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kittensinboxes2025-05-13 02:56 am
firstrateduelist) wrote in kittensinboxes2025-05-13 02:56 am
Dear Friend, Across The River [Rivalshipping Mer AU]
It was odd to crave after the sky, when you held no claim to such, was it not?
It didn't stop Seto from yearning for it, however. The glow of the moon entranced him and pulled him to the surface quite often, reflecting off of his markings as he broke past the waves. He was careful, always, to break the water's surface at night, where none could see him.
After all, who would be out at midnight to catch sight of a sea dragon, reclined upon a rocky outcropping to gaze into the entrancing light of the moon, puller of tides, silent deity that called to this one child in particular. Mokuba was probably right to warn him from this behavior. Their pod had strict rules regarding fraternization between humans and dragons, which all boiled down to "don't". As the strongest in the pod, Seto was expected to challenge its current leader, and this behavior put his stake under question.
He had no such interest, however. He knows what others think of him, expect of him, and he has no interest in fulfilling their expectations or guesses for what he might get up to. Wasn't it enough to be under the claw of said pod leader, forced to obey by hook or by crook?
The man spent an immense amount of time trying to quash the look of rebellion in Seto's eyes, expecting that it would lead to a coup. After all, he had no children of his own, and the royal line would thus perish with him. Seto didn't care either way: the royal blood was thin and weak. In need of replacement. Maybe one day it would come about that he'd assert himself. After all, the rakes along his flanks still stung something awful. He'd love to pay Gozaburo back for the favor someday.
For now, he tilts his head up to the sky, long slender neck held in a loose curve of repose as he hummed contentedly with the waves, his markings gently glowing in indeterminate patterns.
As his scales dried in the air, the snout drew in, shifting back into something more akin to a human, but for the finlike ears, the glowing scales beneath his eyes. Because his hindquarters were submerged, his lower half remained fully draconic, the thick, bulky tail ready to propel him if needed.
His song is hums and trills directed at the moon, a tribute to the beautiful sky. It's midnight, beautiful midnight with its placid sky, dark as the depths. He's glad to know he's alone, at least.
It didn't stop Seto from yearning for it, however. The glow of the moon entranced him and pulled him to the surface quite often, reflecting off of his markings as he broke past the waves. He was careful, always, to break the water's surface at night, where none could see him.
After all, who would be out at midnight to catch sight of a sea dragon, reclined upon a rocky outcropping to gaze into the entrancing light of the moon, puller of tides, silent deity that called to this one child in particular. Mokuba was probably right to warn him from this behavior. Their pod had strict rules regarding fraternization between humans and dragons, which all boiled down to "don't". As the strongest in the pod, Seto was expected to challenge its current leader, and this behavior put his stake under question.
He had no such interest, however. He knows what others think of him, expect of him, and he has no interest in fulfilling their expectations or guesses for what he might get up to. Wasn't it enough to be under the claw of said pod leader, forced to obey by hook or by crook?
The man spent an immense amount of time trying to quash the look of rebellion in Seto's eyes, expecting that it would lead to a coup. After all, he had no children of his own, and the royal line would thus perish with him. Seto didn't care either way: the royal blood was thin and weak. In need of replacement. Maybe one day it would come about that he'd assert himself. After all, the rakes along his flanks still stung something awful. He'd love to pay Gozaburo back for the favor someday.
For now, he tilts his head up to the sky, long slender neck held in a loose curve of repose as he hummed contentedly with the waves, his markings gently glowing in indeterminate patterns.
As his scales dried in the air, the snout drew in, shifting back into something more akin to a human, but for the finlike ears, the glowing scales beneath his eyes. Because his hindquarters were submerged, his lower half remained fully draconic, the thick, bulky tail ready to propel him if needed.
His song is hums and trills directed at the moon, a tribute to the beautiful sky. It's midnight, beautiful midnight with its placid sky, dark as the depths. He's glad to know he's alone, at least.
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Yuugi blinked.
"I'm sorry--"
"I mean, clearly there's something going on you don't want me to see, right?"
....
Okay, what.
W h a t--
"So, who's the guy?"
"What guy? There isn't a guy--"
"C'mon, the guy you brought home last night? Pops Tanaka said he saw you with some drunk stud walking towards your apartment--"
Fuck. Someone saw him?! Shit shit. But if it was from that distance, then they thought he was helping a drunk guy instead of an injured man, so...
He could spin this. Yeah.
He could do this.
"I just wanted to help him out and get him on his feet since he wasn't feeling well! Yeah! Nothing weird about--"
"Him fuckin' you?"
The mortified scream that came out of Yuugi's mouth could wake the dead.
"We're not-- that's not--I--"
"Holy shit you are, I was just kidding--"
"I am not--"
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What the hell is--WHAT THE HELL IS THIS GUY SAYING?!
Seto's scales have never prickled quite like this before, but the actual insult he feels at the mere insinuation that he'd be fraternizing with a goddamned human makes him have to suppress a growl. Does this creature show no decorum?! Does it understand privacy, even?!
"Rrrrrrrgh...!!"
Shit. That was audible.
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Shiiiiit.
Yuugi bit his lip.
"What... was that?" Jou asked.
Shit. Think, idiot!
"Oh, uh...roleplay! We like to pretend we're dragons and roar and stuff. Pretty convincing, huh?"
Don't eat him, please.
Oh, good. Jou seemed... convinced. Perturbed, but...convinced.
"Ewwwww, okay, I did n o t need to know that."
"You asked!"
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The useful part of this is that his foreleg shrinks back into something useable as the magic finds a different home. The less useful part of this is that he still can't quite make all the traits leave in general.
Also, he probably shouldn't thump his tail, but he can't help it, he's aggravated!