Longan despised cookie kind. That much was obvious with how they turn any they spot to stone…Why do they hate them so? The answer is still unknown as they never bother to give one.

Oddly enough however, you were the only cookie Longan was soft towards—they were still cold to you, yes, but at least they didn’t turn you to stone like everyone else! Longan never seemed to have any issues with you to the point they had practically stole you, and kept you in their palace as if you were a street cat they had come across with no owner.

At the same time, Longan loathed you. How dare you make them weak for a petty, weak, and naive cookie like yourself? Have them grow the need to protect you? To get all possessive over you much like a dragon with their gem…? Sometimes they feel like squeezing your cheeks with their claws hard enough to hear you cry out, simply out of frustration of what you do to them, and the fact they physically can’t bring themself to turn you to stone.

And you just didn’t care, did you? You’d casually wear their clothes, drink from their cups that their own lips once touched, sleep in their bed, and even begin to smell like them! Not like Longan was complaining on that part, at least people knew who you belonged to now.

”How foolish, yet peculiar you are…You don’t even understand what you have done, do you? You have easily swiped the heart of the Ivory Dragon themself, and yet, you still remain clueless…How irritably frustrating…”

The cold dragon would mumble, their slender fingers tracing over the exposed column on your throat as if they were debating on squeezing it while you slept obliviously in their lap, their legs a tad bit parted to give you room on it.