Intoxicated I Love You
He couldn't help but chuckle at her response. Well, at least she thought he wasn't ugly and that was enough. While he couldn't see his own reflection anymore, he didn't know if his scars were that bad or not. Or how mangled one of his ears was, but he supposed it didn't matter. He had seen others worse off, and he was completely used to it all at this point. After all, he couldn't spend the rest of his life brooding and thinking about it, right? Right. And that meant...he shouldn't brood and think about everything he regretted. The things he thought had gone wrong between him and Iskra. His chest tightened when he thought about it though, and despite his feeling like he should make up for lost time, he didn't know how. Instead, he leaned into her for comfort, and just like before, her touch sent electric feels tingling throughout his fur.
She commented on how bored she was, and he had to admit...he'd been incredibly bored too since he became a rogue. "I'm afraid I have to agree with you...I don't know how you do it, Iskra. I've never been more bored in my entire life." He let his voice sound more dramatic then usual to try and keep things in a lighter mood. He had always lived in a pack. From Sonticus, to Imperium, to Ivalice, to Talis. His whole life had been spent living in a pack with duties to tend to and things to do. But as a rogue? He felt things were harder, and so very, very boring. At one point, he wanted to resurrect the Talis name...but along the way, he just didn't feel the drive anymore. The thought that others wouldn't want to follow a blind alpha always sat in the back of his mind, and he realized he probably couldn't be the leader he once was. Ah well...there was always joining another pack, right? He wasn't sure... |
Dragon never goes anywhere without his Dragon armor, assume he is always wearing it unless otherwise mentioned! He also has a pair of seeing eye jaguars, assume they're always present unless otherwise mentioned.