A Courtship of Dragons is a M/M Romance short novel (approximately 60,000 words) 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.
Hugs for Mastekh! (This is becoming a theme… poor Puddle.)
MASTEKH DIDN’T NEED to bargain for privacy this time. As he ran through the kitchens, his gasping sobs and the misery on his face was enough to have the dracos leaping out of his way. One or two called out as he passed, but he didn’t spare them so much as a glance as he fled down the tunnel to the cavern for the second time that day.
How different he felt.
Such a fool. Such a stupid, brainless fool.
Of course there had been gossip about them. Of course any right thinking dragon thought them ridiculous. It wasn’t just that he was a Rainstorm and Estenarven was a Boulderforce. It was that he was Mastekh and Estenarven was Estenarven. Two more different and ill-matched dragons the Overworld could not hope to create.
Estenarven was everything wonderful and friendly and beloved by so many, and Mastekh was… not. He was none of those things. He was nothing.
Chest tight with mortification and pain and disappointment and heartbreak, he didn’t even pause to take off his robe. He didn’t pause for anything. He just burst into the cavern and ran across the moss. He didn’t even bother to jump or dive, he simply ran over the edge and crashed into the pool below.
Inelegant and clumsy, but that was who he was.
At least down here he was safe. Down here, beneath the water, no one would ever know where he was. No one would ever find him.
He was safe.
He was alone.
He was lonely.
A burst of bubbles escaped on a silent sob as he released his inner dragon and curled up in a miserable ball, hanging in the darkness and the depths, determined never to surface again.
The water would hold him. The water would care for him. No one else ever would.
Estenarven might have thought he could, might have even wanted to try, but everyone would laugh at him. Mastekh couldn’t bear that. He refused to let Estenarven become an object of ridicule. He deserved better than that.
So down here was where Mastekh would stay. Down here all he could hear was the thunder and rush of the waterfall. Down here he could not hear their laughter. Down here they couldn’t reach him.
No one could.
Another burst of bubbles escaped as Mastekh twisted the end of his tail between his front paws and closed his eyes. This was where he belonged now. Better for him, better for Estenarven, better for everyone.
The water would keep him safe until everything else went away – and he would be alone once more.
More next week.
Take care, my lovelies.