He stayed where he was for now, watching. Watching so carefully. The magic in this place felt nice. It felt.. better. He felt so low on energy.
"You aren't running away, but I don't smell fear from you either." He pointed out, in a curious tone.
"It is okay if you are scared. Everyone is, when they know what I am. Monster, they say. They think I killed people when I got here. They blame me for things I didn't do. It is okay if you are scared. I wouldn't blame you, but I have not done anything to harm a human. So... please don't be scared." he said slowly, catching each word in thought before letting it flow.
Sombra laughed at his statement, hard enough to make her shoulders shake a little. He might have been old, but he didn't know the way they did things around here - which meant that he was even less prepared for how she did things.
"I never said I was scared, now did I?" she asked looking over her shoulder at him.
He spoke to placate her, to assuage non-existent terror, and all Sombra did was listen. It was a little heartbreaking to hear someone so clearly special sound so lonely. He felt as free as the wind, but maybe it was all that running he was doing.
Sombra snapped once, mostly to get his attention - curious to see if it would agitate him. Bad idea, antagonizing a dragon, but she'd made a life of bad ideas with very smart execution. Clearly, there was no reason to stop now.
"What? Would that be easier for you?" she began, stirring the pan once more before turning off the pan and moving it off the cooling burner. "If I were scared?"
Facing him again, she tilted her head at him, half-sincere in thoughtfulness.
"You want me to shiver because I can feel how you watch me? Should I be scared because you're hungry and can't figure out if you want to eat me or fuck me?"
She shrugs, smirking a little. Clearly not offended at the idea of either being the truth, she continued.
"I was born and raised in this city, with all of our own breed of magic. Being afraid of you is like being afraid of my neighbors. So what you're a dragon? You still got a heart and brain like the rest of us. And anything that thinks, I can handle."
She looked him over again, the look in her eyes going hungry at the edges. He really was handsome, even if he was a little weird.
"I think if you were gonna kill me you would have. So I'm gonna try and enjoy my evening. You wanna try and enjoy yours?"
Old yes, but so very, very sheltered. Years and years and so very any long decades of being kept in a cell, under a place, served concubines and given things to 'appease' his hunger. Times where they literally tried to put him to sleep for long periods, because he was a 'danger'.
Because he wasn't the eldest.
She never said she was scared, no, but there was still a weird desire, or need for her to not be. Then again, the sound of his being lonely? That was so far accurate he couldn't even explain it. He was so used to being mostly alone that finding a human that wasn't scared o him and didn't want to lock him up or kill him? Well, he didnt want to scare her away.
Also, she smelled so good. Why s care THAT away? But then she snapped at him and spoke firmly about herself and him and he just... golden eyes went large, brows shooting up high.
For a moment he literally felt dressed down and put into his place, and he wasn't sure why. And as she comment about him not knowing if he wanted to eat of fuck her, he did growl. Eyes narrowed at that, a low rumble in his throat, but he said nothing.
The rest made the growl tame though, and he was standing, trying to collect himself again. The tail coiling up behind him again and hiding. Fangy tooth biting at his lip again, he let out another small growl, staring at her.
"I wanted to kill you."
He said instead, his hands curling and uncurling at his sides a moment, nose sniffing again. Meat and Witch smells now. He let out a huff. "But I am not like that anymore. And you would... be wasted in my belly." He admitted, hand pressing to his side again to keep pressure there so he could feel it a bit. Using it to keep himself calm in a weird way.
"The food... almost smells as good as you." There was a very fast moment that he licked his lips, but it was hard to tell if his tongue was normal or... longer than normal. "I... want to... enjoy your evening as well." he admitted.
Poor Genji seemed to need a moment, so she glanced to the cooling pan on the stove. It was supposed to last for the week, but having such a powerful guest, she had no problem letting him have the bulk of it. Especially if it would help him recover from whatever he'd been dealing with. He was soft and sweet but a little too gentle for her.
She'd been ready to feed him and let him be, but then she pulled another growl from him - all proper base and Sombra was sure he could hear her heart speed up. Being an adrenaline junkie was a strange thing sometimes.
A normal person would have never spoken so boldly to a dragon and even most supers and mythics would be leery. The growl should have been chastisement, enough of a warning to draw an apology but Sombra did not seemed phased by much of anything.
She met his pretty gold eyes again and smirked slightly at his admission. The statement brings images of a rough union to her mind, even as he backpedals on the admission and for a moment she wonders how deep his claws would sink if he lost control while he took her.
"Go sit, Genji. We can have dinner, you can relax." Her tone was mild, as she indicated the little sofa in the living room before she flashed him a smile, bright and predatory.
"And then we can talk about how bad you want to sink your teeth into me."
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"You aren't running away, but I don't smell fear from you either." He pointed out, in a curious tone.
"It is okay if you are scared. Everyone is, when they know what I am. Monster, they say. They think I killed people when I got here. They blame me for things I didn't do. It is okay if you are scared. I wouldn't blame you, but I have not done anything to harm a human. So... please don't be scared." he said slowly, catching each word in thought before letting it flow.
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"I never said I was scared, now did I?" she asked looking over her shoulder at him.
He spoke to placate her, to assuage non-existent terror, and all Sombra did was listen. It was a little heartbreaking to hear someone so clearly special sound so lonely. He felt as free as the wind, but maybe it was all that running he was doing.
Sombra snapped once, mostly to get his attention - curious to see if it would agitate him. Bad idea, antagonizing a dragon, but she'd made a life of bad ideas with very smart execution. Clearly, there was no reason to stop now.
"What? Would that be easier for you?" she began, stirring the pan once more before turning off the pan and moving it off the cooling burner. "If I were scared?"
Facing him again, she tilted her head at him, half-sincere in thoughtfulness.
"You want me to shiver because I can feel how you watch me? Should I be scared because you're hungry and can't figure out if you want to eat me or fuck me?"
She shrugs, smirking a little. Clearly not offended at the idea of either being the truth, she continued.
"I was born and raised in this city, with all of our own breed of magic. Being afraid of you is like being afraid of my neighbors. So what you're a dragon? You still got a heart and brain like the rest of us. And anything that thinks, I can handle."
She looked him over again, the look in her eyes going hungry at the edges. He really was handsome, even if he was a little weird.
"I think if you were gonna kill me you would have. So I'm gonna try and enjoy my evening. You wanna try and enjoy yours?"
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Because he wasn't the eldest.
She never said she was scared, no, but there was still a weird desire, or need for her to not be. Then again, the sound of his being lonely? That was so far accurate he couldn't even explain it. He was so used to being mostly alone that finding a human that wasn't scared o him and didn't want to lock him up or kill him? Well, he didnt want to scare her away.
Also, she smelled so good. Why s care THAT away? But then she snapped at him and spoke firmly about herself and him and he just... golden eyes went large, brows shooting up high.
For a moment he literally felt dressed down and put into his place, and he wasn't sure why. And as she comment about him not knowing if he wanted to eat of fuck her, he did growl. Eyes narrowed at that, a low rumble in his throat, but he said nothing.
The rest made the growl tame though, and he was standing, trying to collect himself again. The tail coiling up behind him again and hiding. Fangy tooth biting at his lip again, he let out another small growl, staring at her.
"I wanted to kill you."
He said instead, his hands curling and uncurling at his sides a moment, nose sniffing again. Meat and Witch smells now. He let out a huff. "But I am not like that anymore. And you would... be wasted in my belly." He admitted, hand pressing to his side again to keep pressure there so he could feel it a bit. Using it to keep himself calm in a weird way.
"The food... almost smells as good as you." There was a very fast moment that he licked his lips, but it was hard to tell if his tongue was normal or... longer than normal. "I... want to... enjoy your evening as well." he admitted.
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She'd been ready to feed him and let him be, but then she pulled another growl from him - all proper base and Sombra was sure he could hear her heart speed up. Being an adrenaline junkie was a strange thing sometimes.
A normal person would have never spoken so boldly to a dragon and even most supers and mythics would be leery. The growl should have been chastisement, enough of a warning to draw an apology but Sombra did not seemed phased by much of anything.
She met his pretty gold eyes again and smirked slightly at his admission. The statement brings images of a rough union to her mind, even as he backpedals on the admission and for a moment she wonders how deep his claws would sink if he lost control while he took her.
"Go sit, Genji. We can have dinner, you can relax."
Her tone was mild, as she indicated the little sofa in the living room before she flashed him a smile, bright and predatory.
"And then we can talk about how bad you want to sink your teeth into me."