Moonspear splitting bridges

"no." drogon replies to charon's first question. looking for his family wasn't anything he'd considered doing; and as far as drogon was aware they hadn't tried to find him. he was doing fine on his own and at this point valued his independence more than he valued a family he hasn't seen in a few months shy of a year. charon didn't seem overly interested and drogon couldn't help the slight rise of annoyance in his chest. he tempers it quickly. if this already wasn't going well allowing himself to show his annoyance certanly wasn't going to help. "ansbjørn." drogon offers it nonchantly, assuming that it, like much of what he's said thus far, wouldn't interest charon in the slightest.

drogon licks his lips, deliberating on the fence between if he should say what he feels bubbling up on his throat, the words burning his tongue or if he should temper it and just accept this for what it was. disapproval.

drogon's never been one to just accept defeat.

"look, sir, I know I'm probably the furthest thing from what you think is the perfect guy for vela. and yeah i'm not perfect," drogon narrowly avoids letting out a snort at the truth of those particular words. "but i care for your daughter. a lot and i'm going to do whatever it takes to prove it to you." because he promised her ...and because, at the end of the day, drogon would like charon's approval too.