I'm kind of too sleepy to work on anything else, so the first five people to comment to this post will get an AU twindrabble of their choice! Any scenario, mundane or magical or whatever.
Bill had trained all his life to be accepted into the Flight Corps. Now he stood nervously in the middle of the rookery, with his hands clasped in front of him.
Dragons wheeled above him and his commanding officer. Bill couldn't help glancing up to see if any showed the least interest. A few peered down at him with the natural curiosity of their species. Most cast him no more than a look, then flew on by.
"Just hold your ground," Captain Jost murmured.
Bill swallowed hard and nodded. No amount of training could guarantee that a dragon would choose him, if none of them were the right fit. He straightened his shoulders, tilting his chin up.
Somehow his eyes were drawn to the flight path of one particular dragon: white, with intricately patterned black scales over its neck, shoulders, and hindquarters. It cocked its head at him. Bill remained unmoving, though his heart was racing.
The breath rushed out of him when the dragon came in for a graceful landing. It moved toward him, cooing hesitantly.
"Hand," Jost encouraged.
Bill had already started to put his hand out. The dragon was more ungainly on the ground, endearingly, like a puppy. It waddled close, paused, then craned out and nuzzled its delicate nose into his palm. Bill broke into a grin as he suddenly felt the dragon's presence in his mind.
"Well done, Bill!" said Jost, though Bill only heard him as if from far away.
The dragon flashed a draconic grin to match Bill's. I'm Tom, he told Bill silently. Be my partner, Bill.
Bill laughed out loud and hugged Tom's face to his chest. "Of course."
Ohhhh this is so lovely! I want to see what kind of a pattern Tom has on his scales! And oh, this is just so lovely. ♥ I love that they just connect like that and can communicate silently. Tom's waddling is adorable! And he asks Bill to be his (partner) so innocently and trustingly. ♥
Bill had trained all his life to be accepted into the Flight Corps. Now he stood nervously in the middle of the rookery, with his hands clasped in front of him.
Dragons wheeled above him and his commanding officer. Bill couldn't help glancing up to see if any showed the least interest. A few peered down at him with the natural curiosity of their species. Most cast him no more than a look, then flew on by.
"Just hold your ground," Captain Jost murmured.
Bill swallowed hard and nodded. No amount of training could guarantee that a dragon would choose him, if none of them were the right fit. He straightened his shoulders, tilting his chin up.
Somehow his eyes were drawn to the flight path of one particular dragon: white, with intricately patterned black scales over its neck, shoulders, and hindquarters. It cocked its head at him. Bill remained unmoving, though his heart was racing.
The breath rushed out of him when the dragon came in for a graceful landing. It moved toward him, cooing hesitantly.
"Hand," Jost encouraged.
Bill had already started to put his hand out. The dragon was more ungainly on the ground, endearingly, like a puppy. It waddled close, paused, then craned out and nuzzled its delicate nose into his palm. Bill broke into a grin as he suddenly felt the dragon's presence in his mind.
"Well done, Bill!" said Jost, though Bill only heard him as if from far away.
The dragon flashed a draconic grin to match Bill's. I'm Tom, he told Bill silently. Be my partner, Bill.
Bill laughed out loud and hugged Tom's face to his chest. "Of course."
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Oh that would be an amazing fic. I loved this one too.
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Plus your dragon fic are always the best :D
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This was super cute--especially waddling Tom.
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