That Which Lay Beneath

“Hello Afrael.”

“Hello Sir Dragon, Yeon.”

“Why so formal Afrael? Your lips forget what they have kissed,” said Yeon, smiling broadly.

“You were not in that form,” said Afrael. His cheeks took a slightly redder hue but his eyes remained fixed.

“Would you prefer this?” asked Yeon, shapeshifting into a tall middle aged half elf female. Her long blonde hair flowing down her back.

“Or perhaps this one,” he said, shapeshifting into the shape of a full elf, well muscled and young.

“Do not wear that form,” said Afrael, his voice tight. “Do me the courtesy of honoring my brother’s death.”

“Is the outward form so significant that it shrouds that which lays beneath?”

“Some things are best left buried. And yes.”

“Have you come to ask my aid with your war?”

“No. Something much less seemly. I’ve got a business proposition for you.”

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This was for a dVerse prompt: Write a piece of prose, up to or exactly 144 words, including the given line: “Lips forget what they have kissed.”

I decided to take it a different direction and use it in a fantasy setting with a shape shifting dragon and a former elf lover. I hope you enjoy!