in their curious expression and isn't surprised. He's sure that all this time, they had been offered demure, blushing brides. Dainty little things with gentle giggles and gentler touches. All these things he just was not. It had been some contention when his physique started growing to what it was now, but it was ultimately ignored. After all, they didn't care what happened to him after he left. As long as their village held their end of the bargain, how he showed up meant little to them. A blessing for him in such ways.
And for that, he can't help but smile sadly. As if returning meant anything.] I have nothing to return to anyways. [He either lived out a miserable life back where he was or he potentially got eaten by a dragon. But hey, if he didn't get eaten alive, maybe he'd have a nice life instead. He considers it a worthwhile enough gamble.
He finally turns a little, eyes following the way he's circled with curiosity. A finger twitches and it's very different probably. Wriothesley wants to reach out and touch those iridescent scales. He wonders what they'll feel like under his finger tips. He guesses he'll eventually know that feel. After all, he was now this dragon's bride.
Wriothesley looks forward again with a low hum. The concept was foreign because-] Well, it's hard to say if I'll want for anything since I've never had something I wanted all this time. I'll have to start thinking of a list. [Desires. Wants. It was something he had a difficult relationship with. He guesses there were things he did want, but any of that had been squashed away to fit into serving as a perfect bride. Now he can't really imagine what he could ask for that wasn't just pleasing the dragon he had been gifted to.
He isn't really thinking about that though. He's thinking on those words carefully. The rest of his life... Right. His life was merely a drop in the bucket in comparison. He can't help but think-] That sounds lonely.
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And for that, he can't help but smile sadly. As if returning meant anything.] I have nothing to return to anyways. [He either lived out a miserable life back where he was or he potentially got eaten by a dragon. But hey, if he didn't get eaten alive, maybe he'd have a nice life instead. He considers it a worthwhile enough gamble.
He finally turns a little, eyes following the way he's circled with curiosity. A finger twitches and it's very different probably. Wriothesley wants to reach out and touch those iridescent scales. He wonders what they'll feel like under his finger tips. He guesses he'll eventually know that feel. After all, he was now this dragon's bride.
Wriothesley looks forward again with a low hum. The concept was foreign because-] Well, it's hard to say if I'll want for anything since I've never had something I wanted all this time. I'll have to start thinking of a list. [Desires. Wants. It was something he had a difficult relationship with. He guesses there were things he did want, but any of that had been squashed away to fit into serving as a perfect bride. Now he can't really imagine what he could ask for that wasn't just pleasing the dragon he had been gifted to.
He isn't really thinking about that though. He's thinking on those words carefully. The rest of his life... Right. His life was merely a drop in the bucket in comparison. He can't help but think-] That sounds lonely.