On the first day in Max’s home, I felt for the first time in my life a coldness that I couldn’t warm away. Not that the weather was cold, but that Max remained shut off from me. I couldn’t put a finger on it, exactly, but there was something there that made me curious about why he acted so coldly towards me, despite his request.
He spent the day in the other room, making my bed, he had said. The only other time he came out was to eat and to go to the bathroom. Neither time did he try to speak with me, and any time I tried to speak with him, he would shut me out and tell me to watch TV. Then, night came and he told me to sleep.
It felt like I had taken one step forward and ten steps back. There was no progress to be made here, and I needed to figure out what I needed to do to get him to accept this battle. Perhaps cooking him breakfast hadn’t been enough?
Starting tomorrow, I would find other ways to make Max open up to me. There had to be something he liked or enjoyed that I could offer him. I loathed sharing my hoard with him, but I could easily bring him anything he wanted. He must surely like something other than the magical TV screen.
I allowed myself to sleep the night away, though not needing to sleep, and as soon as the first light hit the room, I was up and ready to study the courtship of human friendship.
Everything in Max’s home told a story, and each item gave me some more insight into the things he liked. He had many books, though most of them looked to be on old myths and legends, others were on flower types and how-to books on growing flowers.
There was a small flower pot by one window, but there was nothing in them, as far as I could see. I poked at the soil and easily knew it was far too dry for anything to grow. I might have been the caretaker of death, but even I knew how to keep plants alive.
With my powers, I checked the state of any bulbs or seeds within the pot, and found the only thing in there were a few dead insects and soil, little else remained of any plants that I would have expected to see. With a small shrug, I figured I could start here. It was as good a place as any to start working up that friendship Max had wanted.
Putting all my focus on this task, I removed the dead things, burning them into a crisp to avoid wastage, then I brought forth some bulbs from the underworld. Planting them into the pot, I then used my powers to bring forth some water from outside, and used it to give life to the soil and bulbs. Within moments, and thanks to my powers, the pot was soon alive with several fire-red and yellow Chrysanthemum flowers.
Admiring my work, I nodded. Max would have to appreciate this.
“What are you doing?” Max’s voice came out in a tired, groggy sound. Perhaps my actions had woken him up?
Turning around, I motioned to my handy work and said, “I saw you liked flowers, so I grew you some. Whatever you had tried to grow was as dead as the souls I look after back home.”
Max looked at me for a moment, then at the Chrysanthemums. He blinked slowly, then shook his head and walked back into his room, closing it behind him without a single word. Had I been wrong about his like of flowers? Or was it because they were a symbol of lost loved ones? Was it the colours? Would he have preferred cooler tones?
Frustrated with his reaction, I march over to his room and, before I realise what it is I am doing; I bang on his door. “Stop avoiding me, Max! You can’t stay there all day!”
“G-Go away!”
I look up in annoyance. He is so stubborn. “You were the one who wished for me to stay!” I reminded him, then with a bit of force, I pushed the door open, only to find he was leaning against it. However, he is no match for my strength and I easily barge in.
“W-what do you think you’re doing!?” Max demands of me. His face is bright red. Is he angry at me?
I hesitate for only a second before I ask, “if I was wrong about the flowers, I can kill them?”
“N-no! Don’t kill them!” He hisses at me, then barges past me to get to the flowers.
I don’t understand this man at all. Does he or does he not like them? I follow behind him, watching him as he protects them from me. I don’t even have to touch them for them to die, but for some reason, he thinks he can keep me from doing so.
Scratching my head in bewilderment, I say, “I will not kill them if you like them. Your reaction, however, is the opposite of liking something.”
Max’s face burns red again, and he looks away from me. Is he acting shy now? I just don’t follow this man at all. “I like them,” he whispers, unable to look at me.
“Then they can stay?” I offer, confused. I move closer to him, my head tilting to the side curiously. “You should thank me for creating them for you, not ignore my attempts and walk away as if you are mad.”
For some reason, my words fluster Max despite me believing they would anger him. He fidgets his fingers together and lowers his voice into a quiet mumble.
“I did not understand a word of that,” I replied to him, which is true. However, he just mumbles again, this time even quieter. I’ve never known someone to act so strangely. Is he thankful? Or is he annoyed with me? I can’t quite tell, as with each word, he lowers his face so that I can’t see it clearly anymore.
After a few moments of this, I give up trying to get him to thank me correctly. I’ll only annoy him if I keep trying to get him to speak up. Instead, I try to get his attention so I can see for myself what kind of face he is making. I use my hands to lift his head to meet my gaze, but he avoids eye contact.
Despite his stubbornness, I can at least tell he is thankful for the flowers, though how he is acting is bewildering to me. I’ve met no one who acts like this in my whole life. Perhaps this is an ice-dragon quirk? I know human souls never act this way, but then again, souls do not exactly behave like any living person.
“Well, if you like them, I can make more,” I offer, lowering my hands again and looking back at the pot. There’s no more room in that one, but that doesn’t mean I can’t summon more with my powers.
Max shakes his head at me and perks up as he says, “just them are fine. I do not have a green thumb, despite wishing I had. They will only die if you give me too many.”
“Such is life. Things live and die all the time,” I respond with a small shrug. “Though I can easily tend to them for the year.”
“It’s fine,” Max insists, and I nod, relenting to his wishes to not have any more flowers. “I have work to go to in a couple of hours,” he then tells me. “You can’t come, but if you want to go out of the house, I can give you the spare key.”
I tilt my head to the side and shrug. “Work? Ah, are you a farmer or…” I trial off when Max laughs. “What is so funny?” I ask.
“You’re so stuck in the past that it’s actually kind of silly,” he teases me, moving closer and placing his hand on my chest. The coolness of his fingers causes me to shiver. “Farmers still exist, but not everyone is one. I work in the history museum, only part-time for now, but it’s enjoyable.”
I nod slowly. I at least know what a museum is, and if it holds history, then I can assume it has a lot of old things in there too. What I am not so fond of is letting Max out of my sight. Hafgan’s spirit could be anywhere. Though I should be able to sense him, so maybe Max will be fine?
Carrying this man home isn’t as easy as I expected it would be. He keeps touching my face, distracting me every time I even so much as attempt to shift back into my dragon form, but walking back would be impossible. I finally manage to change my form, but even flying back doesn’t come easy as Max shows signs of being ill from the speed and height. By the time I got back to his place, an hour had come and gone. He was still drunk, but he was slowly dozing off, so with luck, he would go to bed and everything would be fine. At least, that was what I had hoped would happen. Truth is stranger than fiction, though, as Max wrapped his arms around my neck, clinging to me as he complained inaudibly while I tried to get him into his bedroom. “Max, go to sleep now. I cannot understand a word you are saying,” I tell him as I let him cling to me. “You’ve had too much to drink.” Another mumble is all I get back from Max. I sigh and once more lift him into my arms.
I want so badly to follow Max to his ‘work’, but there would be no hiding who I really am from him. He would see my true form through any illusions I cast, and my human form is only the one, so it isn’t as though I could pretend to be a whole different human. I watch what direction he heads off towards and when he is out of sight, I keep watch of his aura.I’m sure he will be fine. There is no sign of Hafgan anywhere around this city but beyond it? I can’t tell. My sight doesn’t reach everywhere, so I just have to make sure nothing enters the city and we will be fine. At least, I hope so.In truth, I am not even sure Hafgan will give off an aura. I assume he will, much like any other dragon, but being dead changes things. Dragons do not die naturally. They only die in combat, usually against knights, but sometimes against one another. I have never seen a dragon’s soul before.The thought that Hafgan could sneak past me a
With the burning question in my mind, I go over the situation I have found myself in. Either I go back on my word since the promise made between us had been unclear and agreed upon under the wrong assumption on my part, or I continue to uphold it. It wasn’t Max’s fault I misunderstood, so I can’t be angry at anyone but myself. Yet I’m not angry at all. I should be. He is born of my enemy but wants to be with me sexually. If he hadn’t been born in this timeline, I would have assumed he was mocking me, but that’s not what this is. This feels more genuine. Even if he thought I would flee upon his wish. After a moment, I lean in closer to Max. “Do you still wish to continue the bond?” I question him. With how red his face becomes, I have my answer. “Then I shall not go back on my word, Max,” I replied to him. “For the year, I am yours.” With those words, I place my lips against his, and at first; he stiffens at my touch. This must be an unfamiliar experience for
It has been almost a week now and any time I try to arouse Max; he stops me from going any further than a mere kiss. He easily melts into those kisses, but beyond that? Nothing. I’m feeling a little sexually frustrated at being teased like this. However, I will never force him. This is his first time. Of course, he would be nervous about it. Right? At least, that is what I keep trying to tell myself. I sigh and wait for him to come home from work. I still dislike him leaving me here when he could be at risk, but so far, nothing out of the ordinary has happened. As soon as I hear the familiar click of him unlocking the door, I rise to my feet and rush to the door to greet him. “Welcome home,” I say, wondering if he wants me to do this at all. I’m not sure how to be a boyfriend. Dragons rarely date like this. It’s all lust and desire with us, so these expectations are new to me. Max offers me a brief smile, hiding his joy at my greeting badly. “I’m home,” he mu
As the movie draws to a close, I glance at Max. He seems to be enthralled by the whole thing, even though he has someone even more amazing right next to him. He is a complete wonder to me. How can someone want to date me, but not do anything with me?My staring catches his attention, and he narrows his gaze at me. “What?” He asks, somewhat standoffish.“I was just admiring your face,” I tease. I’m not about to let him know what is on my mind or else he might complain about my one-track mind.Max’s face flushes as he turns to look back at the ending credits of the movie. “You’re nothing like those dragons,” he then mumbles.My grin grows. “Is that an insult or a compliment?” I ask playfully. “Of course, I am not like those dragons. I’m real, they’re imagined,” I tell him, leaning in closer to Max. At first, he leans back, trying to avoid me, but soon enough, his back
The moment I am no longer laying on top of Max, he suddenly becomes overly conscious of his lack of a top. He rests his hands on his chest, trying to hide it from me. It’s a little strange, but perhaps he has a lack of confidence? Is that why he keeps stopping me?If this is the reason, then I might encourage him to realise he has nothing to be shy about. With this in mind, I lean over and use one hand to lower his, while my other hand cups his cheek. He looks at me in surprise but doesn’t prevent me from doing so.“Max, you don’t have to hide your body from me. Whatever reason you think you have, trust me when I say this; you are sexy. Just because you wished for this doesn’t mean my actions are only because of what I originally came here to do,” I tell him. My words kept soft so he might know how genuine I am being.The way he blushes tells me I might have hit the mark on my guess. I’m not lying, exactly. I do still wa
A few days have passed now, and I am still nowhere near figuring Max out. He has avoided any attempt I have made to get close, and no matter how much I try to talk to him about his avoiding me, he just tells me it is nothing and to stop worrying about it.How can I not worry!? He says he wants to date me, but he doesn’t want to do anything more than a kiss, and even then he gives me the cold shoulder soon after. For a God, I am wondering if I am just not adequate enough for mortals? Do they have such high standards now that I am not good enough for them?All this self-inflicted torture has me going in circles in my mind and after a brief scolding by Max for once more thinking ‘only of sex’, I can’t help but get annoyed with him.“Do you even want to be my lover, Max!?” I ask him bluntly. I’m already regretting this argument of mine, but if we don’t talk this out, I am going to have blueballs for the entire year!
Finally, getting out of the house and not just shopping has me excited about what I might do or find out here. It has been too long since I have had time to just spend time to myself and although I have lived for so long, it doesn't mean I have spent any of that time pretending to be human.As soon as the two of us had gotten into more casual clothes that Max found agreeable, we were finally outside and he took me to some bars that were close to his apartment.“Be on your best behaviour!” Max warned me for the tenth time. “No magic, transformations, nothing strange!”“I know! I know,” I respond, holding up my hands innocently. “Nothing I will do will be something humans themselves cannot do. I swear on my pride as a dragon!”With a sigh, Max gives up lecturing me and instead says, “no being jealous of my friends either. You absolutely must be kind to them.”“I’ll be kind,&rdquo