Falls

Drogon

Compared to the fresh-faced naivete of Tina, this desert beauty knew who and what she was, as evidenced by the practiced nonchalance with which she studied him. She peered up at him coquettishly, using the fringe of her lashes to accentuate her feminine wiles. It was a move that he had seen his mother use with his father time and time again, and one that he had expected, though knowing it was coming made it no less effective. Drogon had already let his hormones have the better of him once this season, and that allowance of leash made it all the harder to reign the beast back in.

"No," he answered with a subtle inclination of his head at her first question, his eyes lingering over the blades of her shoulder where a claim might still be placed. "But I imagine a claim would look good on you." While his intent certainly hadn't been to bring a new mare home to the Ridge... Charybdis had given him the power to make his own claims. And what better way to "get over" his sorrows than to bury himself in the arms of someone else? Someone that wouldn't need him to love her or care for her, just to appreciate her for what she was.

Drogon had learned to wear many masks over the years, playing the diplomat or the lecher, the hero or the villain. Each role had a place in his arsenal, but he was fairly certain of which face to wear today. The pretty mare before him was beautiful, and seemingly accustomed to being appreciated as the work of art that she was. If she wanted him to be an art connoisseur, he would be one and gladly.

"From the Lagoon?" He clarified her statement with a quirk of his brow and a dry chuckle. "I imagine so. Perhaps it's strange of me," he murmured, his lips curling into a lopsided grin. "But I do very much prefer the company of beautiful women over other men."

Drogon stilled as she drew nearer to him, more than willing to let the tension build between them. As much as her nearness was eroding at his own self-control, he was at least half certain it was doing something for her too. You know how to handle someone like me? Her taunt prompts a widening of his grin and he pulls in a slow breath before answering. "I think so," he murmured, shifting to the side slightly so that he could try to run his charcoal lips down the proud arch of her neck, only to pause pointedly before her shoulder. "Why don't you come with me and find out?"

Brow quirked in question, he lifted his head slightly over her back and peered back at her to see her reaction to the subtle challenge.

Can you feel it?