Chris's words take Alaric by surprise, but it's true. He was with Mac when the dragon Emerged for the first time. He was forced into that form by Rory in order to capture the Shadowwalker. But he has never changed for Chris, the one person who has seen him stripped bare in every other way.
"I'll meet you outside," Alaric says, yanking open the window in his room. He crouches on the sill, gives Chris time to make it downstairs and into the courtyard. When he hears Chris's heartbeat emerging from the dorm, he leaps into the air, shifting with a flap of his wings and landing as carefully as he can. There are shouts in the distance and he knows other students have spotted him, that there will be rumors flying. It can't be worse than when the bear came out during the first football game last fall.
All he cares about is how Chris approaches him slowly, reaching up, and how his heartbeat never rises. Steady. Solid and familiar.
Alaric lowers his snout, but Chris instead places his hand atop Alaric's front claw, brown skin against black scales. Alaric huffs a curl of smoke, and Chris grins.
"Still you," Chris murmurs, and Alaric huffs again.
Welcome to PHU, Alaric/Chris
"You know, I haven't seen your dragon form yet."
Chris's words take Alaric by surprise, but it's true. He was with Mac when the dragon Emerged for the first time. He was forced into that form by Rory in order to capture the Shadowwalker. But he has never changed for Chris, the one person who has seen him stripped bare in every other way.
"I'll meet you outside," Alaric says, yanking open the window in his room. He crouches on the sill, gives Chris time to make it downstairs and into the courtyard. When he hears Chris's heartbeat emerging from the dorm, he leaps into the air, shifting with a flap of his wings and landing as carefully as he can. There are shouts in the distance and he knows other students have spotted him, that there will be rumors flying. It can't be worse than when the bear came out during the first football game last fall.
All he cares about is how Chris approaches him slowly, reaching up, and how his heartbeat never rises. Steady. Solid and familiar.
Alaric lowers his snout, but Chris instead places his hand atop Alaric's front claw, brown skin against black scales. Alaric huffs a curl of smoke, and Chris grins.
"Still you," Chris murmurs, and Alaric huffs again.
Of course it's still him; who else would it be?