Midas is king and he holds me so tight
There's a twist through his systems as he gives up his meal, a predatory confusion born from the dragon parts of him. His jaws tense for a second, but, truly—his body is not hungry. It's only vanity. An animal huff, uncharacteristic for his human self, leaves his nostrils and he sits down to watch her.The rip.
The tear.
The dead body firmly pinned by talons, plucked apart by a savage girl with her savage beak, gulped down the eagle's gullet. His mouth waters from memory and curiosity, but he's had his fill of taste already. Instead he lowers his head to sniff around the grass and the flowers, the wet scent of night, the aroma of rich soil—
She makes short work of the morsel. Aamu smiles a dragon's smile, reaching out again to touch his muzzle to the bloodied side of her head.
Yeah, he whispers, let's go home.
( finn <33 )
and turns me to gold in the sunlight
Aamu
