Joseph
*He was forced to become something he didn't want to... Manipulated to think he'd be a nobody when not reaching the goals of his parents... And not his own.* Romeo listened just like Ametrine listened, at this point feeling how some thickness of sadness grew in his throat before their talons would finally wrap around each other and his head leaned over Romeo's shoulder... In trust. Romeo had in comparison a not so tragic childhood-...His parents didn't force neither hurt him, at least as long as his father haven't exchanged his life for Romeo's, saving him from a collapsing ruin *Romeo* Wanted to discover together with him. Getting beaten because you remind your mother of someone she loved who passed away, isn't as bad as being told all life long to have only one goal, which decides if you're nothing or important. All that cause of the corruptive materialism... All that because someone wanted to live their dreams through Ametrine. Romeo wrapped one arm around his shoulders, pulling Ametrine against his chest while laying his other talon on the back of his head, leaning with his neck over his while closing his eyes. A small crystal clear drop broke through Romeo's eyelid as it ran down his cheek. "I didn't know-..." Trembling, that's how the musicians voice sounded, nearly collapsing. "...Still, I want you to know that you are important to me- I know we only know each other for barely 16 hours... But in those couple hours you have shown me that you are a beautiful soul, yes a hurt one, one that hasn't been understood by anyone. But despite all what you've been through and had to accept I witnessed your kindness and that beauty of a dragon which you tried to lock in here-" He placed one talon on Ametrine's chest while still holding his head on his shoulder and between his neck and wing. The moment Romeo's talon gently pressed against Ametrine's chest he'd feel how a warmth

-warmth, which slowly started melting that iceberg of frozen tears which has been drifting in an endless Ozean for long enough- spread over his chest up to his shoulders. "...You are beautifully painted in there, Ametrine." Long moments have passed, Romeo's words seeming nearly like a lucid dream as they sat there arms in arms... Wings in wings. "I'll gladly teach you how to write... You could still rewrite your dreams. You have a brilliant eye for detail and with some grammatical knowledge, I bet you could become one of the greatest architects- or at least a very very experienced construction worker" Romeo smiled behind his head- starting to slowly trace his talon over his head, down over his neck and repeating.
Anna
Ametrine hadn't told a *Soul* About this - any of it - not once. Perhaps it was information best left to a therapist or a psychologist - a trip to the Rainforest Kingdom would probably do him a lot of good, but that was the problem with visiting professionals - he didn't *Trust* Them, he could never open himself up to some random dragon with a fancy slip of paper that dubbed them 'the expert of solving psychological problems' - no matter how friendly they seemed, or were. It was much easier to open up and confide in Romeo - a dragon he had at *Least* Almost known for a day, but even then, he still felt disgustingly vulnerable - like a glass chalice on the edge of a table. One bump - one shake would send the glass tumbling to the stone floor - shattering it to bits. He hated that feeling - a feeling that came with hot tears that welled up in his eyes that just as quickly vanished into small puffs of steam before they could streak down his face. 

Even though he felt vulnerable, he felt... *Safe* In Romeo's arms - he wanted to bury himself here forever and hide away from the world in his warmth instead of alone in a cold mountain cave... He subconsciously twined his tail around the musician's - pressing his snout into the sandrain's neck and chest. "Just promise me - you *Won't* Leave- *If* I stop being an artist." He looked up at Romeo with a set of pained but determined eyes that carved through his soul as if seeking to disembowel the truth from whatever words slipped from Romeo's silver-tongue next.

He couldn't help but blush at being told he was beautiful - even if he *Hated* Being called that- it seemed Romeo was more focused on *Who* He was- rather than *What* He was, providing a sense of comfort he feared would slip through his talons like grains of sand at the beach if he didn't continue to cling to him. "I... I *Guess* You can teach me to write... But don't be smug about it, and don't tell another soul or I'll..." He felt that same anger boiling inside his

Chest, the anger he regretted projecting at Romeo - but he stopped himself from finishing the empty threat- grumbling to himself silently. 

He scoffed at the thought he could change what was chosen for him long ago - the idea he could do anything but paint and sculpt felt impossible, an unobtainable goal that would require years of learning skills his parents had never let him cultivate in the slightest, but even so he was flattered by the comforting words - even if he didn't think that they could possibly ever become true. "Thank you... Romeo." He looked up into his eyes - gently bumping his snout against the sandrain's and narrowing his eyes. "Now that's *Enough* About me- now *You* Have to tell me about your embarrassing dream." He poked Romeo in the chest with a talon - making sure the musician knew he didn't forget about their bargain... They had places to be - and as much as he wished he could simply stay in Romeo's talons forever- the best time to get him set up in the central plaza was starting to reach its peak with each passing millisecond.
Joseph
Months... For months he'd been on the streets no matter where he went, who he encountered. He remembered the first time seeing snow-...And that while not having a roof above his head. He remembered his fingertips numb and bloody from playing his old guitar in the cold, sitting under a frozen bridge which lead to a winter wonderland of a park. Sometimes he wished to be like those dragonets- plenty of friends to play snowball fights with... Seeing a couple kiss at a frozen fountain while both would enjoy a steaming soup. Romeo blinked as the blurriness in his eyes, playing that memory, slowly vanished and let Ametrine's face interrupt that daydreaming again... The sentence *Promise, you won't leave* Echoed in his ears as Ametrine's eyes met Romeo's like the sunrise meeting reddish canyons. The glass standing on the edges of an disaster gets covered in feather soft towels... So many layers that even a fall wouldn't let a crack happen to its fragility. Those towels were Romeo's talons that slowly raised themselves to Ametrine's cheeks. While holding deep eye contact, letting Ametrine's gaze pierce his soul to search if that act of pureness also had a pure source. "A sunflower looses one of its corns and is still a sunflower. If you lose your artistic being, your grumpiness i adore, your talons, your scale colour or even your sight. I promise, I'll be here for you-" *Three moons am I really that cringe sounding?* Romeo thought to himself as those words slipped out from his mouth, but at the same time he knew- that he hasn't thought about these words. It was a nice thought that perhaps his soul, heart or whatever metaphor for his feeling towards this skywing spoke whiteout his knowledge. Rome had to grin again, his own cheeks being still slightly wet from the fact this grumpiness finally got sentimental just like him. "Oh- then what? I'm not getting breakfast anymore?" Romeo joked, giggling as their snouts touched.

He felt like he knew that Ametrine meant to harm anymore... But giving him the idea of letting out Romeo's breakfast really sounding like a rough punishment. Romeo closed his eyes for a second as he felt Ametrine's cheek and warm calmed breath against his snout... Another blush spread over his white scales which got danced over by rose dots slowly covering that area. *Should I now-...? No, that would destroy it again- he would despise it-* "Oh uh- me? I-" Romeo looked down at the talon that has poked him in the chest, and then to Ametrine's easel which he would clap together and hold it in his talons while his bags on his hips would strum with his movement. "-we gotta get started? I'll be carrying this for you- since you seem to have your talons already full-" Romeo's blush didn't fade from his snout as he pointed with his eyes over at what Ametrine started packing.
Anna
The skywing held Romeo's snout in his talons and gently blew a current of hot air over his face - instantly drying the tears that had wet his face - chucking at his corny little comment. "You're *Terrible*, you know that, right?" He teased with a snort looking into the sandrain musician's eyes - wishing in the moment he had the abilities of a nightwing to know what was going on behind them... What was he thinking so deeply about? Ametrine could feel his face was hot with blood beneath his acles - but he didn't care- not right now, at least - he was just enjoying the moment, running his talons along the beads of pink and red scales that ran along Romeo's face - he knew what they meant, but he still wondered if that assumption was correct. "Hmph! Exactly, no more breakfast- you'll have to learn to cook for me!" He smiled a toothy smile - clearly joking - but still holding just a drop of a threat in his tone and intent. 

Ametrine hissed as Romeo tried desperately to change the subject. "Nope! You're telling me about that dream- or you're sleeping out on the ledge of the cave tonight." The skywing grinned - squinting at his companion as he tried to work out what he must've been dreaming about. "Hmm, something you're too embarrassed to brag about... Which is rare, you *Pompous airhead* - and..." He tapped his chin - still resting his snout against Romeo's. "Whatever it is- seems to have stirred the scales on your face and all along your body to turn pink and red... I can start calling off my guesses - or you can go ahead and tell me - I'll let *You* Pick... But we aren't leaving until you make good on that promise." He huffed and raised his snout to the sky - seems Romeo wasn't getting out of this as easily as he might've thought. 

He hadn't been this comfortable in another dragon's arms in a long time - he could just sit here like this forever and ever - touching snouts with a *Stupid* Musician he had met but a day ago - but felt like he had known his entire lifetime.

He pressed his snout against Romeo's again - still holding his unimpressed, almost agitated look - but beckoing for him to spill the details of his dream. "If you don't tell me- I'm going to start biting the scales off of your snout." He held Romeo closer - being so close felt like it relieved a decade of burdens - had he... No- he hadn't - there was no way he had found himself falling in love with a dragon he just met - that was ridiculous - he- he just hadn't talked to someone for so long that it was started to wear on him - that was all- yes, that was exactly it- but even so he twined his tail a little tighter around Romeo's. 

"Don't *Worry* About my stuff - I can *Handle* It like I've done for many moons before you crashed in my cave - I even know a shortcut to the plaza- so... If we're late it's going to be *Your* Fault, not mine." He said with a dignified look on his face.