smartass_captain

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It will be an hour at least before Jim can come back, his husband once more at his arm. This time, the captain’s footsteps are more sure. His posture more confident. Nor does he stop so far away. It won’t feel like much of a conversation if he has to shout up to be heard properly with every word. It’ll be much closer than Felix is probably comfortable with--and the conjurer must put his foot down when his husband tries to climb up to sit down atop the roof any closer to the dragon.
Friendly or not, getting within snapping distance of those jaws is just tempting fate, beloved.

“We’ve returned, Paarthurnax. If it’s still alright to sit and talk a while..?” He sounds so hopeful, eager excitement written onto his face. Oh, he’ll still startle when that hot breath ruffles his hair as his puny human instincts wage war, desperate to be heard. But Jim’s not gotten where he is now by listening to reason constantly. Sometimes, it pays to take risks. He’s hoping now is one of them.