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FB3X Drabble Cascade #51 - Centre
Title: The Treasure (PG, m/m, prequel*)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 200
Prompt: Center/Centre (British people don’t spell things correctly sometimes *grins*)
Note: I’d like to say that Miri is evil and I had this idea that I was just going to write the first lines of so I wouldn’t lose it.
*continues with Dragon’s Work - Tending to the Fires (M/m, romance, weredragon)
In the center of the glen was an overlooked forest, for this was dragon territory they said. In the center of the forest, or near enough, was a waterfall whose water ran warm from some underground internal fire. The water fell to fill a basin of a largish pond, held cupped until it overflowed to become a river. The folk that benefitted from that river never sought its source for the obvious reason of the dragon. Dafydd knew nothing of this.
So when his horse threw him into the dirt and went its merry way gleefully or fearfully, for horses sometimes have more sense than their riders, Dafydd thought to ease his aching body in the hollowed out bowl of the warm waterfall. He was rinsing his hair, standing with his face raised to allow the stream to cascade down over all sides of his body, the water shining gems falling around and over his body alternately hiding and revealing the various mysteries that clothing concealed.
This is how Auryn found him and, resolving to lick each drop that caressed this human’s form and perhaps induce more to issue forth, the dragon introduced himself to his prey.
Title: The Treasure (PG, m/m, prequel*)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 200
Prompt: Center/Centre (British people don’t spell things correctly sometimes *grins*)
Note: I’d like to say that Miri is evil and I had this idea that I was just going to write the first lines of so I wouldn’t lose it.
*continues with Dragon’s Work - Tending to the Fires (M/m, romance, weredragon)
In the center of the glen was an overlooked forest, for this was dragon territory they said. In the center of the forest, or near enough, was a waterfall whose water ran warm from some underground internal fire. The water fell to fill a basin of a largish pond, held cupped until it overflowed to become a river. The folk that benefitted from that river never sought its source for the obvious reason of the dragon. Dafydd knew nothing of this.
So when his horse threw him into the dirt and went its merry way gleefully or fearfully, for horses sometimes have more sense than their riders, Dafydd thought to ease his aching body in the hollowed out bowl of the warm waterfall. He was rinsing his hair, standing with his face raised to allow the stream to cascade down over all sides of his body, the water shining gems falling around and over his body alternately hiding and revealing the various mysteries that clothing concealed.
This is how Auryn found him and, resolving to lick each drop that caressed this human’s form and perhaps induce more to issue forth, the dragon introduced himself to his prey.
