[ It certainly was. Ardyn's Sanguis changes usually left him with scales, but they were a dramatic black that rippled to a red-violet when the light caught them. These scales rippled with prismatic reflection when they caught the light, and swept to his hair line and up towards the horns sweeping back over his hair. Two other horns curled around his face, framing it, and his eyes, always a sharp yellow, were now different shades of gold from sclera, to iris, to pupil.
His wings were folded at his back, but the black bones and purple membrane were just visible even as he took Grimm's invitation and walked in. ]
Isn't it? And here I thought I was getting used to what this place threw at me.
[ The alluring harmonics of his voice were even more obvious in person. So too were the sharp teeth when he spoke. ]]
[ He could have ripped the wings from his back, torn the horns from his head, and plucked each scale out one by one. The pain would be nothing to his outrage at becoming anything like a dragon. Hateful lizards.
None of it showed on his face as Grimm complimented him. Ardyn smiled, raised his claws, and doffed his cap as he gave a small bow. His wings unfurled then, massive things, stretching easily from wall to wall. The black was firm and dark, like deep rock, but the purple membrane scintillated in glittering purple, the pattern leaning back in, like crystals peeking out from the cracks of a geode.
Another insult. ]
You're always so full of compliments, my good man. I'd worry it would go to my head, but I find myself particlarly fond of them.
[Beautiful. No one could have guessed at Ardyn's opinion of these changes - Grimm certainly did not, not without the context to know why Ardyn might have taken exception to all things draconic.]
Then I shall continue to provide you with praise, my friend. You were in search of advice?
[ Ardyn's wings tensed slightly, curling at the tips and uncurling with an almost lazy reflex. ]
Yes! They're pleasant things, [ They weren't, but he could handle a white lie. ] but they do take up a lot of room. Yours, however, look remarkably stylish! I was wondering if you could give me some tips.
[ He hadn't really thought of that. Oh, it made sense that learning to fold them wouldn't be something so easily learned -- it was why he had come to Grimm, after all. But perhaps they weren't nearly as flexible as his. Ardyn gave a thoughtful hum. It had a melodic quality to it, very pleasant and almost ringing. ]
Let me see...
[ Slowly, he stretched his wings out as far as they could go. When fully spread, the tips easily brushed against the ceiling, and when he stretched them horizontally, they touched the opposite walls. He gave another of those thoughtful hums, tensing and relaxing them as he moved them. Light scintillated off of the membrane, making the geode illusion glitter like the cosmos. ]
[ He wanted to rip them out of their newly formed sockets. ]
They're... hm. Well, I'm not used to the extra weight, and yet they don't feel unnatural, if that makes sense? It's less like carrying a heavy pack, and more like I had them resting on a shelf for a time, and now I have to re-adjust to holding them myself.
[ His wings tensed slightly; it was a gentle, almost ticklish touch, so it was an involuntary reflex.
What was more noticeable however was the sudden surge of Chroma, as the legendary Sanguis blessing allowed so much to be generated. It wasn't the same as laying with another person, but it was like clasping hands -- all from a gentle stroke. ]
Just a little, [ He said in response to his first query. It made him smile slightly, a wry little hook of his lips. A shame indeed that they were something so hateful, rather than pleasant. ]
And... hm, I'm not sure. It's quite new to me, you see. [ He let his wing press against Grimm's hand again, feeling the Chroma flare. ]
[ Ardyn's lips parted slightly over his clenched teeth, and the sound he gave was more akin to a purr than anything else. The membrane of his wings scintillated under Grimm's touch, the purple rippling as though light caught off the multifaceted form of a crystal. The small claws atop the wings curled in, and Ardyn rolled his shoulders back. ]
What better way to repay your kind tutelage than sharing this bounty, then? [ He looked over his shoulder, and the auriferous gleam of his gaze was intent. ]
[ Oh, well now he was the one being romanced! Ardyn laughed at the sensation; Grimm's kisses were odd, with no soft lips to translate them easily for Ardyn's human expectations. But they were novel, and he hardly disliked them.
He bowed his head, theatrically formal, and put on his best 'Chancellor-schmoozing-the-aristocracy' voice. ]
[Ardyn's theatrical manner is just one more thing Grimm likes about him.
Grimm takes his hand to lead him to the bedroom. It's a plain thing - it's obvious that neither of the apartment's residents actually sleep here, and the bed is immaculately made. Strictly for cuddling and/or banging use.]
[ It was a shame Grimm had no clothes to hook his new talons in. Ah well, Ardyn could still curl an arm around his hip and draw him towards the bed. Though he was taller, Grimm's height accentuated his slender elegance, and it didn't take more than a playful bat to guide him onto the bed. ]
Oh, wonderful. I do like taking my time with my things.
[ Smirking, Ardyn leaned over the bed. He propped his bad leg up on it, keeping most of his weight braced on his right hand. Cupping Grimm's elegant, pointed leg with his left hand, he raised it slightly off the bed and pressed his lips to the sensitive joint that he would have considered a knee on a human. ]
Good. I would hate to have to reschedule this.
[ His voice was low and insistent, ringing with a purring harmonic that seemed to seep into the awareness rather than simply be heard. These dragon Sanguis traits were something else, indeed. The rampant Chroma gain from simply holding and kissing the man's leg was testament enough to it. Ardyn's smirk only grew.
He kissed him again, a little higher this time, closing his eyes like a lazy cat before opening them, their auriferous gleam intent in the low light. ]
[It may not be a knee as such, but it certainly is as sensitive as one would be when kissed. Grimm shudders, letting out a sigh in response to that touch, that voice.
He knows Ardyn's voice doesn't always sink into his body the way it does now. He also doesn't particularly mind. As moonblessings go, it could be worse.
Ardyn kisses his thigh, and Grimm threads a carapaced hand through Ardyn's hair, knocking the hat aside if Ardyn is wearing one.]
You spoil me.
[His aedeagus is already starting to emerge from its slit.]
[ Horns made hats a trial to wear, but Lunatia provided, and still the hat tumbled to the floor as Grimm buried his sharp hands in Ardyn's red-violet mane.
Ardyn paused in his attentions for a moment, letting his eyes close languidly and canting his head into the touch. The light caught off his prismatic scales as he tilted his head to follow the stroke of Grimm's fingers, and when he was almost completely leaning backwards, he opened his eyes to golden slits and smirked up at Grimm. ]
You've no room to talk.
[ The draconic voice was like honey, mingling with Ardyn's own desire-roughened tone into something delicious. He bent his head once more and kissed Grimm's thigh, drawing his lips away slowly before planting them back down higher, and higher, until his lips grazed against that delicate crease that would have been the joint of leg and pelvis in a human.
His taloned fingers stroked the other side as his tapered tongue slipped out to tease around the base of his aedeagus, feather light and the pressure barely there. ]
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Date: 2019-11-04 10:02 am (UTC)His wings were folded at his back, but the black bones and purple membrane were just visible even as he took Grimm's invitation and walked in. ]
Isn't it? And here I thought I was getting used to what this place threw at me.
[ The alluring harmonics of his voice were even more obvious in person. So too were the sharp teeth when he spoke. ]]
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Date: 2019-11-06 08:34 pm (UTC)Adaptability is a fine virtue. And may I say, you wear this splendor well.
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Date: 2019-11-10 03:27 pm (UTC)None of it showed on his face as Grimm complimented him. Ardyn smiled, raised his claws, and doffed his cap as he gave a small bow. His wings unfurled then, massive things, stretching easily from wall to wall. The black was firm and dark, like deep rock, but the purple membrane scintillated in glittering purple, the pattern leaning back in, like crystals peeking out from the cracks of a geode.
Another insult. ]
You're always so full of compliments, my good man. I'd worry it would go to my head, but I find myself particlarly fond of them.
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Date: 2019-11-12 01:57 am (UTC)Then I shall continue to provide you with praise, my friend. You were in search of advice?
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Date: 2019-11-18 12:57 pm (UTC)Yes! They're pleasant things, [ They weren't, but he could handle a white lie. ] but they do take up a lot of room. Yours, however, look remarkably stylish! I was wondering if you could give me some tips.
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Date: 2019-11-19 03:43 pm (UTC)[First you need to learn to flap, then you learn to fold.]
I've found stretches to be helpful, for those just acquiring their wings.
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Date: 2019-11-19 04:05 pm (UTC)Let me see...
[ Slowly, he stretched his wings out as far as they could go. When fully spread, the tips easily brushed against the ceiling, and when he stretched them horizontally, they touched the opposite walls. He gave another of those thoughtful hums, tensing and relaxing them as he moved them. Light scintillated off of the membrane, making the geode illusion glitter like the cosmos. ]
How do they seem?
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Date: 2019-11-19 04:27 pm (UTC)Promising. With practice, you may be able to fold your wings in some. Though they may be too large to adhere as closely to your body as mine.
[His wings are pretty big, but they're not that big.]
How comfortable are you with them?
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Date: 2019-11-19 08:12 pm (UTC)They're... hm. Well, I'm not used to the extra weight, and yet they don't feel unnatural, if that makes sense? It's less like carrying a heavy pack, and more like I had them resting on a shelf for a time, and now I have to re-adjust to holding them myself.
[ Which was infuriating, of course. ]
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Date: 2019-11-20 05:01 am (UTC)[Even without all the hate going on, it's a big adjustment.]
You seem to not have much difficulty moving them, at least.
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Date: 2019-11-20 11:27 pm (UTC)[ He smiled, and though it was smug and cheeky, it was a little more genuine than the previous ones. ]
Would you like to touch them?
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Date: 2019-11-21 12:20 am (UTC)[Grimm reaches out to gently stroke the edge of one wing. He has no idea how sensitive the wings are, so it's better to err on the side of delicate.]
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Date: 2019-11-21 12:49 am (UTC)What was more noticeable however was the sudden surge of Chroma, as the legendary Sanguis blessing allowed so much to be generated. It wasn't the same as laying with another person, but it was like clasping hands -- all from a gentle stroke. ]
Ah... so that is the case.
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Date: 2019-11-21 04:03 am (UTC)[But that is indeed a great deal of Chroma he feels flooding into him, just from a simple touch.]
Quite efficient at moonlacing, aren't you. Is that a part of your new blessing?
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Date: 2019-11-22 12:33 am (UTC)And... hm, I'm not sure. It's quite new to me, you see. [ He let his wing press against Grimm's hand again, feeling the Chroma flare. ]
I'd be willing to experiment, if you are.
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Date: 2019-11-22 12:35 am (UTC)[Grimm strokes down the length of a wing, more firmly this time.]
And whatever else you desire.
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Date: 2019-11-22 12:41 am (UTC)What better way to repay your kind tutelage than sharing this bounty, then? [ He looked over his shoulder, and the auriferous gleam of his gaze was intent. ]
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Date: 2019-11-22 12:51 am (UTC)Allow me to show you to the bedroom.
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Date: 2019-12-03 05:42 pm (UTC)He bowed his head, theatrically formal, and put on his best 'Chancellor-schmoozing-the-aristocracy' voice. ]
Why, I'd be absolutely delighted. Do lead on!
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Date: 2019-12-03 09:32 pm (UTC)Grimm takes his hand to lead him to the bedroom. It's a plain thing - it's obvious that neither of the apartment's residents actually sleep here, and the bed is immaculately made. Strictly for cuddling and/or banging use.]
Make yourself comfortable. What's mine is yours.
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Date: 2019-12-03 10:05 pm (UTC)Oh, wonderful. I do like taking my time with my things.
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Date: 2019-12-11 01:39 pm (UTC)Grimm falls on his back on the bed, gazing up at Ardyn from his new vantage point.]
Conveniently, I have plenty of time today.
[Plenty of time to take with each other.]
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Date: 2019-12-18 05:47 pm (UTC)Good. I would hate to have to reschedule this.
[ His voice was low and insistent, ringing with a purring harmonic that seemed to seep into the awareness rather than simply be heard. These dragon Sanguis traits were something else, indeed. The rampant Chroma gain from simply holding and kissing the man's leg was testament enough to it. Ardyn's smirk only grew.
He kissed him again, a little higher this time, closing his eyes like a lazy cat before opening them, their auriferous gleam intent in the low light. ]
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Date: 2019-12-20 07:24 am (UTC)He knows Ardyn's voice doesn't always sink into his body the way it does now. He also doesn't particularly mind. As moonblessings go, it could be worse.
Ardyn kisses his thigh, and Grimm threads a carapaced hand through Ardyn's hair, knocking the hat aside if Ardyn is wearing one.]
You spoil me.
[His aedeagus is already starting to emerge from its slit.]
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Date: 2019-12-20 11:51 pm (UTC)Ardyn paused in his attentions for a moment, letting his eyes close languidly and canting his head into the touch. The light caught off his prismatic scales as he tilted his head to follow the stroke of Grimm's fingers, and when he was almost completely leaning backwards, he opened his eyes to golden slits and smirked up at Grimm. ]
You've no room to talk.
[ The draconic voice was like honey, mingling with Ardyn's own desire-roughened tone into something delicious. He bent his head once more and kissed Grimm's thigh, drawing his lips away slowly before planting them back down higher, and higher, until his lips grazed against that delicate crease that would have been the joint of leg and pelvis in a human.
His taloned fingers stroked the other side as his tapered tongue slipped out to tease around the base of his aedeagus, feather light and the pressure barely there. ]