[ dan feng waits quietly while his betrothed undresses, revealing a strong body riddles with scars, some faint with age, others brighter, newer, and he cannot help but to briefly wonder just how he managed to acquire them. is he simply accident prone? or..
it does not bear thinking about. dan feng has chosen to remain impassive, and so he shall. ]
No matter. A bride is a bride.
[ though wriothesley is certainly the first that is not soft and supple and feminine, this does not seem to bother the dragon; if anything, it is an interesting change. once his silks and gauzy robes have been shed, dan feng swipes his long tail through the waters of the pond behind him, beginning a heavy, cleansing rain that washes over both of their bodies, running in rivulets over wriothesley's skin, dampening his hair.
at last he steps nearer, nudging his snout beneath his chin, and dragging his long, warm tongue over wriothesley's shoulder, tasting water and skin both. ]
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it does not bear thinking about. dan feng has chosen to remain impassive, and so he shall. ]
No matter. A bride is a bride.
[ though wriothesley is certainly the first that is not soft and supple and feminine, this does not seem to bother the dragon; if anything, it is an interesting change. once his silks and gauzy robes have been shed, dan feng swipes his long tail through the waters of the pond behind him, beginning a heavy, cleansing rain that washes over both of their bodies, running in rivulets over wriothesley's skin, dampening his hair.
at last he steps nearer, nudging his snout beneath his chin, and dragging his long, warm tongue over wriothesley's shoulder, tasting water and skin both. ]