into the sea, you and me
all these years, and no one heard
i love you, let's go

Seoul’s youth is a gift. While they wear heavy hearts and hang their heads as the year comes back around, more time spent doing what? Hiding? Wasting their lives? Seoul manages to blossom.They feel like sinners witnessing the beauty of a newborn saint, holy with her happiness and innocence, blind to the world like every promise in it tells her that it will be great with each breath, passing seconds, their chests tired from all the heartbreaks and thunderous words that cried volumes of emotion only to be wasted.
She gives them something to live for, whether she knows it or not. With her, there’s the temptation to push onward, to not waste her like they’ve so blindly done themselves. Sikeax thanks the Gods that she’s yet to figure out how to talk, but dreads the arrival of it. She’ll find out then, and then they’ll work to consume her, ushering her into the darkness with the promise of her greatness stripped.
“Seoul?” Happiness whittles its way into both of them as the little dragon replies with a harmonious chirp, eventually working it into a string of sounds that flutter around in their hearts. Hobgoblin sighs something that breathes comfort, winning a brief smile from Sikeax.
“Feel good.”
I know. She’s nice to have around.
It works well to warm the coldness out of him, still sulking at her arrival. His singularity feels spent, forced to indulge in everything that she’s got to give whether he wants to or not.
“Still no like.”
You’ll grow to love her, like you did me.
Eyes roll in their sockets at the reminder that he actually does, hard won at the end of a war that wasn’t worth it in the end. There’s always a possibility that it was, that it spared Hobgoblin the reality of Sikeax’s torment because surely he’d never end up the person he is now if it wasn’t. The shuffling of ruffled feathers bring them back to her, sitting atop the crest of Sikeax’s neck, hind talons firmly tied into the mare’s mane as she rises up to take a better view. Their slow gait makes for a gentle ride, mists rolling out of their nostrils and riding their breaths as their words come out.
“This” Her neck straightens out much to the disapproval of her companion, Hobgoblin snorting as he watches the child struggle to maintain her balance at the sudden movement.
“Never big.” An image of Vadir’s golden body comes into view in her head and brings forth a scowl, crying resonating as the hatred boils up and finds a new home to inhabit. Not a thought is spared at the emotion for him though, for hatred is his best friend and aggression his birth-giver.
Maybe that’s for the best.
“is where the world ends and begins.” Her voice is soft, nurturing as she looks out over the edge of the world. Pressure tightens as the child’s weight shifts, rising up to the occasion with head lifted as far as her long neck will let it go to look out over the land.
Nothing but trees and plains, the occasional body of water.
Then a look to the sky, expecting to find something else up there that wasn’t there before, regardless of how many times either of her companions have look.
A snort flies out that reminds her of Hobgoblin’s in particular, earning a laugh as the growths on the back of her skull rise up. “Stop that.” The sound of her voice assures him that he’s going to have to make up for it later, Sikeax’s head swinging down to meet his gaze with hard eyes and low ears, stubborn brows and a general look of ‘fuck you’ written all over the place. Sharp nails dig into her skin and is quick to replace it with an expression of discomfort.
I’m gonna kick your ass.
“K.”
More laughter and then Seoul is in on it, of course once her grip is reinstated. Hatred pours hot iron into her bloodstream. The urge to kick Hobgoblin makes a comeback, which only makes him laugh more, especially at the thought that he’s sure she doesn’t have the heart to do it.
Fuck off, Hobgoblin.
No response comes rolling and she feels for a few brief seconds that it’s for the better, running a sigh past her lips as her body slackens. Tension rolls off in waves.
Sometimes I think things would be better without you. It feels like a lie because it is one. She’s never been the type to have a good hold of her falsity and he knows it. How can he not at this point? All he can manage back is the most awkward of smiles, black lips rolled upwards to show a mess of small, evolution-proven teeth.
“Nevermind.” And then she’s gone, turning tails to leave him to take one last final look over the edge, Seoul finding her wings with her head turned around to watch him go, glued close to Sikeax as silence arrives like a storm. A question itches in the back of her throat with no particular way to express it, rolling scaled lips inward, a trait adopted from her companion.
“Come on.” The hardiness of her voice earns her the company of her dragon, shooting back to her company with breakneck speed driven by the fear of losing the closest thing she has to a mother now and loyalty.

OOC: Hobgoblin is his serval form.
Otherwise open thread to just burn off so muse that was eating at me, but tagging @Tilney and @Rexanna since they recently expressed interest in a sikeax thread <3