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➳ Fury's eyes were like moths drawing to a flame, his grin stretching from ear to ear. Something was off... "You look like such a dork." Emerald chuckled at him. She paused for a second, thoughts silently pacing across in her mind. "Wait, I've never seen you smile that strongly ever since-" The dragon cut herself off, deciding not to finish for the best. "Are you fine?" Fury's thoughts seem to have scattered. He tightened his grin with a pained expression. "Heh, yeah. Another one just got away." "Another one?" "Another one." Emerald sighed, picking at the soil with her talons. Dry and fine, like dust. It reminded her of home. Emerald recoiled, gagging, memories of foul odors, death, and erratic screaming with hints of laughter invading her mind. She remembered silencing those screams with hints of laughter, being too afraid to look down, words escaping her when the dragons slowly turned into corpses. Feeling- "Do you wanna go on a walk?" Emerald jolted upward. "What? Oh, yeah. Sure." Emerald looked over her wing at Fury, as he limped over to her side. Guilt began pooling at the bottom of her stomach. It wasn't fair. Nothing was ever fair. Emerald brushed away the dust left on her horns, (how did it even get there?) and stumbled over to follow Fury. He was the only person she had left. What would she even do if he was gone? She was awakened rudely back to reality as her name was called out by Fury, now several feet in front of her. For a flicker of a moment, she could see a bit of the old Fury: a bit of the old Fangs, just like he was when they were dragonets. 'He's still there.' Emerald reminded herself, 'Just weaker.' "Well?" For a fleeting moment, she saw the same eyes that looked so strongly like moths drawing to a flame, and the same old grin he always wore that always stretched from ear to ear. He never left. Who was she kidding, they both knew that they were just pretending. Of course, that didn't stop a tiny part of her to leap with hope, and wish the game of make-pretend will never end. Maybe they could learn to move on from the strife and the grief, and the dust, and the blood and perhaps just be friends, or perhaps even something more... Emerald shook her head aggressively, trying to drown out her thoughts, cursing at herself silently. Of course not. Fury tapped his talon on the ground disapprovingly. "Well?" "Coming!" She forces herself to keep a smile on, just for him. ➳