The electricity against her skin hummed, producing a rather odd feeling within the necromancer. It felt like she would be struck with a powerful bolt any moment, and while it wasn't unpleasant, it didn't feel all that pleasant either. However, beneath the current of electricity, a coil of excitement tightened and rolled like a playful puppy. As the great dragon leaned in closer to her, Laurel could feel
the deep inhalation Alith took.
The female's breath hitched as Alith began to sniff her face with a gentleness that Laurel thought wasn't possible from the beautiful specimen. The inquisitiveness of the archangel almost caused the female to lose an eye, but Laurel couldn't help the light, airy laugh that escaped her during that moment. Did she smell particularly good, like a delectable morsel? Or something else?
The archangel was about to pull back, but the black-scaled face brushed against her own. For a fleeting moment, it felt like there was pure warmth
against her skin, and Laurel relished in the feeling. Then an explosion of fire-works rocketed across her mind, dancing across with bright blue electric sparks. The crack
of an egg in her brain blasted through her ears, and it was like she was the only one that could hear it.
Then memories, memories of dragons
filled her. The immense power of the memories caused the stimuli in her brain to stutter, then send Laurel to the ground. Alongside Alith, Laurel's limbs twitched. Her fingers clawed at the skin on her arms, with scores of deep scratches beginning to reopen. Was this Alith's
life she was reliving? Laurel felt immensely overwhelmed by the powerful surge, and by the time the dragon's most recent memories hit her, Laurel was shivering and sweating on the ground. Her chest was rising up and down heavily, quickly, and her breath was coming in swift, deep pants.
For a few moments, she let herself recover. As she placed her hands against the ground, as if to rise, a vicious burning sensation etched itself right below her left eye. Alith! Was Alith okay? Frantically, Laurel glanced up and met the eye-less face of the archangel's head. It felt- it felt.. as if they were more than friends. A much closer friend, like something that felt like family. Laurel didn't realize tears were pouring out of her eyes until water droplets heavily hit the clenched fists on her lap. The feeling of family
hit her again, washing against her with such a welcoming warmth that she let out a hiccuping sob of pure joy
Reaching out with her right hand, Laurel placed it over the dragon's forehead as if to reassure herself that this was actually real
. Because this couldn't be real
, could it? However, the blinding smile of pure happiness
ensured that this was real, because the dragon's black scales were leathery, warm, and utterly satisfying against her own cool skin. "Y-you- you bonded with me."
Laurel rasped out, the joyful tears still streaming down her face."W-we're family, now, okay? Y-you're all I've g-got, now that I kn-know you."@Alith