Homicide of the matrimonial variety [Salone]

Salone just gave Sean an incredulous look before saying, “But it’s me…”

Why her of all people? She knew for a fact Sean had no fondness or attachment to her. So, forgive Salone if she looked a little perplexed by his sudden change of heart. It might have been Yam… but she wasn’t quite sure. Carefully she waded out of the water and joined Sean on the beach, the white sand sticking to her feet.

“Um, no idea. Hanna needs something to chew on as a dragon. She’s teething still and that can last quite a while. Or it could make good target practice. Either way, it will be demolished.”

Standing rooted to the spot, she was very confused.

“Why are you doing this?” Salone asked again, arching an eyebrow and chewing on her lip. It was evident his last answer to the question had not satisfied her understanding. “Last time we… talked… you where very intent on killing me or the idea of it anyway. Not to mention…” Her voice trailed off as she stared at Sean very hard. He had adopted some Jake-ish features, expression, skin color, and sea smell as well. It was a little unnerving. If Salone had wanted to, she could imagine he was Jake… a much shorter version of Jake but The Dragon King nonetheless.

“What’s changed? And what Idea of demolish did you have?”

Exhaling, Salone shook her head. “I’m pretty sure you would have if you had gotten the chance. Despite the fragile state I was in.”

Sean brought up the scar, turning slightly so she could see the thin silver line down his tanned skin. The look of amusement flashed across her face before it clouded over again at Sean bringing up that which remained unsaid.

“It’s not important.” She stated after a few seconds. “What’s done is done and it cannot be undone.”

Moving away to find her towel and clothes, Salone no longer paid any attention to Sean. Which could possibly be a mistake as the author of this post thinks Sean loves attention.

Ah HAH! The author of this post was correct in assuming that Sean loved attention. This only seemed to amuse Salone, seeing Sean frolic after her like some lost puppy in need of a belly rub. His weird eyes seemed to be begging for the broken in half surfboard.

“You’re welcome to it,” Salone answered before picking her jeans and t-shirt up and out of the sand. Pulling them on over her swim suit; the fabric hid the strange silvery swirl like scars on her back. “What do you have in mind?” She asked, pulling her damp hair out of her shirt.

“Show off,” Salone muttered, stifling an eye roll. Indeed, Sean was a little like a puppy, vying for Salone’s attention. She wasn’t quite sure in why, however.

It was weird, this whole situation smelled weird. Salone hooked her thumbs through her belt loops and arched an eyebrow.

“I don’t believe all dragons breathe fire,” She finally said, watching the smoke rise up and vanish into the blue sky. Salone was again rubbing her medallion between forefinger and thumb.

’Yeah, some shoot lighting from their mouths and stuff like that. I like fire, its all hot and stuff.” Sean noted blowing the smoke from his mouth and crossing his hands behind his back, balancing on his heel.”Somethin wrong, you’re touching that medallion of your quite a bit.” Sean asked simply taking a few steps forward, not really even thinking at that point. To say that he was a puppy vying for attention however was a rather accurate statement, considering that he was for the most part.]

“Fire is much handier than lightning,” Salone answered, her memory flicking back to Vullthran. He had been one of the old dragons, capable of conducting electricity and turning into very powerful creatures. The old dragon lord had tried to kill her and Yam. But he only succeeded into getting himself killed, a little ironic. But then again it had been Salone’s knife that had taken it, easily slipping between the ribs and into the lungs. It was ironic that Jake had died the same way… but by another’s blade.

“What?” Salone jumped, Sean was suddenly at her elbow. Only then did she realize that she was much taller than him. “Something wrong? No. “

Dropping the medallion from her fingers, Salone explained. “I do that if I am thinking, frustrated, or I am just in need of a little comfort… that sounds really stupid to say out loud but its true. In this case it happened to be a little of the thinking and frustration. He… he is so close… but yet I can’t contact him, I can feel him here… I just…”

Salone broke off, realizing how stupid she must sound to Sean. “Never mind…”
Why was she telling him this anyway? Salone didn't know.

All of a sudden, Salone was being kissed by a Sean. Several things happened at once, Salone kissed him back because that was a reaction left over from high school. But that only lasted for a few seconds before she pulled back, gaping at him.

“What was that for?”

Her brown eyes where glowing amber again. The second thing that happened was the medallion burned once more against her skin. The third and most startling thing was Salone could feel the other end of the medallion connection, a thin layer was Sean but ultimately it was Jake. But Sean mostly blocked out her connection with him. But she could hear Sean’s thoughts. Salone suppressed a shudder; she did not want to see inside that man’s head.
However, “You’re engaged? AND YOU KISSED ME?!”
Uh oh. Someone let the dragoness out.

Fuming slightly, Salone crossed her arms and watched Sean wipe his mouth on the back of his hand. Ok… that was a little rude. Salone knew for a fact that she was not a bad kisser. She had quite a bit of practice from her teen years… which was not something she tried to brag about.

“It’s your body!” She exclaimed, half tempted to throw her arms in the air to show her frustration. “Generally if you own the body you tend to have more control over it. Rule of life and possession. Never you mind how I know.”

Growling in draconic to herself, Salone kneaded her forehead before learning Sean’s fiancée’s name. Zell… well then. She had kissed a gay guy, which was a first.
“Just… Don’t do it again.”