dateamonster:

The first thing you’re truly aware of waking up is that this is decidedly not the hospital room you fell asleep in. In fact, as you soon become aware, this isn’t the hospital at all, nor is it your house or any place you recognize for that matter.

You wish you could say this is the first time you’ve woken up in a cave, groggy and disoriented. At least this time you’re fairly certain it’s not your fault. There’s a warm gust of air at your back, like you’ve curled up next to an open vent. You roll over and come face-to-snout with none other than the twelve feet of ornery lizardflesh that has inserted himself into your life.

Not that you’re necessarily complaining, though at the moment you think you have a right to. You’re newly post-op, still a little drugged up, and not at all fit for the conversation you’re about to have.

The dragon tilts his head so that his eye meets yours as you unplaster your face from the (surprisingly clean) cave floor. The blanket from the hospital is still wrapped snug around you, so that’s another awkward trip you’re gonna have to make when your caring captor opts to set you free.

“Why?” you ask with as much feeling as a single word can express.

He sniffs, almost indignant. Oh so this is how it’s gonna be. “The purpose of your stay was to fix your leg. Your leg is fixed, so I saw no reason you should remain any longer.”

You drag a hand over your face. “That’s not really how it works, babe.”

“They were poisoning you. You would not wake.”

“I wasn’t being poisoned, I was being medicated.” Oh, how to explain this in a way he would understand. “When humans are sick or injured, it’s beneficial for them to rest and heal, you know? The doctors at the hospital gave me medicine so I wouldn’t be in pain after the surgery and that medicine also made me sleep.“

“You would not wake,” the dragon repeats insistently. A growl slips into his voice and, more surprising still, a hint of worry. “Anything could have happened and you would’ve been unable to defend yourself.”

“Yeah, anything like being kidnapped by a dragon.” Still you allow him to drop his head into your lap and make a big show of cozying up to you, the closest thing to a real apology you’ll probably get from him. “I didn’t mean to scare you, but you gotta trust me sometimes. I know what I’m doing. At least when it comes to human stuff.”

“I wasn’t scared,” he grumbles as a massive tail glides across the cave floor and wraps protectively around you. “I was concerned. Reasonably so. But I concede. I… trust you, and I will return you to your healers if that’s what you think is best.”

Well, yeah, you should at least go back and let them know what happened to you- that is, you should make up a story to explain what happened to you. But you will need time to come up with something believable so…

“I do, and you will, but later.” You curl up and rest your head on the curve of your lover’s long neck, breathe in the subtle scent of salt and stone and pine, preferring it greatly to the suffocating atmosphere of antiseptic that you’d come to know intimately over the past couple days.

He repositions his head again and after a moment you realize that he is attempting to listen to your heartbeat while you rest. Not afraid, but concerned, you think to yourself with a self-satisfied hum. You consider commenting on it, and in time you probably will, but for now you let it slide. Blame it on the meds.

draconiks:

• dragons are, in a word, extreme, and often live in places that reflect this. hope you’re not afraid of heights cause you’re about to be carried to the peak of a mountain. why does the dragon like it here? they won’t say.
• speaking their native tongue to you 
• okay we. we talked about you hoarding shiny things, i know the water is reflective and is SUPER shiny but you can’t catch it, i’m sorry. it’s not gonna work–no i’m not drowning please don’t jump in, no ple
• getting SO god damn wiggly when you bring them a well prepared meal cause they’re so used to either raw food or overly charred/frozen food. and when you season it? they’re just fucked up. 
• tails wiggling before they strike prey like leopard geckos, or their pupils getting super big at night (and when they see you/get happy). aka adorable. 
• turning their heads like dogs do when they hear cute noises from you (laughing, crying, etc). trying to find the source of this noise. involves poking, nibbling, sniffing and confused/startled growls. 
• falling asleep in your lap even though they. they can’t fit. 
• letting you put flowers in their scales 
• being fascinated with your hair and playing with it, nuzzling into it and nibbling at it. gets absolutely heartbroken when they realize it can hurt if they tug on it so they’re extremely careful and gentle.
• extremely tough predators. top of the line, nothing can bring them down. strike fear into the heart of absolutely everything; all fangs and claws and death. around you? giant puppies.
• carrying you through the sky at night where you can see the stars and aurora borealis so close it feels like you can touch them
•  consequently, the dragon falling in love with you so deeply because of how happy they can make you, and how happy you make them.