Reincarnated into a Snow Griffin-Chapter 91

Our lips barely touch, shy and hesitant at first but warm all the same, but it does not take long for him to put more pressure and start moving his lips, the wetness and texture of them brushing and moistening mine, taking my thoughts away and only leaving space for his burning touch, the exploring lips, hot against my cold skin, the hugging arm going around my waist and pulling me closer to him until my hands are against his chest, our breathes meddling together on the brief moments we could part.

And yet it was not suffocating, nor terrifying, it is exhilarating, it makes my heart pound inside my chest and warm up with a rare heat that works its way up on my frozen muscles as a warm bath would do to a battered body.

Is so exceptional that I felt that way, so at ease and content for once, that the sensation grew into an addicting one, and only then do I realize just how thirsty for comfort, for safety and care of other I am, on how I logged for this, for his embrace, deep inside.

I could stay there all day, in his warm embrace, but of course the bold rascal would not be content with this little and breaks the spell by having an exploring hand grope under my clothes at my back, and instead of keeping the flame alive his action brings a bucket of cold water down on my head.

So next I escape his embrace and hit him square on the head with my metal fan.

"Ouch, ouch! Beauty, calm down!" He says, and even if he tries to protect his head and pats it with a hurt expression that the smile playing on his lips betrays; his swollen hot lips; that is ever so present.

I close the fan with a clang, but still not satisfied and courting death Ethan continues:

"My beautiful King, no need to be so brutal, I just want to make sure you are very comfortable in your new chambers and- ouch ouch! Rude!" He says after I hit him a few more times, but next I open my blue fan to hide a smile of my own.

"Having fun aren’t we?" I ask him with a raised eyebrow with all this my king this and that as he seems to enjoy how the words roll out of his tongue, his expression confirming that as he gives me the cheapest dipped smile in return.

I roll my eyes at that, pocket my fan and change to my owl form, taking any others ideas he may have away from his face as I sit closer to the fireplace with my furry back to him, a clear dismissal move that only makes him chuckle as a snort at his reaction, but somehow glad and giddy for being able to stay in my true form in front of someone like this, in front of Ethan.

Is... comforting, like being able to be yourself without judgment to someone you care for.

Not that I would let him know that, his ego is already inflated up in the sky as is, not going to feed the flame of his little balloon more.

Not yet, at least, but I could always play around later.

I frown at line of thought, when did I get this friendly with Ethan?

I watch the flames burn for a while, staying close enough for the heat to work over my wet fur and wings, but enough not to bother and heat up my made for cold weather snowy constitution.

A drizzly rain outside ends our search for the day as I have no intention of flying in the rain, the visibility is terrible, and walking will be too inefficient for anything, so giving up on that I stretch my paws out, yawning with my beak, and lay on the floor, resting my chin over my leg.

I hear Ethan walking about moving things up and making a lot of noise but I do not give him the credit of a glance, drowsy by watching the dancing flames, that is until he sits right beside me close to the fireplace, crossing his legs and putting a bow with something on his lap.

He takes a knife out of one of his leather belts and with the flames reflecting in his eyes drags himself a little closer to me without changing positions, which does earn a ’what the fuck are you doing’ look from me as he drags his butt on the floor. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

He then shows me what he had in store, a pile of red beautiful clean apples that contrast well against his skin while matching his outfit.

He starts peeling one off and offers me the first slice.

"I can eat on my own you know."

"Oh, I know, but I want to give it to you." He insists, pushing the apple closer to my face and, well, I was hungry after all the flying and dodging in the air, it takes a lot of energy to keep one afloat, much more to do all that I have thus far, including carrying the rascal in front of me.

Well, thinking like that it seems fair that he takes care of me at the moment, being partially responsible for my tiredness, so I end up accepting the slice, enjoying the wet juice sweetness and not long after I see myself devouring the food offered, being careful not to hurt him as I take the slices off of his hands with my sharp beak.

"Well my King." I do not bother trying to stop myself from rolling my eyes every time he says that anymore, but getting a reaction out of me seems to feed his little play even more, but since I’m occupied eating I let him speak up. "Since you are not in the mood anymore how about we talk about business uhm? Did you find anything with that necklace?"

I munch the last piece up, truly surprised that I had forgotten the main subject of this mission and all of what happened in that misty city, so I tell Ethan what happened as a frown grows on his face with each following word.

"Uhm... that will be troublesome, that is the Ghost city and no one gets in and out that easily, I mean, in is actually pretty easy, you can just walk right in, but out... you understand me." Remembering the strange strong pull from before I do actually understand what he is saying, felt it in the flesh and all.

"Ghost city you say? The name is fitting." I say, having trouble cleaning my beak from the apple juice.

"Indeed it is but not because of its appearance only, but his residences as well. This is the part where the dead never dying belief comes in, and it ain’t pretty." That picks my interest, not only for the incommensurable amount of knowledge he is willing to share, but knowing how he seems to be familiar with this place so much.

Knowing that he has my full attention he gives a satisfied glance like holding the knife up in the air to make his point known.

"Very well then, I hope you are comfortable my King for there is much to explain about this place, and you have just started scratching the surface."