✧ claws and fangs

[quicksilverwings]

[Ciar has been living on the edge of town for a while. Nobody, at least, messes with the dragon. He pays no attention to whatever the rumors might say about him. He just wants to mind his own business.

It's a nice, quiet little existence, if a little bit of a lonely one. At the moment, he's curled up with a blanket and a good book, listening to the rain outside. Though a bit of noise that is very much not the rain catches his attention, making him look up.]

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[quicksilverwings]

[Ciar's smile softens.]

This restaurant was a good pick, Kakavasha.

[takesitall]

I'm glad.

[He offers a bite of his food to Ciar.]

[quicksilverwings]

[He takes it, expression brightening.]

Mm! That's wonderful.

[takesitall]

[God, Ciar is pretty.

Some time passes, and the lair is expanded a bit more. The area around the lair starts to change as well, as they end up helping a runaway long and his friends who decide to stay nearby. After that, they end up helping a bounty hunter who asks to use the area as a base of operations as needed.

It's when they end up taking in a pair of twins looking for a place to recover after some other dragon-based nonsense that Vasha tracks down Ciar.]

Hey.

[quicksilverwings]

[Ciar is at work in the kitchen, though he puts down what he's doing when Vasha comes in.]

Hi, Vasha. Something up?

[takesitall]

Not really, but I have been thinking. Do you think we might want to start a village or something?

[quicksilverwings]

... Honestly, we might as well at this rate. Especially if we keep getting people who need a safe place to stay.

[takesitall]

Yeah. The Eisners mentioned some friends who also need a safe haven--I didn't ask for details--and who knows who else.

[quicksilverwings]

Yeah. There's a half-demon who got in touch with me recently, said a friend of his needed a place to lay low for a while, too.

[He slips off his apron, making his way over to Vasha.]

[takesitall]

The one with the bird, yeah?

[He leans against Ciar when he comes closer.]

Yeah. Do we know any construction guys, though?

[quicksilverwings]

I know a guy who knows a guy. I'll ask him to put us in touch.

[He wraps his arms around Vasha, briefly burying his face in the crook of the werewolf's neck.]

[takesitall]

[Oh, stand up cuddle time. He promptly hugs Ciar tight.]

Good. Wait, is it the guy allergic to me?

[quicksilverwings]

Nah, different guy. It's the menreiki.

[There's a pleased hum at the hug.]

[takesitall]

...please tell me he isn't going to suggest that loud stupid oni. Or the louder, stupider brother.

[quicksilverwings]

He probably won't. He knows you don't like either of them. He might tap the hellhound, though.

[takesitall]

The hellhound's fine, so long as he stops getting all territorial. This is my land, he knows it, stop throwing a fit about it.

[quicksilverwings]

Just threaten to tell his boyfriend.

[takesitall]

Which one?

[quicksilverwings]

The puca. That's the one most likely to get him to behave.

[takesitall]

Because he's whipped.

[It's cute.]

At least I like the puca.

[quicksilverwings]

The puca's a good kid when someone isn't pushing his buttons. He'll probably be hanging around while the hellhound's working.

[takesitall]

Fine by me. Wait, is the hellhound going to build all of the houses single-handedly?

[quicksilverwings]

No, probably not, but we'll see who else the menreiki gets. I just know he's going to make the hellhound help.

[takesitall]

Fine by me.

[He starts to tug Ciar to their living room.]

[quicksilverwings]

[And Ciar will happily go wherever he's tugged.]

Want proper cuddles now, huh?