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A Courtship of Dragons: Part 19


A Courtship of Dragons is a M/M Romance (it could be short, it could be a novella, it could be any size, I have no idea) told in short scenes, between two young dragons, Estenarven kin Boulderforce Clan Stoneheart and Mastekh kin Rainstorm Clan Flowflight. It’s pure fluff ‘n’ stuff and not intended to be anything other than that.

|| First Part || All Parts || Last Part ||

Only a short update this week, the shortest so far, but it’s one of my favourites.

But be warned – the cuteness, it burns!


ESTENARVEN WASN’T PARTICULARLY fond of rain. At least, he never had been before. It was cold and clammy and unpleasant on human skin, and in flight it snuck into all the secret places between his scales, reminding him of all the ways water could break down rock if given long enough to work.

But that was before.

Before Mastekh, before this courtship, before attraction and affection and love.

And flight.

It felt like they spent an eternity in the cold, damp, bitter air of the gathering dusk, weaving between raindrops, wingtips touching, tails brushing. The storm stayed away, along with the Tempestfurys and it felt like they had the entire sky to themselves.

Estenarven’s third gift to his Puddle wasn’t anything that anyone could pin down. It wasn’t anything that could be picked up, put in the pocket and carried around. It couldn’t be touched, it couldn’t be tasted, it couldn’t even be heard. It was no object that could be kept or admired or shown off to others.

But it could be remembered – and treasured.

His third gift was a rainstorm for his Rainstorm, shared together in flight.

And Estenarven would never think of rain in the same way again.


Take care, my lovelies.

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