My little Dragon Queen
At any given time, whether Darla be wearing a decadent fur coat, or a silken tunic, or absolutely nothing at all, the necklace is always in its rightful place, loped around her slender neck like a proud sign of possession - and protection.
As metal that he had crafted himself, Percy is intimately familiar with the feel of it; he can track its presence for miles off, can feel it when it cools or when it warms up; can track the motions of the chain, whenever Darla moves.
And should he ever get the sense that Darla is in danger-
-Percy can morph it, in the blink of an eye, into a point sharp enough to tear right through the mortal who had been foolish enough to dare raise a hand against his bel
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