He's been on the move for a while now, keeping one step ahead of hunters, the clan, and other problems. One step ahead of being captured and forced to conform to the way they wished him to be. He moved swiftly when he could. Swam through oceans if he had to, took to the air when he wanted, and ran under cover when around others. In cities and other locations where he might be seen.
Genji wasn't sure which city he had ended up in, but the smell was good. Like candy and warm. Like spice and heat and magic. There was something about this place that smelled welcoming but dangerous. On his first night there, someone saw him, but not human him. Dragon him. He had made a mistake of not changing before landing, scarring some people. They screamed, he roared, they shot at him, he took off, shifted and hid.
Reports of a dragon were storming the local news. People claiming that it was the cause of crimes, or missing people. That the break in at the gas station was a dragon smashing in the window, not a armed man looking for a bottle of whiskey and throwing a fit. A girl went missing. Must be the dragon.
For Genji, he was still hurt from the last fight with his clan, so he didn't just leave the city. Instead he wandered it, green hair under a ball cap, body tightly bound with bandages to help his wounds, but also around his neck to hide the fade of scales at his neck. Once in a while, that smell of magic got his attention and he hated himself for searching it out. But it smelled so good...
The first thing that [The Girl] learned about magic was this: keep your True Name safe. It turns out that a lot of the basics about magic applied to hacking - know what you're after and be careful of the strange things you meet in the middle of the night.
Actually, that could be applied to running the streets too.
She kept her friends close, their enemies closer and the truth tied tight behind her ribcage. All her life she seemed to walk the line between two worlds - legal and illegal, light and dark. One bad night came and everything changed.
There had been bullets and and she was pretty sure she was bleeding when she cast that first spell. Everything during the spell she remembers as clear as her own heartbeat and ever since then, the youngbloods in the gang were very careful of disturbing their big sis. See brujeria was a thing that everyone sort of did, but becoming a true bruja was something only the foolish chased after. So she learned everything she could until the night they tried to kill Los Muertos - then she traded everything that she was for everything she could be.
That had been a long time ago.
Her power had grown over the years, partly the potency of her blood and partly the potency of her deal as such a young age. For a long time, it would bleed off of her in waves, spiking with her emotions and setting anything that could sense magic on edge instantly.
But not anymore!
After some serious searching and cracking a private server of information, Sombra found the solution to her problems. She stopped swearing, stopped eating fast food and abstained from sex for a month, praying Hail Mary and bathing in the sea in the dead of night once a week. Once the time was right she lit candles and drew salt circles and sung to the spirits of her family and the brujas that had come before her. Then she slept like the dead for ten hours.
Today was day one after solving this ‘magic bleed’ problem she’d been having and she felt so much clearer. She’d only gotten a few weird looks from folks she knew were magic - the clerk with the super clear third eye, a dude from the library she assumed was a werewolf a while ago. So a trip to the good supermarket was in order as she tried to shake the feeling of an unfamiliar gaze.
An unfamiliar gaze that had found the target he was looking for.
Genji pressed himself against a wall, having wandered for a bit of time now, trying to decide on the smells around here. It felt almost like home, yet better. Home was Order and Restriction, with kitsune-tsukai lurking around to assure his father of his containment. Home was watching your older brother break into two, twist and change. One half dying off into a pact with a oni. The other half running away, to leave the house hold burden on the younger one. Home was being brought before the council and forced into it's service.
Home was no more, when he was done with it. Burned and left to ash. What was left of the Shimada Clan was a handful of elders, a temple of smoke, and world news of the clan's fall.
And one angry oni looking to take it out on the last dragon. Dragons were rare, and rarer still were the long royal dragons like himself. He was literally in trouble no matter where he went. And yet here he was, taking a moment to relax. Sniffing out the smells of the area. A high concentration of magical beings were around here. In the OPEN no less.
He had wrapped himself in a long poncho, and hid his face and hair with a long brim hat, moving through this place going from one smell to another. After a few runs ins with others, that pancho turned to a black hoodie and that hat turned to a ball cap, making it easier to blend in with the youth here. He found too many things here. A wolf, he had smelled those before and did not like it. A creature he was unsure of, a man that smelled of salt and fire, another that came to him as sand and wood smoke. And then there was the one that caught his attention.
A woman, he decided, moving towards a market. He really should go the other way, but the smell she gave off was sweet. Appealing. He had a weakness for sweets, and for ladies. In that very Dragon and Princess way, sadly. He moved inside the market, and wandered between shelves, hands in his pockets, trying to follow her with out being noticed. To a common magic person, that magical bleed problem might seem to have gone away, but to something as old as he was, he understood what it was he was following. It pulled at his belly and made it growl as he stalked, trying to catch just a good sight of her.
The thing about being a street kid is that old habits never left once you grew up.
For example: moving in circles makes it very easy to see when someone is tailing you. And hoo-boy, was this guy following her.
Carefully, very carefully, she let her magic reach - to see this new entity in her territory. Reading labels on cans and boxes, she tried to stifle the shudder that arose from using her power this way. Before, she would get dull pings but this...oh, this was something profound.
This stranger felt like wind and fresh air and freedom - nothing like the crowded heat of the city.
Or he hoped he was not. He didn't want to kidnap children like he heard someone complaining about. He didn't kill anyone since he got here. He might have eaten a cow, but it wasn't going to last long anyhow, and it was lost out there on the edge of the city. A dragon had to eat.
He noticed the woman in a row, reading a can. He stood at the end of the isle at the back of the store, and carefully peeked around the corner of a shelf of Zucaritas! frosted flakes, ignoring the Tigre Toño yelling 'Grriquisimas' on the cover to stare at her. Was it her that smelled like this? He ducked away from being seen, the moment he thought she might turn to look.
She smelled delicious.
No. Wait. That is NOT the term he meant, he told himself.
Maybe it was being around all this food. The cow was days ago and he was hungry, after all.
It was definitely the guy at the end of the aisle, dipping back behind anything he thought would obscure him enough to avoid notice. He was fast though and quiet, if it weren't for their natures, he would have been able to follow her easily and that was not something Sombra liked at all. Fortunately for her, there wasn't enough magic in the world to hide what he was - especially not to anyone sensitive.
Okay, so it was sort of cute that he was trying but it also begged a question: things that felt as old as he did usually avoided people or didn't bother hiding. Why was he acting like some lovestruck kid?
When he poked his head back around, Sombra was leaned against the shelves, arms crossed and looking far too amused.
"Hey." she nearly purred, giving him a little finger-wiggling wave. "Nice weather, huh?"
This was the stupidest idea, but there were a few problems with this old one. He doesn't have a very good idea of the world, outside of a few things here and there, so he's learning. Another? He was really still hungry, and his belly tended to lead him into stupid things.
Like stalking someone who smelled like sweet and sugar and--the smell was stronger.
So as he turned to peek again, she was leaning right there, waiting. Waving at him. His golden eyes went wide, staring at her for a moment. And something behind him swept at the boxes of cereal at the lower shelf. His tail had popped out into existence when she surprised him. He grabbed at it, morphing it back in as he scrambled backwards.
[I, ah, no speak... is that English?] He rambled in Japanese, understanding it well enough, and he might even speak it but he was startled.
"I, uh, S-sorry." He said in bad english, giving her a deep bow and then... turning to run. Yep. That was well. That was SMOOTH. Since when was he a mess around people? He could manage it with anyone else. She just smelled so delicious that he panicked.
He's going to go mentally beat himself up now, if he can.
Her eyebrows went straight up as he gawked, noting the shade of gold of his eyes. It was a damned pretty mark of being something more than human and the feeling only intensified when she felt his glamour drop. Her mouth opened a little on reflex, wanting to take in everything about this stranger.
And he was cute.
He stammered in Japanese, wondering if she'd been speaking in English, before bowing and bailing. Sombra tried and failed to stifle her laugh, as he booked it. On top of whatever he was, he was a tourist too!
She put her money on the counter with her things, dashing to try and follow this potent, mysterious and handsome stranger.
[Hey, stranger!] she called out the door, calling on rusty Japanese to try and get his attention. [Shy is cute, but I wanted to say hi.]
She paused a moment, looking around for any sign of him. He was a tourist, but old and possibly dangerous. After all, she had read about beings that hunted witches and feasted on their magic. For a split second, she envisioned golden eyes staring her down and the feeling of teeth on her skin. It shouldn't have made her smile as hard as it did.
He already had people wanting his head around here. And now he found someone who got him by surprise, and he just did a dumb and--
She spoke Japanese?
He heard her when she called out the door. He had ran out the door, hit the wall of the place just cattycorner of the market, and took a flying jump backwards to another building, leading him to be crouched at the top of the market for a moment.
He crouched down even lower, in the shadow of a sign, keeping hidden... and smacking both the heels of his hands into his forehead, mentally calling himself an idiot over and over. This was as bad as when he ran into that american werewolf in Japan. Fuck did he smell good. Good but not like this.
He laid down on his belly and let out a whimper, letting the heat of the roof and the heat of the sun behind him burn a bit into the soft human side of his flesh. [What are you doing?] He said to himself.
[So hungry...] He mumbled out loud on such a soft whine of a breath. And he intended to wait here until night, except for the fact that she was going to grab his attention again when she left.
And he was sadly stupid enough to follow. By roof hopping for most the way, maybe.
Gathering her things, Sombra picked up a pair of hefty steaks to add to her already considerable dinner and paid. With two decently loaded bags, she made her way back to her apartment - mind flitting between her own plans and the hot stranger.
Okay, it was partly that he was hot - but it was moreso that he was mysterious. And a ball of nerves. It was an alluring combination and she found herself wishing they could at least talk. The way home was mostly muscle memory at this point, so she tried reaching for that feeling he had with her magic - wind and summer and unrestrained freedom.
No, he laid there, and he refused to get up. He refused. He was going to stay and bake in the sun and just not move.
And then the smell of her was strong again, on the wind, and he groaned, sniffing, and inching to the edge of the roof. And he told himself no, as he started to jump from roof to roof. Told himself no, as he snaked down a tree with hands and feet. Told himself no as he scaled another building, chasing after the smell of sweet and magic.
Told himself no as he realized she didn't go past the building he was on. No! He couldn't have lost her.
He tried looking down at the ground, but she was no longer on the street. He panicked for a moment. What if he did something dumb and she was about to catch him again? He took off to the roof of the building, hiding in a shadow and holding his chest again, willing his beating heart to slow down.
No. He was fine. He was safe. She smelled too sweet to be a danger. That was how that worked, wasn't it? The problems were always the ones that smelled fowl, like the Fox witches back home. He soon ducked around, down one side of the building, looking. Then to the back, looking over again. Where? Where did she go?
Like a cat looking for a lost mouse. He scurried over another side of the building, where he wouldn't bee so seen, and started to peek into windows. He told himself no. It wasn't worth it, and yet he was so curious. Did she live here? Was she going to trap him if he let himself get too close?
With ninja like skills, he moved silent, peeking into another window, hoping to catch movement or scent...
Unlocking the door to her apartment, Sombra pushed down the faint heartache of the mysterious stranger's disappearance. For all the world, it felt like he was just around the corner, like if she reached out, she could touch him. Ignoring that she very much wanted to touch him, she set about unpacking and storing the groceries.
At her home, safely warded, her magic intensified. The scent hung in the air, sweet and potent, but with something deeper, darker. The shift in intensity likely had to do with the fact that she'd changed from jeans and a t-shirt to a pair of old athletic shorts and an tank top.
For a bit she continued, scrolling through her phone at recipes as she chopped a few base ingredients. Ignoring the feeling that she was being watched again, she opened the kitchen window.
And there it was. A window opened and he pressed against the wall tighter. For a moment he didn't even breath. He had just been peeking in another window to this place too, but now...
Now he inched closer and brought himself to the edge of the window, sniffing silently and almost melting. Melting as he realized it was the right smell. His fingers dug into the stone wall he clung to, just so he didn't fall off.
He couldn't help himself. His tummy rumbled a moment and he found himself peek inside more, trying to see if she was still there at the window, or the kitchen at all. Peeking in to give a simple, but accented.
He had found himself famished, more than he had realized, so as she fed him he slowly pushed that energy into recovery. Which also said he was very easy to tire out and crash. Which was a good thing, really. He needed the rest. He needed the rest badly.
When he woke the next morning, it had actually been a few days. A few day of his sleeping in a nest of pillows and stolen blankets from the girls bed, curled up and knocked out. He didn't want to be tempted by her bed itself, and yet he didn't want to be far away either. Her scent helped clam him in a way. And her room would keep him out of the way in case she had someone come over.
He didn't mean to sleep for so long, but if she did check on him, he would one, be out like a light, and to, be mending. When he did wake it was with a huge yawn, his tail laying out behind him, not hidden like he had done before, and his horns in full view. Light scaling over his forehead and cheeks, down his front arms. He yawned and stretched, groaning a bit as he sat up on the floor.
His hands ran down his horns and he frowned. Those needed to be put away. Genji sniffed, trying to check where he was, as if he forgot, and where SHE was, because he couldn't forget her.
For three days, Sombra had done her best to tend to her new guest and ignore the temptation that flooded her every time she saw him. Well, that was one way to put it at least. Her dreams, on the other hand, betrayed her and more than once she woke to arousal that was sure to summon him to her bed. Ever the gentleman, he never did follow the scent that she was sure hung in the air. Admittedly, she had become addicted to the feeling of his magic, his aura - whatever you called it and at the first opportunity, she swiped his hoodie to wear around the house.
Fortunately, Sombra's life remained uneventful after her guest's sudden arrival and she was able to keep the apartment quiet for the sake of Genji's recovery. This morning had been no different; she woke nearly with the sunrise and contented herself to reading and watching Genji sleep. His recovery was nothing short of miraculous and as he healed, he gained telltale signs of his true nature.
The scales appeared first, a pretty iridescent green along his browbone and cheeks. This morning the horns had returned to their full glory and if she were a gambler, she'd bet his tail was somewhere in the nest he'd made. She looked to him from her own nest on the bed, still wearing the hoodie that he'd shown up in and swimming in it a little considering their size difference.
"Hey," she greeted, her voice thick with sleep. "How are you feeling?"
He was a good boy. He needed his sleep and his recovery time, otherwise he might have climbed up into that bed of her several times already. He was already moving to rest his arms and head on the end of it, looking up to her from where he rested. She had his hoodie on, making him smile, a wee bit fangy smile.
"Much better. How long was I out?" He asked and rested his horned head on the end of her bed, eyes almost sparkling as he watched her so intensely. He knew he needed to hide his true nature, but he figured the witch wouldn't care so much really.
His fingers dug a bit into the blanket, and his head tilted to the side, resting there. "It feels like it must have been days." He said slowly.
It was easy to return his smile, the lazy morning lending to the feeling of unhurried relaxation. Sombra shifted a little to face him better as he leaned on her bed to speak with her.
She did the math to answer his question, biting her lip in thought. The gold of his eyes really was beautiful, especially in the morning light like this. Scratch that, he was beautiful.
"You were in and out. Today is day number three."
It was an honest answer, though she did respond to his slow tone with a similar one.
"I got a bunch of stuff for breakfast, if you're hungry?"
He liked her smile as much as he liked her scent. She seemed to shine to him, in a world of darkness, no matter what time of day it was, she was bright to him. A bright aura and a better scent. Something so very attractive in more than her beauty.
He rolled up onto his knees, kneeling at the end of her bed, tail behind him, arms stretching out on the bed long and straight, just resting there a moment. He had lost his hat, his hoodie and shirt, though he still had his pants. He had gotten himself comfortable, really.
"I needed it." He said softly, his slow and steady, accented voice said. "You made me feel.... safe here. I was able to recover. For that I am grateful."
As for the offer of food? He actually chuckled faintly. "I will eat you out of house and home if you let me, but I do not wish to disturb you. You look... comfortable. My sweater suits you well."
As he stretched out in front of her, Sombra moved a little more to be closer. He seemed shy or at least overly proper and she was beginning to run out of ways to signal that she very much wanted to be bothered by him. Her eyes flicked over him, the muscles in his forearms and the broadness of his shoulders. Even relaxed as he was, Genji looked powerful and her mind began to drift to how he would feel pressed against her and she tried not to shiver at the memory of him nuzzling at her neck.
His gratitude only made her disposition brighter and she flashed a bright smile at him. As the local bruja, Sombra had gotten used to exchanges and deals, quid pro quo and the like. Helping someone for the sheer sake of helping felt nice, for a change.
“You make it easy to be nice. Besides, I invited you in - what kind of host would I be if I didn’t try to make you as comfortable as possible.”
Now that he genuinely seemed better, Sombra was having difficulty maintaining proper manners. Maybe he was feeling it too, with that pivot from food to his observation. Almost immediately her smile went a little lopsided. Of course he liked the look of her in something that was his.
“It’s no trouble. I figured you’d want something when you woke up.”
It was more Overly Proper than Shy, but there were other reasons as well. She overwhelmed him in a way. She was so exotic to him in another way. A magical creature to a magical creature. One he had never met before.
"You didn't have to play host. You could have had me put out on my horn instantly, and I would not have fought you about it." He told her simply. He did inch a bit closer, fingers digging into the comforter on the bed, pulling himself up so his chest was on the bed, closer.
"I do want something, but perhaps it is not food." He said with almost a deep purr of sound from his throat. His hand reached out to take her wrist, pulling t her a bit as he seemed to have slithered up more onto her bed.
Sombra gave a little shrug at his persistence, only half-acknowledging his point. She'd been curious about him and unwilling to let it pass without at least attempting to find out more.
"You looked like you needed a break."
For a moment, it looked as if she were going to say something else. Whatever it was, it wasn't important - not when Genji looked so good crawling up the bed like that. Again, she remembered the feeling of him close and she looked at him with heavy-lidded eyes.
"Maybe you should be brave and tell me what you want."
"I'm glad you didn't. I did need that break. I found something more interesting than I bargained for as well."
He was still moving, slinking almost. And as she said he should be brave he snorted, moving closer, crawling onto the bed in full now, and starting to nudge forward, over her. He leaned over her with both impressively strong arms, looking down to her almost like she was a snack. He smirked, a sharp smirk.
"Or I could just show you what I want." He said, hovering there, leaning down to almost kiss her but not quite yet. "But maybe you like words better..." It was a tease.
She was still nearly purring, watching him greedily as he stalked up the bed. He was so pretty it made her ache, made her want to find his limit. Damn, he looked strong and with little opportunity to escape Sombra felt her own magic begin to surge.
His eyes were hungry and she met his look with one of her own, torn between wanting so badly to control him and wanting to feel his strength and his power. Something about him; his scent, his aura reacted to her own, the smell like sweet spice and rain to a better trained nose.
This man, this dragon hovered and Sombra fought the urge to arch to meet his mouth, licking her lips instead before smiling.
“I can run my mouth all day, Genji. How about you show me what you like?”
"Interesting." He hummed back in reply, sniffing in a long breath as she smelled more amazing than before. The magic surging in her felt like a buzz in his head. Something he couldn't remove himself from. It was hot and kept his attention firmly.
He hovered over her, both strong arms holding himself up over her. Sure he'd been wounded the night before, and he was still recovering, but he had been fed and given time to relax. He was healing, and now he was hungry for more.
He leaned down, letting his nose sniff and nuzzle down her neck, taking in tht magical surge of power as if it fed him more. His lips pressing to her skin a moment later, in a soft kiss. He came to settle between her legs, leaning over her and kissing her neck. "But what if I like that mouth of yours?" He purred into her neck, moving lower down to what she wore, a finger curling into her shirt to pull it down a bit more, kissing lower.
Sombra watched him and wondered; what could have hurt him so badly, how far had he wandered before he landed in her little town, and could she thank such a dangerous thing?
She supposed it was selfish to be grateful for Genji's bad luck, but the brush of his lips on her neck. Damn. It almost felt like a current, like the touch of his skin was all she needed to keep going. Eyes fluttering, she moved by instinct to accommodate him; raising her head to bare her throat to him, arching her back just right and opening her legs.
"Then keep doing what you're doing and you'll hear me as much you want..."
It was suddenly hot in this little nest of blankets and such, now that Genji was so interested in sharing it and Sombra found herself writhing slowly, both because of Genji's mouth and wanting relief. The world shrunk down to him, above her and below her; His energy still emanated from the hoodie and she still felt like she was drowning in it, even as she could feel the garment's fabric pooling under her.
Bracing with one arm, she reached up, hissing 'Yes' as she ran her fingers into his hair and arched to press herself against him solidly.
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Dragons and Witches (no doubt to be NSFW later)
Genji wasn't sure which city he had ended up in, but the smell was good. Like candy and warm. Like spice and heat and magic. There was something about this place that smelled welcoming but dangerous. On his first night there, someone saw him, but not human him. Dragon him. He had made a mistake of not changing before landing, scarring some people. They screamed, he roared, they shot at him, he took off, shifted and hid.
Reports of a dragon were storming the local news. People claiming that it was the cause of crimes, or missing people. That the break in at the gas station was a dragon smashing in the window, not a armed man looking for a bottle of whiskey and throwing a fit. A girl went missing. Must be the dragon.
For Genji, he was still hurt from the last fight with his clan, so he didn't just leave the city. Instead he wandered it, green hair under a ball cap, body tightly bound with bandages to help his wounds, but also around his neck to hide the fade of scales at his neck. Once in a while, that smell of magic got his attention and he hated himself for searching it out. But it smelled so good...
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Actually, that could be applied to running the streets too.
She kept her friends close, their enemies closer and the truth tied tight behind her ribcage. All her life she seemed to walk the line between two worlds - legal and illegal, light and dark. One bad night came and everything changed.
There had been bullets and and she was pretty sure she was bleeding when she cast that first spell. Everything during the spell she remembers as clear as her own heartbeat and ever since then, the youngbloods in the gang were very careful of disturbing their big sis. See brujeria was a thing that everyone sort of did, but becoming a true bruja was something only the foolish chased after. So she learned everything she could until the night they tried to kill Los Muertos - then she traded everything that she was for everything she could be.
That had been a long time ago.
Her power had grown over the years, partly the potency of her blood and partly the potency of her deal as such a young age. For a long time, it would bleed off of her in waves, spiking with her emotions and setting anything that could sense magic on edge instantly.
But not anymore!
After some serious searching and cracking a private server of information, Sombra found the solution to her problems. She stopped swearing, stopped eating fast food and abstained from sex for a month, praying Hail Mary and bathing in the sea in the dead of night once a week. Once the time was right she lit candles and drew salt circles and sung to the spirits of her family and the brujas that had come before her. Then she slept like the dead for ten hours.
Today was day one after solving this ‘magic bleed’ problem she’d been having and she felt so much clearer. She’d only gotten a few weird looks from folks she knew were magic - the clerk with the super clear third eye, a dude from the library she assumed was a werewolf a while ago. So a trip to the good supermarket was in order as she tried to shake the feeling of an unfamiliar gaze.
you know it!
Genji pressed himself against a wall, having wandered for a bit of time now, trying to decide on the smells around here. It felt almost like home, yet better. Home was Order and Restriction, with kitsune-tsukai lurking around to assure his father of his containment. Home was watching your older brother break into two, twist and change. One half dying off into a pact with a oni. The other half running away, to leave the house hold burden on the younger one. Home was being brought before the council and forced into it's service.
Home was no more, when he was done with it. Burned and left to ash. What was left of the Shimada Clan was a handful of elders, a temple of smoke, and world news of the clan's fall.
And one angry oni looking to take it out on the last dragon. Dragons were rare, and rarer still were the long royal dragons like himself. He was literally in trouble no matter where he went. And yet here he was, taking a moment to relax. Sniffing out the smells of the area. A high concentration of magical beings were around here. In the OPEN no less.
He had wrapped himself in a long poncho, and hid his face and hair with a long brim hat, moving through this place going from one smell to another. After a few runs ins with others, that pancho turned to a black hoodie and that hat turned to a ball cap, making it easier to blend in with the youth here. He found too many things here. A wolf, he had smelled those before and did not like it. A creature he was unsure of, a man that smelled of salt and fire, another that came to him as sand and wood smoke. And then there was the one that caught his attention.
A woman, he decided, moving towards a market. He really should go the other way, but the smell she gave off was sweet. Appealing. He had a weakness for sweets, and for ladies. In that very Dragon and Princess way, sadly. He moved inside the market, and wandered between shelves, hands in his pockets, trying to follow her with out being noticed. To a common magic person, that magical bleed problem might seem to have gone away, but to something as old as he was, he understood what it was he was following. It pulled at his belly and made it growl as he stalked, trying to catch just a good sight of her.
Re: you know it!
For example: moving in circles makes it very easy to see when someone is tailing you. And hoo-boy, was this guy following her.
Carefully, very carefully, she let her magic reach - to see this new entity in her territory. Reading labels on cans and boxes, she tried to stifle the shudder that arose from using her power this way. Before, she would get dull pings but this...oh, this was something profound.
This stranger felt like wind and fresh air and freedom - nothing like the crowded heat of the city.
Interesting...
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Or he hoped he was not. He didn't want to kidnap children like he heard someone complaining about. He didn't kill anyone since he got here. He might have eaten a cow, but it wasn't going to last long anyhow, and it was lost out there on the edge of the city. A dragon had to eat.
He noticed the woman in a row, reading a can. He stood at the end of the isle at the back of the store, and carefully peeked around the corner of a shelf of Zucaritas! frosted flakes, ignoring the Tigre Toño yelling 'Grriquisimas' on the cover to stare at her. Was it her that smelled like this? He ducked away from being seen, the moment he thought she might turn to look.
She smelled delicious.
No. Wait. That is NOT the term he meant, he told himself.
Maybe it was being around all this food. The cow was days ago and he was hungry, after all.
No. No eating princesses.
He peeked around to try and watch her again.
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Okay, so it was sort of cute that he was trying but it also begged a question: things that felt as old as he did usually avoided people or didn't bother hiding. Why was he acting like some lovestruck kid?
When he poked his head back around, Sombra was leaned against the shelves, arms crossed and looking far too amused.
"Hey." she nearly purred, giving him a little finger-wiggling wave. "Nice weather, huh?"
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Like stalking someone who smelled like sweet and sugar and--the smell was stronger.
So as he turned to peek again, she was leaning right there, waiting. Waving at him. His golden eyes went wide, staring at her for a moment. And something behind him swept at the boxes of cereal at the lower shelf. His tail had popped out into existence when she surprised him. He grabbed at it, morphing it back in as he scrambled backwards.
[I, ah, no speak... is that English?] He rambled in Japanese, understanding it well enough, and he might even speak it but he was startled.
"I, uh, S-sorry." He said in bad english, giving her a deep bow and then... turning to run. Yep. That was well. That was SMOOTH. Since when was he a mess around people? He could manage it with anyone else. She just smelled so delicious that he panicked.
He's going to go mentally beat himself up now, if he can.
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And he was cute.
He stammered in Japanese, wondering if she'd been speaking in English, before bowing and bailing. Sombra tried and failed to stifle her laugh, as he booked it. On top of whatever he was, he was a tourist too!
She put her money on the counter with her things, dashing to try and follow this potent, mysterious and handsome stranger.
[Hey, stranger!] she called out the door, calling on rusty Japanese to try and get his attention. [Shy is cute, but I wanted to say hi.]
She paused a moment, looking around for any sign of him. He was a tourist, but old and possibly dangerous. After all, she had read about beings that hunted witches and feasted on their magic. For a split second, she envisioned golden eyes staring her down and the feeling of teeth on her skin. It shouldn't have made her smile as hard as it did.
Ah, well. Back into the store it was, then.
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He already had people wanting his head around here. And now he found someone who got him by surprise, and he just did a dumb and--
She spoke Japanese?
He heard her when she called out the door. He had ran out the door, hit the wall of the place just cattycorner of the market, and took a flying jump backwards to another building, leading him to be crouched at the top of the market for a moment.
He crouched down even lower, in the shadow of a sign, keeping hidden... and smacking both the heels of his hands into his forehead, mentally calling himself an idiot over and over. This was as bad as when he ran into that american werewolf in Japan. Fuck did he smell good. Good but not like this.
He laid down on his belly and let out a whimper, letting the heat of the roof and the heat of the sun behind him burn a bit into the soft human side of his flesh. [What are you doing?] He said to himself.
[So hungry...] He mumbled out loud on such a soft whine of a breath. And he intended to wait here until night, except for the fact that she was going to grab his attention again when she left.
And he was sadly stupid enough to follow. By roof hopping for most the way, maybe.
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Okay, it was partly that he was hot - but it was moreso that he was mysterious. And a ball of nerves. It was an alluring combination and she found herself wishing they could at least talk. The way home was mostly muscle memory at this point, so she tried reaching for that feeling he had with her magic - wind and summer and unrestrained freedom.
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And then the smell of her was strong again, on the wind, and he groaned, sniffing, and inching to the edge of the roof. And he told himself no, as he started to jump from roof to roof. Told himself no, as he snaked down a tree with hands and feet. Told himself no as he scaled another building, chasing after the smell of sweet and magic.
Told himself no as he realized she didn't go past the building he was on. No! He couldn't have lost her.
He tried looking down at the ground, but she was no longer on the street. He panicked for a moment. What if he did something dumb and she was about to catch him again? He took off to the roof of the building, hiding in a shadow and holding his chest again, willing his beating heart to slow down.
No. He was fine. He was safe. She smelled too sweet to be a danger. That was how that worked, wasn't it? The problems were always the ones that smelled fowl, like the Fox witches back home. He soon ducked around, down one side of the building, looking. Then to the back, looking over again. Where? Where did she go?
Like a cat looking for a lost mouse. He scurried over another side of the building, where he wouldn't bee so seen, and started to peek into windows. He told himself no. It wasn't worth it, and yet he was so curious. Did she live here? Was she going to trap him if he let himself get too close?
With ninja like skills, he moved silent, peeking into another window, hoping to catch movement or scent...
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At her home, safely warded, her magic intensified. The scent hung in the air, sweet and potent, but with something deeper, darker. The shift in intensity likely had to do with the fact that she'd changed from jeans and a t-shirt to a pair of old athletic shorts and an tank top.
For a bit she continued, scrolling through her phone at recipes as she chopped a few base ingredients. Ignoring the feeling that she was being watched again, she opened the kitchen window.
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Now he inched closer and brought himself to the edge of the window, sniffing silently and almost melting. Melting as he realized it was the right smell. His fingers dug into the stone wall he clung to, just so he didn't fall off.
He couldn't help himself. His tummy rumbled a moment and he found himself peek inside more, trying to see if she was still there at the window, or the kitchen at all. Peeking in to give a simple, but accented.
"H-hello?"
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The Next Morning
When he woke the next morning, it had actually been a few days. A few day of his sleeping in a nest of pillows and stolen blankets from the girls bed, curled up and knocked out. He didn't want to be tempted by her bed itself, and yet he didn't want to be far away either. Her scent helped clam him in a way. And her room would keep him out of the way in case she had someone come over.
He didn't mean to sleep for so long, but if she did check on him, he would one, be out like a light, and to, be mending. When he did wake it was with a huge yawn, his tail laying out behind him, not hidden like he had done before, and his horns in full view. Light scaling over his forehead and cheeks, down his front arms. He yawned and stretched, groaning a bit as he sat up on the floor.
His hands ran down his horns and he frowned. Those needed to be put away. Genji sniffed, trying to check where he was, as if he forgot, and where SHE was, because he couldn't forget her.
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Fortunately, Sombra's life remained uneventful after her guest's sudden arrival and she was able to keep the apartment quiet for the sake of Genji's recovery. This morning had been no different; she woke nearly with the sunrise and contented herself to reading and watching Genji sleep. His recovery was nothing short of miraculous and as he healed, he gained telltale signs of his true nature.
The scales appeared first, a pretty iridescent green along his browbone and cheeks. This morning the horns had returned to their full glory and if she were a gambler, she'd bet his tail was somewhere in the nest he'd made. She looked to him from her own nest on the bed, still wearing the hoodie that he'd shown up in and swimming in it a little considering their size difference.
"Hey," she greeted, her voice thick with sleep. "How are you feeling?"
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"Much better. How long was I out?" He asked and rested his horned head on the end of her bed, eyes almost sparkling as he watched her so intensely. He knew he needed to hide his true nature, but he figured the witch wouldn't care so much really.
His fingers dug a bit into the blanket, and his head tilted to the side, resting there. "It feels like it must have been days." He said slowly.
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She did the math to answer his question, biting her lip in thought. The gold of his eyes really was beautiful, especially in the morning light like this. Scratch that, he was beautiful.
"You were in and out. Today is day number three."
It was an honest answer, though she did respond to his slow tone with a similar one.
"I got a bunch of stuff for breakfast, if you're hungry?"
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He rolled up onto his knees, kneeling at the end of her bed, tail behind him, arms stretching out on the bed long and straight, just resting there a moment. He had lost his hat, his hoodie and shirt, though he still had his pants. He had gotten himself comfortable, really.
"I needed it." He said softly, his slow and steady, accented voice said. "You made me feel.... safe here. I was able to recover. For that I am grateful."
As for the offer of food? He actually chuckled faintly. "I will eat you out of house and home if you let me, but I do not wish to disturb you. You look... comfortable. My sweater suits you well."
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His gratitude only made her disposition brighter and she flashed a bright smile at him. As the local bruja, Sombra had gotten used to exchanges and deals, quid pro quo and the like. Helping someone for the sheer sake of helping felt nice, for a change.
“You make it easy to be nice. Besides, I invited you in - what kind of host would I be if I didn’t try to make you as comfortable as possible.”
Now that he genuinely seemed better, Sombra was having difficulty maintaining proper manners. Maybe he was feeling it too, with that pivot from food to his observation. Almost immediately her smile went a little lopsided. Of course he liked the look of her in something that was his.
“It’s no trouble. I figured you’d want something when you woke up.”
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"You didn't have to play host. You could have had me put out on my horn instantly, and I would not have fought you about it." He told her simply. He did inch a bit closer, fingers digging into the comforter on the bed, pulling himself up so his chest was on the bed, closer.
"I do want something, but perhaps it is not food." He said with almost a deep purr of sound from his throat. His hand reached out to take her wrist, pulling t her a bit as he seemed to have slithered up more onto her bed.
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Sombra gave a little shrug at his persistence, only half-acknowledging his point. She'd been curious about him and unwilling to let it pass without at least attempting to find out more.
"You looked like you needed a break."
For a moment, it looked as if she were going to say something else. Whatever it was, it wasn't important - not when Genji looked so good crawling up the bed like that. Again, she remembered the feeling of him close and she looked at him with heavy-lidded eyes.
"Maybe you should be brave and tell me what you want."
Her voice was low and honeyed as he moved closer.
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He was still moving, slinking almost. And as she said he should be brave he snorted, moving closer, crawling onto the bed in full now, and starting to nudge forward, over her. He leaned over her with both impressively strong arms, looking down to her almost like she was a snack. He smirked, a sharp smirk.
"Or I could just show you what I want." He said, hovering there, leaning down to almost kiss her but not quite yet. "But maybe you like words better..." It was a tease.
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She was still nearly purring, watching him greedily as he stalked up the bed. He was so pretty it made her ache, made her want to find his limit. Damn, he looked strong and with little opportunity to escape Sombra felt her own magic begin to surge.
His eyes were hungry and she met his look with one of her own, torn between wanting so badly to control him and wanting to feel his strength and his power. Something about him; his scent, his aura reacted to her own, the smell like sweet spice and rain to a better trained nose.
This man, this dragon hovered and Sombra fought the urge to arch to meet his mouth, licking her lips instead before smiling.
“I can run my mouth all day, Genji. How about you show me what you like?”
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He hovered over her, both strong arms holding himself up over her. Sure he'd been wounded the night before, and he was still recovering, but he had been fed and given time to relax. He was healing, and now he was hungry for more.
He leaned down, letting his nose sniff and nuzzle down her neck, taking in tht magical surge of power as if it fed him more. His lips pressing to her skin a moment later, in a soft kiss. He came to settle between her legs, leaning over her and kissing her neck. "But what if I like that mouth of yours?" He purred into her neck, moving lower down to what she wore, a finger curling into her shirt to pull it down a bit more, kissing lower.
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Sombra watched him and wondered; what could have hurt him so badly, how far had he wandered before he landed in her little town, and could she thank such a dangerous thing?
She supposed it was selfish to be grateful for Genji's bad luck, but the brush of his lips on her neck. Damn. It almost felt like a current, like the touch of his skin was all she needed to keep going. Eyes fluttering, she moved by instinct to accommodate him; raising her head to bare her throat to him, arching her back just right and opening her legs.
"Then keep doing what you're doing and you'll hear me as much you want..."
It was suddenly hot in this little nest of blankets and such, now that Genji was so interested in sharing it and Sombra found herself writhing slowly, both because of Genji's mouth and wanting relief. The world shrunk down to him, above her and below her; His energy still emanated from the hoodie and she still felt like she was drowning in it, even as she could feel the garment's fabric pooling under her.
Bracing with one arm, she reached up, hissing 'Yes' as she ran her fingers into his hair and arched to press herself against him solidly.
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