Work Text:
.
.
Without his usual robe, he dives while still having some of his clothes— into the ocean.
The world, above and under the water becomes quiet for a moment. And then, everything comes back a minute later.
The sense that he might be able to shut it off entirely by now, but as the head of state, he left some channels open in case.
He opens his eyes to look at his surroundings again, here, the water outside of the city but not too far.
It's winter now, which makes everything underwater appear more blue.
The lighting makes even the teal or red interiors look different as being perceived. The colors make him think of his precious melusines and then,
The violet shape is closing in from one corner of his eyes, an enormous one.
Physical, but not really physically present, that movement sure brings forth the current in this water.
But he's the masterful controller of the water, water will never be able to move him, or harm him, if he doesn't want to.
Then that gigantic mouth greets: "My young lord, my king"
He peacefully swims, slowly before the current sovereign.
Neuvillette came to petrichor before. Months ago, after knowing the story from the traveler.
He was curious, he had something he wanted to know, or maybe just getting to know Scylla was enough.
The result was more than he initially thought of asking for.
"What honor do I have? Oh, is it the occasion already?" Partly being formal, not full of courtesy like his lord has requested, and Scylla remembers one talk.
If they were to have the same type of appearance, they might be looking into the other's eyes.
Neuvillette might know Scyllla for far less than any other, but the warmth of having someone that is close to him in aspects that no one ever could is recognizable.
"I thought you have things to look forward to on this day, huh, my king." He teases the sovereign, for he has been fond of the one he's conversing with for some time now.
Like older relatives, if he could think of them like that, even if somebody asks, he'll tell he respects Neuvillette's status fully.
"I do." It's the one in human form who takes the turn in speaking. "With this spare time of mine, I shall use it to my liking. Including visiting you, Scylla."
The big head stills and in the next moment creates the waves because of the gesture of roaring with laughter– of rejoice.
His sovereign is soft, and it's not an unfortunate thing. He would expect a different expression from a parentless dragon, an isolated dragon, even a strong one will have a hollow heart without touches of love.
And he has listened enough to know what is the cause.
"Very well, my young lord. Then spend it as much as you like here." With that the enormous body moves again, the way it's like he wants to nudge the younger dragon— the Lord Dragon of another generation forward.
So they might have a round, traverse the scene of Remuria once more.
Neuvillette feels more at ease now being among the human children. Nevertheless, to strip himself of some responsibilities for this moment, to just be one of his own kind..
Scylla can tell him the story of old, of all that he knows and though he doesn't know the part about his becoming into being. Some main questions that Neuvillette still can't secure the answers to. And as though, for sure now, they can lie elsewhere.
And maybe, he, too, will have to shoulder directly the duty of a dragon sovereign one day.
Adding to the current roles he has.
If I am still here. Scylla thinks. To be beside him all through the things he may face.
"Our king, you said it's your chosen date but you still accept gifts and wishes?" The human's custom, happens to be the God – the one he once knew of– his custom also–
"I'm accepting them." A tone of appreciation, a kind one. If this body could smile in response..
"Then I wish for you, a long fulfilled life, always be prosperous ..and be with people who mean well to you, who cherish you."
Neuvillette listens to the wish quietly, and nods in the end, with a tender smile of gratitude.
They continue to swim and talk for a little more. Before The Sovereign or the Iudex decides it's time to go back.
They bid farewell as he finishes putting back on the robe on the shore.
Until next time. I'll come again. are exchanged, and the Fell Dragon watches his back move far away, until it's out of sight.