⟫»—> ❝ I have been around much longer than your kind. ❞
He offered simply, eyes transfixed upon the shivering creature. It was all the explanation the mer would need for now, if her were to procure further information. It wasn’t necessarily up to him, now was it? Though shaken words dripped from his lips of Em, trying to replace the focus upon the goblin to the gorgon, and pin her for the trespassing. Hands clasped behind his back and facial muscles twitched as to speak once more, but the clicking of heels snapped his gaze towards the double entry doors, where no later a figure of beauty came waltzing.
A small grin the Destroyer attempted to stifle which he succeeded only part way so, and returned the act of affection swiftly. Hand lingered on her hip only a moment, before he dipped his head in release and stepped around her and back towards the portion of the gallery the goblin saw most clearly, only briefly glancing with a furrowed brow towards the items Em had brought with her. He stood as a barrier between the goblin and the exit, a tense sentry. Darkness across his face allowed viewers only a single eye as to deduce where the man focused himself. It was the poor soul confined to the chair.
❝ The question was why is he here, dear one. ❞
Toad would have inquired further about how old the man was if it were not for the sound of heels clicking down against the marble floor behind him. He turned his head towards the way she was coming. It was her. It was her and the bramble of convulsing snakes snakes upon her head, carrying supplies along with her.
Toad hopped upon his chair in fright. Gorgon. The sunglasses. The statues. The headscarf. He would have realized it sooner, had he known that they were real still. Or even real at all.
Toad then began to cry, right as the the snake-haired woman kissed the man across the lips.
“I’m going to die as a gargoyle,” he said through his wailing. “I-Is that what the brushes n’ scissors are for? Are you preening me up before you turn me to stone and sell me for a few grand? Oh great, j-just great. Perfect.” He lowered his head, then sobbed.
She pulled away from Alduin with a rather large smile as he went to inspect her things. This would be the first time he would see her in action. She would be able to show him her powers for a change–but also it a warning. Something to keep him in check. Dragons-turned-human weren’t the only creatures capable of having some…unconventional recreation.
The goblin went particularly unnoticed, even when his crying echoed off the high ceiling of the gallery. It wasn’t until the question was posed that she looked over at him, scrunching her nose at his state. “Well in the industry, people enjoy seeing something new out of an artist every now and again, and with this one–I mean look at him. With a bit of work, he might be my most unique piece yet. Just be a dear and leave me to it, alright? We’ll have plenty of time to ourselves when I’m done here.” She would peck his cheek and walk to her special guest, her voice sharper than it was when speaking to Al.
“You are going to die as a gargoyle,” she said matter-of-factly, “But you know what?” Her hand nestled in his bush of hair and nudged it up so that his eyes met her veiled ones. “You’re going to be the prettiest gargoyle ever created.”
⟫»—> A hand trailed along the back of the chair, his eyes transfixed to the goblin’s form. It was obviously a goblin; he could smell the stench underneath the bile mask, though this goblin was hardly as despicable as those of Skryim. Hoards of them were almost intimidating, at least to the mortals and their keeps. Never to a dragon.
Hand swept from the chair, flicking forward and his fingers rolling. He could feel the magic eager at his finger tips, the veins of his body pulsing obsidian in a tantalizing array that begged him to unleash the Thu’um. He’d had no reason. Technically, he still had no reason. This poor fool hadn’t done anything. That he knew of.
There was no mercy for the being’s state. Naked or not, the territorial instinct had bubbled to the surface. Someone had just already beaten him to the punch at reprimanding. Alduin examined the quarter view of the creature’s face, watching it contort into panic. Aaaah, he missed that expression, the aura it created in the air. He didn’t hold back his smirk.
❝ Aaaaah, so you know her… Perhaps she has put you here then. A woman of exceptional beauty, though fierce? ❞
The dovah had come up upon the other side of the chair, standing abreast with the man, brow pinched though pleasure cracked his lips into a fiendish smirk.
❝ Is that why you’re here in my home? ❞
The goblin watched the man circle and circle him like great hulking beast just biding its time before a fresh kill. Amidst his own internal panic, Toad realized that the man was something of an animal. Not in his size, no; He gave off an air too brutish even for a human,and he smelled of brimstone and fire.
Toad bit into his tongue. “You speak goblin?” He asked, surprised. “I-I… yes, I know her. I t-think s-she was the one who put me here. I m-must have passed out, then she stripped me and tied me to t-this chair.”
He could barely look into the beast-man’s eyes.
“If you’re mad I’m here, bring it up with her.”
The steady click clack of shoes on marble signaled Medusa’s approach. She took her time, not only because there was absolutely no rush, but because she carried a large sloshing bucket of soapy water in one hand and another bucket of odd things in the other. Even her snakes carried a few additional items; a hairbrush, a curling iron, a pair of scissors. Her nails were painted to match her royal green shoes, which in turn matched her glasses, mane of snakes and her guest.
She arrived at the gallery just as the goblin finished blubbering on to someone, and only then did she know Alduin was there. “Bring what up with me? Hii, Sweets,” she greeted with a broad grin as she set the stuff down and picked out the additional stuff from her girls. She then swiftly closed the distance between her and the dragon, rested her hands on his shoulders and sealed her lips with his.
⟫»—> ❝ You would weep for me? All of Skyrim would celebrate your achievement. ❞
A playfulness ascends his grin, returning the nuzzle with an airy chuckle of the sleep yearning. A hand cupped her cheek and he gave her a quick peck before embracing her. His arms flexed as he effortlessly picked her up, and strolled back to the bed where he lowered himself gently, and laid back. Better. Here, he closed his eyes and removed the sunglasses, offering them to her. Holding her close, though the world still dark to him, he smirked.
❝ Much easier to admire it here. ❞
What a tease. She didn’t voice it, lest he ruin the moment by asking what a tease was and come up with something verbose about how it’s a verb and the thought made her laugh.
She was still smiling when he kissed her, and legs wrapped around his hips as fluidly as he picked her up. Instinct. Her snakes nuzzled his face and neck as he set her down on the bed and her cheeks pinked. The smile never leaving her face, she propped her head up on an elbow and gazed down at him, tugging the glasses from his fingers and placing them back onto her face. “Okay, Sleepy Head,” she murmured, running a hand through his hair. “There’s only one condition."
