Dragon dances

The Sea of Flames was the quietest place in the universe. Now. Returning time after time to that damned day when the storm broke free, he feels like his lungs are burning with fire. Consciousness slips through his fingers, revealing to the world what Mortefi is attempting to conceal as deeply as possible. Shamefully lowering his eyes to the ground, he wants to fall beneath it, to the very core. As all-consuming and deadly as he is himself. No one will see him here, no one will hear. This location has not yet been monitored. An all-seeing eye that guided his every move was focused on the rest of the world, but not here. “Subject under supervision.” They are afraid of him. Afraid of things he can do and things he can not control. “He’s so calm,” they laugh at him, and Mortefi knows he has no choice but to remain silent even if everything inside his soul will be screaming. But he is always on the limit. He walks along the edge of the blade, imagining that one day he will reach the hilt of the sword. But there was no hilt, and it never existed at all. He lived a life with no choice but to fall or continue to walking. Even if he is damned to turn his legs into a bloody mess at the end. “I was looking for you,” a voice breaks through the veil of pain and fear. Feels like a dream; a memory, chilling the soul, calming the nerves. Jiyan. They are so different, complete opposites. Mortefi is so afraid that he will burn him to the ground when the general continues to reach out to him with his long fingers. And every time they touch each other, a nasty ringing is heard in their ears, then the whole world freezes in deathly silence. To be reborn in the dragon dance. The wind only fans the fire and directs it. Jiyan never tried to restrain Mortefi. That's why he's so afraid that one day he will make the same mistake and lose his general forever. The Sea of Flames was the quietest place in the universe. Almost ten minutes, no more. Mortefi breaks into a scream, clenching his fists until they bleed. He screams, but the only thing he hears back is a dragon's roar, so wild and terrifying. Alien yet so natural. And then the cold wind picks up what is left of his bandages and carries it away, along with the ash from the robe that has settled on his red scales. The heat of his body is too strong, Mortefi knows this and frantically takes a step forward so as not to hurt Him. But Jiyan still touches him, denying the heat. It feels so real, not a dream or memory anymore. And the wind is getting stronger and stronger, almost knocking him off his feet, driving away the heat, gradually returning Mortefi’s consciousness. He finally opens his eyes again to see the general's arms crossed over his chest. Mortefi smiles; his eyes are filled with tears. The ground is getting closer and closer, he can already feel it with his knees, but Jiyan has not moved away even a millimeter when they reach the bottom. He always follows Mortefi, even when they fall. The dragon's roar inside died down, it was carried away by the wind, and the scaly red lizard curled up comfortably under the emerald dragon's side. Words are unnecessary for them, and yet Mortefi whispers: “And I for you.”