[They had been 'a thing' for some time- caught somewhere between 'lovers' and 'sex friends' and just trying to figure it all out- when it finally happened.
Ali didn't tell Concord a thing, because of course he didn't. He's never been one to share personal, intimate details. But for a week or so he got particularly needy, demanding Concord's presence every night and kicking him out by the first bells after sunrise. Something was going on, Ali has never been that demanding about sex, but the persnickety dragon never offered an explanation.
The week passed, and Ali got far less demanding. Extremely less demanding, actually, so much so that he'd refuse all physical attention for a few days. While Ali was normally pretty hot and cold, this was a huge jump even for him.
Which brings us to today. It's morning, just after breakfast, and Ali is out and about gathering information from the various job groups within the castle for the monthly distribution of funds. In the past this had been a task that he delegated to his assistants, but in recent months he had started going out and doing it himself. It's a change, but one for the better. Ali doesn't need to be cooped up in the treasury for years on end.
But today he isn't doing his work as diligently as he normally does. In fact, he's down by the castle's small bit of inner farmland that's used to feed the royal family. He's standing outside the chicken fence, watching the recently-hatched chicks explore the world while staying relatively close to their mothers. He's been there a good ten minutes by now, long enough for the farm staff to notice him and whisper to each other about it but not quite long enough for any of them to go over and ask what he needs.
While watching over the chicks and hens, There's a look of distant longing on Ali's face. He's also not paying attention to his surroundings at all and doesn't notice the farm staff fussing over how to address him.]
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Ali didn't tell Concord a thing, because of course he didn't. He's never been one to share personal, intimate details. But for a week or so he got particularly needy, demanding Concord's presence every night and kicking him out by the first bells after sunrise. Something was going on, Ali has never been that demanding about sex, but the persnickety dragon never offered an explanation.
The week passed, and Ali got far less demanding. Extremely less demanding, actually, so much so that he'd refuse all physical attention for a few days. While Ali was normally pretty hot and cold, this was a huge jump even for him.
Which brings us to today. It's morning, just after breakfast, and Ali is out and about gathering information from the various job groups within the castle for the monthly distribution of funds. In the past this had been a task that he delegated to his assistants, but in recent months he had started going out and doing it himself. It's a change, but one for the better. Ali doesn't need to be cooped up in the treasury for years on end.
But today he isn't doing his work as diligently as he normally does. In fact, he's down by the castle's small bit of inner farmland that's used to feed the royal family. He's standing outside the chicken fence, watching the recently-hatched chicks explore the world while staying relatively close to their mothers. He's been there a good ten minutes by now, long enough for the farm staff to notice him and whisper to each other about it but not quite long enough for any of them to go over and ask what he needs.
While watching over the chicks and hens, There's a look of distant longing on Ali's face. He's also not paying attention to his surroundings at all and doesn't notice the farm staff fussing over how to address him.]