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Your name is Amy, a regular gal that lives in the city. It is 1931, and after some years living in the highly populated city, you decided it was time to get a change of pace and move somewhere more quiet, more peaceful. Through word of mouth, you heard of a place called the Inkwell Isles. It's just off the coast, maybe 29 miles. It sounds like a great venture, so you pack up your things, wave goodbye to your past neighbors, and move forward with your new life in a new land.
Then you realize a bit of an issue: you packed up plenty of things to take with you, but you have to take a ferry to get to Inkwell. You can only take so many things at one time, with the boat being small and unbalanced. So you had to make a decision on what to leave behind and what to take along to your new home. You only brought some clothing, a few small packages of food for the trip, and the books which you would always read.
After deciding what to take and not to, you put your stuff on the ferry, and gave the ferryman 2 silver coins.
"Step right on, with your belongings too." You stepped on, then the man driving the boat stepped on. You really hadn't noticed until the ferry started moving, but the person you gave the coins to- isn't even a person at all: he's a clock! You've never seen such a sight in all your life. You really thought that it was a hallucination or you were tired and saw something you didn't: but upon your arrival to the Inkwell isles, you knew something wasn't right either.
To start off with, upon your arrival, you see a turtle sitting on the edge of the pier, looking into the water. You thought it was harmless enough- until you heard him say something!
You really didn't even hear exactly what he said because you weren't ready for this turtle to speak words like a human being- it caught you so much off guard you hardly noticed that there was some parade going on in the streets ahead. It was probably what that turtle was talking about- so you went over with all your things in hand to see the commotion. What you saw next was practically indescribable.
You saw, 2 little cups, with a head, body, and legs, walking around the streets with a whole ensemble behind them. They were coming out of the casino, and you saw everything else following behind them. There was a radio- a living radio- playing music out of himself, and a phonograph also playing music, they seemed pretty mad at each-other for some reason. You really couldn't wrap your head around all this: you were so used to city life and a person being, like, people: not inanimate everyday objects! Then you saw a giant honeybee that had a human face, a rat that was riding around in a tin can, and even a flower walking around on its roots! You really didn't even know what to think or how to feel about all of this happening at the current moment. Then, out of the blue, you heard an old, elderly voice come from the side of you. It was a talking kettle, and had an aged, wise look to him.
"Well hey there, I assume you're new here and wondering what the hay is going on around here!" The kettle said with a smile on his face.
"Sheesh, you could say that again. I thought the Inkwell Isles would be a nice place to live, not a crazy town full of flowers that walk and animals that talk!" Elder kettle put his hand on your shoulder, and giggled very softly.
"Heh, guess you're not used to any of this where you're from, eh?" He tipped his old, slightly cracked reading glasses at you and smiled warmly at you.
"I think someone like you will get used to it. It's really not so bad, everyone here is very nice; save for a select few hooligans, like that head of dice and the devilish guy. I think you'll like it here, plenty of places to live 'round here too!" The kettle realized he never gave you his name, so he politely held out his hand to you.
"Name's elder kettle! Those two little cups that they're throwing this big parade for, are my sons. I'm sure you'll find a place to live fast and soon, miss-?" He closed one of his eyes and gave you a curious gaze, implying that he wanted to get your name.
"Amy! That is my name, thanks for the welcome and reassurance Mr Kettle." He patted your back gently, and pointed to a place that looked like a good place to crash for now. You could tell this parade would go on for awhile, and you wanted to get some rest after all the craziness. Before you entered what appeared to be a hotel, you saw a great, big dragon fly right above your head. The dragon, surprisingly, did not alarm you at all. After all those weird people and, things, walking around, a dragon flying right above you was not abnormal. What did alarm you, was that he seemed to circle your position. He was whirling around you, looking at you directly. You scurried inside, realizing that you just went inside a mausoleum and not an inviting hotel. But you didn't care much about that, you were happy to be safe. Now that you think about it though, that dragon didn't seem really scary, just the sight of it circling around you put you in a panic. You had a thought that, the dragon you saw could hold a conversation like that old kettle.
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Within the Inkwell isles, resides a most fearsome, ferocious dragon: at least, that is what everyone seems to think about him. Grim Matchstick, the supposed 'scary monster,' is nothing but a shy, loving dragon that only wants to be a part of things. However, his scary appearance and intimidating presence makes it hard for others to see things the way they really are. Though, who can blame them, when you see a giant, fearsome dragon flying through the sky, breathing fire and smoke from his nostrils.
You happen to move in the day of the cup-headed brothers saving the denizens of Inkwell from the grips of the devil: so you met everyone in high spirits and good company. There was a particularly big party established in honor of Cuphead and Mugman's victory the day after which, of course, you were invited to by the kind and wise elder kettle. Cuphead and mugman always love meeting new people, considering how few people live in Inkwell.
Arriving at the festive occasion, which was set up in the carnival on Isle 2, you get yourself comfortable by taking some complimentary refreshments and taking a seat across the big ferris wheel. You could see it go around in slow circles, watching as couples and single people got on at the bottom and slowly ascended to the top. While you were distracted by it, Mugman sat next to you. You didn't see him at first, so when you stopped gazing at the ferris wheel, he caught you by surpirse.
"Whoah! Didn't see ya there, who are you?" You said unexpectedly.
"Oh! You must be the one who just moved in, you must not know anyone here really huh? Well I'm Mugman!" He stuck his hand out for you to shake, so you grabbed it and gave it a nice up-and-down movement before releasing.
"Welcome to Inkwell! Me and my brother, Cuphead: got everyone out of their debt with the devil, so they're throwing this big party for us. To be Frank, my brother Cuphead did most of the work and obtained most of the contracts: I was just there to help when he needed a second player to help when it was gettin' hard on his own."
You had visable confusion in your eyes after he said that last part. You decided not to question him about it though, since you probably wouldn't understand the context. You were just amazed this guy and his brother saved people who's souls were indebted to the devil; and even lived to tell the tale. Mugman waved goodbye to you as he got up to speak to his brother.
You gazed your eyes around the circus, looking at all the happy eyes and warm emotions stirring in the air. You could see the denizens of Inkwell grabbing cotton candy, Carmel corn, and playing carnival games to their hearts content. You saw many residents whom you did not recognize, though their popularity was obviously very high. Baroness von Bon-Bon and Djimmi were popular among those living in Inkwell. You could see a dragon flying in the distance above, with a fairly large bird flying with him. The one running the show and party, Beppi the clown, spotted you sitting by yourself, and hopped over to where you were.
You did not particularly like clowns, though he didn't seem to mean harm: in fact, he seemed to be a professional at what he does, whatever that means.
"Welcome to the party, Amy! Here's a little gift to get you started here in Inkwell." Beppi said, as he pulled out a big tote bag, full of gifts and carnival fare food, with your name written on a sticky note, which was very scribbly. You found that weird, considering that the only people you have told your name to is that kind elder kettle and his son Mugman.
"Say, how do you know my name; did that kettle tell you about me?" You said with slight curiosity.
"Ohhh I can't take credit for this! I'm just passing this along for a gooood friend of mine, not that old kettle though!" He said this with a very large grin, and bounced backwards in the same direction he came from. Beguiled, you peek into the bag. It has a bag of Carmel corn, cotton candy, little cookies shaped like clouds, and a small note with scribbles on it, and was not very legible. It read: 'from someone who wants to welcome you to Inkwell! I hope you enjoy your stay, Amy.' You could see that orginally, the writer had written 'Am-e' but crossed that out and replaced it with the correct spelling. There were hearts crudely drawn on the back and front of the paper.
Now, you were both curious and confused: not only did you not know who just approached you with candy and goodies, but now you apperently had someone who wanted to give you a warm welcome to inkwell. You had suspicion that it was Mugman, one of the sons of Elder Kettle. Logically, it would be him, since it was the only one whom you knew, and the only person in Inkwell who knew your name.
After some time of watching people stroll along the boardwalk near the pier, their arms over the edge with their couples and everyone arm-in-arm. You could see the giant flower, Cagney Carnation, holding hands with that ball of slime Goopy la Grande. Seeing everyone with their partners made you feel warm in your heart, though you did feel lonely. After all, it would be nice to talk with someone as the sun went down, and to gaze at the stars with. To go pick seashells, and go on adventures in dark, scary places, where your partner would rescue you: hold you close into their chest and promise that they will keep you safe no matter the danger. You were very obviously daydreaming, as once again, someone sat next to you: which caused you to panic a little when your daydream ended. It was cuphead, Mugman's brother.
"Hiya! You're the new gal, aren't ya? You probably know who I am, since they threw the whole occasion just for me and my brother Mugsy. I saw ya, and had to get your name. Old elder kettle told us about ya, how ya just moved in and all." Cuphead said with a smile on his face.
"Oh, yeah it's Amy. I am surprised you don't know who I am, considering that your brother might be into me." When you said this, Cuphead looked at you blankly, unbeknownst to what you are talking about. You pulled out the sticky note from the tote bag, and showed him.
"The only people who know my name is you, Mugman, and elder kettle- also maybe that creepy clown since he obviously knew to give this to me. I assume it's not you, and most definitely not your elder kettle or that clown. I really hope not." You shivered after you said that last part. Though cuphead was still visibly confused.
"I hate to break it to ya Amy, but my brother didn't write that! Heck, even my brother could write better than that and he didn't even finish writing class." Cuphead put his hands on his hips after he stood up.
"Besides, my brother has the hots for that mermaid we fought, Cala Maria. Sorry to say, but it ain't me either." He Inspected the note further, gazing at it for a little and putting his finger on his chin, pondering about who could have written the note for you. You were still looking around, seeing the grand Baroness von Bon-Bon fighting with Beppi the clown, and their partners Rumor Honeybottoms and Djimmi, supporting them from behind. The fighting of the two sugar-lovers kept you entertained while Cuphead was being the detective, and attempting to figure out the scribe of the note.
After some time, which seemed like a few hours but was really only half of one: Cuphead cracked the code. He called you over, since you got distracted and started cheering the Baroness on.
"Amy! I got it all figured out, I toootally know who done it!" He brought it closer to your face, so that you could see up close what he was talking about.
"See the way this writing is? It's toootally not from someone who knows how to write legibly, and I would know who does and who does not, since I had to fight nearly all the big shots in Inkwell! I can tell you, there is only one person that writes like this. Though, to be specific, it's not a 'person' we are talking about here."
You had a very bewildered look in your eyes, because there was not a single person that is actually a- well, person, besides that scientist with his robot and the lady with her husband. Everyone seemed to be a physical, living manifestation of regular objects. You saw telephone handles walking around, a guy with a big apple for a head, someone who was just a canteen walking around: not to mention the flower and a ball of slime holding hands. Also, that fight between the candy-princess and the clown was not normal; they were attacking one another like it was a cartoon or video game.
"I'm not surprised about that, considering how few 'people' seem to live in Inkwell anyway. But who exactly are you talking about?"
Just as you said that, you felt a very powerful gust of wind whoosh right above you. Everyone looked above, and started to run in opposite directions. They were all screaming 'dragon! The dragon is here!' In mere moments, the carnival ground that were crowded with people looking at the fight and gazing unto the water with their partners, were desolate. Only you and Cuphead stood in your place at the dragon circled above you, fire and smoke emitting from it's snout.
"Oh, speak of the devil! Well not really the devil, but, you know how I said it's not a person? Well, that is sooorta what I meant, the one that gave you the gift bag, is a fire breathing dragon!"
You were almost not even listening to cuphead as you had your focus entirely on the dragon. You saw him circling above you, his snout breathing smoke, then fire. You thought he had a fierce, intimidating look on his face: but on closer inspection, he actually seemed worried about something. The dragon almost looked sad, lonely.
You almost could not believe what you just heard, that Cuphead figured out that- this dragon whom you have never met before- apperently wanted to give you an extra warm welcome. You honestly did not know what to think, other than the fact that, you thought it was really sweet. You didnt want someone to be creepy, but you thought this to be such a kind, gentle gesture. Suddenly, Cuphead waved his arms up at Grim.
"Heya silly Grim! Why don't you come down and meet her?"
The dragon swooped his wings, and dove down into the heart of the carnival, landing on his feet. The dragon then slipped as he was landing, making a bit of a crash upon impact. He put his hand on the top.of his head and shook it, looking at you and Cuphead with very apperent embarrassment.
"Sheeeesh Grim, what's up with that landing?" Cuphead said with his hands on his hips.
"S-s-sorry about that! I guess I d-d-didn't look where I was g-going.."
The dragon held his head down for a moment, disappointed in his own ability to fly. He perked his head up to look at Cuphead, then he quickly realized who was there also: you. He didn't know that Cuphead was talking about the girl whom just arrived to the inkwell isles. His cheeks were flushed with color, and he tried his best not to show the embarrassment he felt about the crash landing. He didn't want to make a bad impression: especially to you. Every single citizen of Inkwell, besides a select few, were terrified of Grim because of the bad first impression he gave. Cuphead decided to step in, to break the ice between you and the dragon.
"Aaaamy, meet Grim Matchstick! He's a swell fella, don't let those sharp claws, fierce teeth, intimidating presence uhm, well- intimidate ya! He's a nice guy. Aaaand I don't know anything about Amy, but that's not my job!" Cuphead was obviously joking and playing fun, though Grim did not approve of the way he was doing it. He felt like Cuphead was just pronouncing all the things people hate about him and the reasons why everyone runs away when they see him. Grim felt really terrible about it, though you could obviously see right through Cuphead's facade: you knew better, and could see that there was more to Grim than meets the eye. She very shyly waved at you, trying his best to look you in the eye though his gaze averts away every second or so.
"S-s-so you're Amy?" Grim asked you, whilst sitting down in a more comfortable position than his post-crash.
"I am Amy, and I know you are Grim Matchstick. I really gotta ask-" you pulled out the note from the tote bag, and showed it to him, along with the bag. Cuphead used this opportunity to slip away, seeing as his job was done and did not want Elder kettle, or his brother, to worry about him.
"Is this from you, Grim?" The dragon had worry in his eyes, and was darting his eyes around just a little bit, not looking you in the eyes.
"I-I-it is from me, I saw you were n-new to Inkwell and I wanted to give you a w-w-warm welcome, I'm so s-sorry I had Beppi give it to you. I-I-I figured if you saw me, you'd scream and run a-away.."
Halfway through talking, Grim cowered and covered his face with his hand, afraid of what you would think or say. Grim was truly frightful that you would think he is creepy, or a freak of nature, or some other comment a person said about him.
"Hey, hey Grim I'm not going anywhere. I'm not afraid of you, you don't have to be scared that I'm gonna run away. Heck, I would have prefered if you gave it to me yourself: that clown gave me a bigger scare than you did."
"W-w-wow, really? You aren't scared of me? E-everyone is afraid of me, I'm so happy you a-aren't!"
You were really confused at all of this. Well, less confused: more unbeknownst to the fact as to why most people in Inkwell would be afraid of Grim if he isn't a threat and he doesn't try to scare people. You literally saw a talking clock which took you on the ferry to Inkwell, and as soon as you got off, a tortoise started yammering about pacifism. Those two things alone were enough to scare you to the bone and freak you out for awhile. You could see the intimidation part, as your heart sank the first time you saw him flying in the sky with smoke starting to fill the sky. But, after just a few moments with him, it was clear as day that Grim was a lovely, sweet dragon. All he wanted to do was be kind to someone who wont be so fearful of his presence.
It was starting to get late, as the sun waved hello to the moon, and you could start seeing the stars in the sky. They were bright, somehow so much brighter here than back in the city where you came from. Every star was exemplified and highlighted, like they shone so much more, and you could see more of them. You were someone who liked to stay up late, not preffering to go to sleep early and many others did. You thought, why not use this opportunity to help Grim feel more comfortable with himself? You could tell Grim felt awkward, yet wanted to be in your presence.
"Hey Grim, why don't you and I spend some time together? It looks really nice out- and hey, why don't you show me around Inkwell? You must know this place better than I do."
"S-s-show you around the Isles? I, I would love to Amy!"
Grim was very nervous, he did not expect things to go this well. At best, he thought you would simply not be in trepidation: he didn't think you would actually ask him to go somewhere along with you, let alone actually spending time together. He didn't know how to respond really because, the matter of the fact is, nobody really asks to be with him. Wally Warbles goes along with Grim because he always asks the bird to be with him: Grim oftentimes had doubts if anyone really wanted to be around him. People who met Grim almost always have one of three reactions: fight, flight, or fright. Amy is, truly, the first person not to do either of these 3 upon meeting him. While it is true that Cuphead and Mugman only fought the dragon for his contract and not on the basis of appearance. You are truly the first one to bring that sense of compassion to the dragon.
"So, where are we headed off to?"
"Oh! I-I-I will show you around the 3rd Isle, then we c-can look around the 2nd, and if w-w-we have time, I'll show you Isle 1 as well!"
It didn't hit you until just now, but Grim was, surprisingly not ginormous for a fully sized dragon: in fact, he really had a cute smile. He grinned at little things people would say then try not to smile when he is talking, self concious of the fact that his teeth are sharp and pointy, adding an extra layer of embarrassment to himself: but you thought it was the cutest thing. He truly had beautiful eyes, Grim had a gaze that was so strangely alluring. Looking further, you could see that his eyes are expansive, you could see the stars reflecting off his eyes, and even deeper within was a enormous spectrum of colors and sparkles.
Grim readied his wings for flight, then looked back at you in realization that- you are unable to fly. You did not have enough faith that you wouldn't slip off his back if you climbed on, so you decided against it. Grim cringed a little bit as he knew how silly it was to assume you could fly, though it was only natural as one of his only friends is a bird.
"I think we're gonna have to walk this, Grim."
"O-o-of course! Silly of me to think y-you could fly.."
You thought his forgetfulness was actually really adorable, seeing the dragon with his eyes closed itching the back of his neck in realization of what he said was silly. You and Grim started walking along together, staying close to each-other as the night was not very well-lit in the less populated part of the isle. You both passed by the bird's nest, Wally was sleeping soundly with the ticking of a cookoo clock being heard outside his domain. Grim thought it would be a engaging if you both took the long way around the waterfall: it was a secret path that cuphead and mugman figured out. The path was twisty, and you had to hug the wall of the mountain in order to squeeze past some treacherous ground. But it was safe, for the most part; except for the ledge that almost gave when you stepped on it, but other than that, you came out unscathed and with the knowledge that Inkwell is scattered with hidden passages and secret pathways. At the end, it spat them out close to the waterfall. You patted the dust off yourself from hugging the mountain wall.
"A-A-Amy! Were you okay back there?! Y-y-you almost fell!" Grim was incredibly worried as was evident by the tone of his voice, and how he was looking you over to assure you didn't actually get hurt either.
"Aye, it's all good Grim! I'm sure I would have been fine." There was little worry in your voice, but you thought it was really sweet that Grim cared about your well-being, wanting you to be safe. You really couldn't remember the last time someone made you feel safe, but it was the most kind gesture that the dragon wanted to assure your safety. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot a tall, medieval tower next to the mountain. Your eyes widen in surprise and excitement.
"Woooow! What a big place- that would be such a neat place to live, huh Grim?" The dragon had a funny little grin on his face as he was looking you in the eye afterwards.
"Actually, I-I-I know who lives there, Amy." You turned your body towards him in interest, wanting to know how he discovered the whereabouts of the castle and it's inhabitants.
"Ya gotta tell me!" He very shyly pointed to himself, and was blushing just slightly from self-embarassment.
"M-m-me.." it did not come as a surprise to you, that a dragon would be living in a castle, but you honestly did not expect it to be his own hovel. After all, he didn't say whether or not they were approaching his house, but the information is actually pretty neat. You went on your way, walking past the big domain and silently admiring it. Then you thought, 'must be lonely in that big tower, all by himself. Would be so nice to give him company in his home.'
You walked along, passing into the die house of isle 2 to isle 3. This was the city, a place you are all too familiar with: though not this city. You first passed by the mausoleum, followed by the immediate, and incredibly strong smell, of honey. There were quite a few characters around, though none of them awake. Grim pointed out Rumor's beehive, Warner's workshop, Brineybeard's shipyard, Cala Maria's cave, Dr. Khal's junkyard, and the auditorium where Sally stageplay goes to perform. There was also the phantom express, with the blind spector and the whole gang with him: but Grim did not go that far. He went up to the auditorium, then froze in fear: like his feet were glued to the floor.
"Grim? What's that over there, with the train tracks and the big casino sign? There's not actually a place where people gamble with dice on this island, right?"
Grim was frozen with fear and anxiety. He remembers what happened last time: when he went to the casino and lost his soul in a ridiculous bet with the devil. Just the thought of that evil place, the idea of King Dice and that dastardly devil tricking him into taking the bet: it sent shivers and goosebumps down his entire neck and body. He could not give a proper response, as he was too deep in his own thoughts about what had happened. Tears began to form in his eyes, but he did his best not to shed them.
"D-D-Don't go over there, into that cave, okay A-Amy? It's d-d-dangerous, so, very dangerous.."
You nodded your head in agreement. Though, you never saw someone with such a deep, indented look of fear and worry. It was like it was beginning to burn unto his face, and it started to affect the way he was behaving. Grim started to act nervous, starting to jump at every little sound. When you were approaching the die house back to isle 2, there was a noise inside the house: it was a mouse burrowing through a trashcan for remains of food. Grim jumped highly, so much so that his head hit the ceiling and he was rubbing his head from getting bumped.
"Sheesh Grim, that devil guy really got you worked up huh?"
The mention of his name sent shivers down his spine. Grim whinces a little, and did not respond to the question: Amy did know the answer, since his fear was incredibly prevalent. Grim froze up again, this time in a much more paralyzed state; Grim did not move an inch. You knew you had to do something, to get Grim to snap out of it.
You took his hand into yours, and walked him out of the die house. Despite his incredibly heavy weight, it was very easy to pull him out and to drag him along with you. After a few minutes, Grim came-to, and looked around in realization that he 'blacked out' due to anxiety. Grim started to profusely apologize.
"Amy! A-A-Amy I'm so sorry, you m-m-mentioned his name and it made m-me flashback to the time I w-was in the casino and I-I-I made a stupid deal with that h-head of dice and, and-"
Grim was incredibly upset for mentioning the deplorable situation that he put himself into. His head was heavy and full of thoughts about his own self deprecation. You could see this coming a mile away: it was obvious that the casino triggered something that happened to Grim. Although the events were before your time in Inkwell, that isn't going to stop you from helping the dragon in his moment of need.
"Grim, hey Grim, can you hear me?" Upon hearing your voice, he immediately perks up, and the look of worry and anxiety faded in an instant as he looked into your eyes. He didn't say anything as he just nodded, no longer frowning unhappily.
"Say Grim, you want to cool off in your castle? It really looks like you could use some time to relax, and forget about that nasty stuff that happened." When you said that, Grim's upset look transformed into a look of relief.
"You-you don't think of me as a b-b-bad dragon, right Amy?" His claws were held together, his eyes giant and puppy-like. You smiled, just realizing that- you never actually let go of Grim's hand: you were holding it this whole time you were standing outside the die house.
"I think you are the sweetest dragon I've ever met to be honest Grim. I mean, you are the only dragon I've ever spoken to. I look forward to bonding with you. Now, let's go inside to your place."
Grim's look was incredibly indescribable: his eyes were soft, and warm. The look of the dragon was so, inviting: it was the polar opposite of the look he had when you first met him. You could see in his eyes, that he thought well of you, and that he adored your presence. He wanted you to come into his home too: like you were a fully welcome guest that he adored to have over. The more you thought about it, the more you adored the idea of being in the dragon's tower. He led the way, and opened the door for you to enter first. You actually started to smile, a lot. There was also a not-so-obvious bit of red in your cheeks from blushing. You waltz in first, with Grim following behind and closing the door.
You gazed around the room, looking at all the little things and details around his room. You saw little bits of machinery, screws and nails, and pieces of radio that have been taken apart. You didn't take Grim as someone who liked to tinker or work on things, but here was plain as day the evidence to support it. You also saw little works of art on the wall, which matched the handwriting you saw in the little note. You also saw what appeared to be poems, or little bits of writing on pieces of paper. You were not able to go up close, as Grim showed you up the stairs, flying up and opening the door to the bedrooms for you to enter first.
The room was very grandiose, the furniture very spread out, and a single bed in the middle of the room. It was actually unexpected, as the rest of the tower seemed to be less clean, but this room was extraordinarily tidy. The bed had to be bigger than any bed you have ever seen in your entire life: more than twice the size of a king. It was big enough for Grim to lay down in, which is surprising. It was already a shock to you that this bed could fit in the seemingly small tower. You were honestly wondering what would happen next because, you came here to let Grim relax his mind, but looking at the single bed in the room, you got little goosebumps along your back.
Grim went and put down his head at the edge of the bed, laying down and closing his eyes to relax. You went and sat next to Grim as he was laying down comfortably. The expression on his face was so adorable: he looked like a sweet kitty that wanted to be pet and cared for. You could tell that Grim is someone who needs, and needed comfort. In this big tower up here: it must be very lonesome. You were very happy, and glad, you could be that person for Grim. There was a part of you that really hopes, that Grim felt the same way you do. You have always longed for a partner, for someone who you can depend upon and go to in your time of distress and need; you also wanted to do the same thing for that partner. You wanted to support each-other, be there for him, and have him be there for you.
You got lost in him: his face, his snout, the little scales all over his body, his tummy, his tail. You move your hand along his face, feeling the texture of the scales that were on his cheek. You really couldn't help yourself, you pet his cheek with your thumb as you gazed at him. It seems like he was sound asleep, his snout breathing softly and his eyes closed in relaxation. You had You went closer to him, to gaze deeper into the little details. Then he opened his eyes, and your heart sank to the bottom of the Mariana trench. You were so embarrassed seeing his eyes open, with your hand in his face whilst you were petting his cheek. You had no words, no expression that could properly describe how you felt in this moment- then Grim spoke.
"A-A-Amy- that feels so wonderful on my cheek, I love the sensation of that-" Grim giggled, and closed his eyes. His reaction was completely unexpected from you, but it was not unwelcome. Your chest no longer thumped from fear of the dragon kicking you out, but from the fact that Grim let you be this close to him, and to do this. You once again felt your hands along his face, running your fingertips very slowly and gently on his scales. You felt it's unique, irregular yet smooth texture. It made you shiver a little bit, just the fact that you were doing this right now. Inches away from him, you were thumbing a dragon's cheek, caressing his face in your hand. You almost couldn't believe yourself thinking this, but it's everything you could have ever wanted.
Here with Grim; being with him was the most calm you have ever been in all your days. Everything in the city you knew has always been hustle-bustle, very little break from things. You were so used to being in that environment, you never stopped to think that, maybe, this was the kind of life you wanted to live. A quiet, slow-paced kind of living. You caught yourself thinking this and thought it was crazy, you just met this dragon tonight, you hardly knew anything about him. And yet- looking deep into his face, at the peaceful, serene expression on Grim- you wouldn't want anything more than to stay with Grim, more than just a few nights. You wanted to stay with him as long as he would have you with him. Then, he opened his eyes at you, catching the undefinable look in your eyes.
You were looking at him full of love and admiration, looking at all the little details and adoring every one of them. No one had ever looked at Grim with that kind of soft, loving expression that you had painted on your face. He felt so, wanted in this moment; Grim felt appreciated and cared about so very greatly from you. His gaze was so soft, you could feel right through it.
"A-Amy... you're not going t-to leave tonight, right?" He asked in a very quiet voice, though you could tell by the tone, he very greatly wanted you to stay with him.
"I'm not going anywhere, I'm staying with you, Grim."
You just now noticed the beauty and grandeur of his eyes, how gorgeous and colorful they were. It was like they sparked and shined like stars.
You felt a little brazen about the way things were going, as you could see his gaze soften up even more. You rubbed your hand along the back of his neck, and kissed both his cheeks. Steam whistled out of his nose like a teapot ready to burst! His cheeks started to blush, incredibly deeply: he was so red you though for a moment he would burst out a fireball from his mouth.
You leaned close again, and smooched his adorable snout. There were practically little cartoon hearts streaming out of his eyes and face, adoring every physical contact. It comforted him so greatly, when you rubbed your hands along his face and kissed him. It made his heart soar to the sky, even higher than he has ever flown before.
Grim made the next move, as he put his arm around you to get you closer to him, and closed the distance to kiss your soft lips very gently. Now it was your turn to blush, as your cheeks turned just as rosy red as his. His sudden kiss was very unexpected- but not unwelcome. You relaxed in the bed: laying down with the dragon. You leaned into him a little bit as you wrapped your arms around his body. You felt Grim's voice box vibrate just a little as he yawned for some moments. He layed his head in your lap, ams started to envelop his body around you for warmth and comfort. Even though his eyes were sleepy and full of tiredness, his gaze did not diminish in love and how allured he was to you.
He adored every feature about you just as much as you loved every little bit of him. He loved your body, the shape of it, the scent that emanated from you, your drop-dead gorgeous eyes that have such deep color, the way your hair is worn, even down to the shape of your eyebrows, and the curve of your face, the length of your arms, the particular way you dress: it made it all you, and Grim was very much interested in you. He wanted to know all about you, learn about the things you like, know the kinds of foods you prefer and smells you don't like and- anything that has to do with you.
"Hey, Amy, w-w-why don't you tell me about yourself? I'd love for you t-t-to tell me all about, t-the things that make y-y-you happy and the things you dont llke s-so much."
You relaxed yourself, and started to talk about your interests, the things you like, and particular stuff you dislike, and basically any little stuff about yourself that Grim would like to know. You talked for awhile, and when you looked back up at Grim, you were met with a most attentive, loving gaze. He listened to every word you said, and would always remember it too: though you would always remind him of anything you do and don't like.
"Y-y-you're the most interesting gal in the world~." Grim was practically swooning over you, keeping his body wrapped snuggly around yours. He leaned in slowly again, and gave you another gentle kiss. The expression on his face matched that of yours: of great fondness and affection.
You could barely believe that this was all happening right now, that you were having such deep feelings for Grim, and that he had the same loving emotion as yourself. You were feeling so peaceful, so calm and comfortable. You were not used to feeling this way, feeling so cozy and safe with someone. It felt like a big crazy dream, but you really hoped that this was all reality and that you really were snuggling close to this great, big, lovey dragon. You closed your eyes, and let your body become lovingly enveloped by Grim. His warmth and cuddles put you to sleep very swiftly, closing your eyes and letting yourself drift to sleep. Grim made little purring noises, as you both started to dream at the same time.