Lio watches the room take shape around them, watches the forest respond to Galo's will. His healer, making their bed, their nest for them and the eggs that he's still having trouble believing are actually real and not some impossible dream.
Then Galo is leaning into him, and he's warm and solid enough that there's no way to pretend this is anything but real. His arms move to wrap around the other dragon just as automatically, quietly musing over how right and comfortable it feels.
"You're an elemental now. It's not just borrowed magic from your forest." Galo isn't wrong. He was a lantern flame, and now he's his own inferno.
Lio unwraps one arm from Galo, to reach toward the eggs, flames flickering from his fingertips and making their way to wreath around and in between the eggs in their nest, burning nothing, but making certain they're warm, bathed in his own fire.
Without really thinking about it in any conscious way, he turns to nuzzle right into Galo's cheek where the other is rested against his shoulder. Something deep and instinctual is singing that his mate is here and safe and warm.
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Then Galo is leaning into him, and he's warm and solid enough that there's no way to pretend this is anything but real. His arms move to wrap around the other dragon just as automatically, quietly musing over how right and comfortable it feels.
"You're an elemental now. It's not just borrowed magic from your forest." Galo isn't wrong. He was a lantern flame, and now he's his own inferno.
Lio unwraps one arm from Galo, to reach toward the eggs, flames flickering from his fingertips and making their way to wreath around and in between the eggs in their nest, burning nothing, but making certain they're warm, bathed in his own fire.
Without really thinking about it in any conscious way, he turns to nuzzle right into Galo's cheek where the other is rested against his shoulder. Something deep and instinctual is singing that his mate is here and safe and warm.