[He knew dragons were a thing in Wyver by now, yes, but why use their blood? It seemed like an odd choice to him.]
Is there some sort of special property to it? [He asks already knowing the answer -- he knows Reign wouldn't throw something random into one of his perfumes unless there was a purpose behind it, after all.]
[But it's strange. He can't quite place it, but there's something different about the air now. Something that has him leaning in closer with zero hesitation when Reign speaks in a loud whisper, eyes lingering on the way Reign bites at his lower lip.]
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[He knew dragons were a thing in Wyver by now, yes, but why use their blood? It seemed like an odd choice to him.]
Is there some sort of special property to it? [He asks already knowing the answer -- he knows Reign wouldn't throw something random into one of his perfumes unless there was a purpose behind it, after all.]
[But it's strange. He can't quite place it, but there's something different about the air now. Something that has him leaning in closer with zero hesitation when Reign speaks in a loud whisper, eyes lingering on the way Reign bites at his lower lip.]