[He misses the sea. White capped waves rolling against rocks only partially dulled by the constant flow, the smell of salt, the scream of gulls. Grey and blue and black on all sides, deep green slashing through the fog like an open wound.
But the sea is far away. The lake will have to do, and at least it's better than the pool or the too-small bathtub he'd first found himself in.
Iggy lets his fingers, unevenly webbed, pick through Armand's hair. He turns unblinking, pale gold eyes to him.]
Do you promise?
[He glances down to watch Armand's hand stroke up over his stomach. Iggy's scales fade from flesh colour to a brilliant pinkish red, his tail a soft and lovely green. It is beautiful, he thinks.
Iggy ducks his head to nuzzle Armand's neck. He stays to one side so that Armand's body can be shared. He is, he senses, the strongest of them and it would be wrong to monopolise that strength even if he wants to.]
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But the sea is far away. The lake will have to do, and at least it's better than the pool or the too-small bathtub he'd first found himself in.
Iggy lets his fingers, unevenly webbed, pick through Armand's hair. He turns unblinking, pale gold eyes to him.]
Do you promise?
[He glances down to watch Armand's hand stroke up over his stomach. Iggy's scales fade from flesh colour to a brilliant pinkish red, his tail a soft and lovely green. It is beautiful, he thinks.
Iggy ducks his head to nuzzle Armand's neck. He stays to one side so that Armand's body can be shared. He is, he senses, the strongest of them and it would be wrong to monopolise that strength even if he wants to.]