He had to meet his brother's pet dragon sometime. [Active / Closed]
Characters: Harry Dresden and Kitten
Time: at some point during Thomas' coma
Location: by the sick bed, of course
Content: You know, whatever wizards and dragons usually talk about while watching over comatose sex vampires.
Warning: cloudy with a large chance of adorable
Format: prose, I'm assuming? (knowing the two of us...)
Kitten sighed, laying out the cards in yet another game of solitaire. It was starting to get boring again. Not to mention that shuffling, for her, involved a game she had not yet realized she played, namely "52 card pick-up." The dragon disliked shuffling, needless to say. She had not yet managed to arrange her claws in the manner necessary to pull off the neat shuffle that Eames could. Cards were getting old fast, and she needed another trip to the book shop or library but would not leave Thomas on his own to go there.
One unwinnable layout later, she snorted, annoyed, and clambered up onto the bed beside Thomas. She curled up next to his neck, resting her head on his shoulder as if to assure herself that he was still warm and breathing. The dragon had begun drifting off to sleep out of sheer boredom when she heard the click of a door latch. Kitten forced herself to remain still, eyes open the barest slits as she feigned continued rest. If this were to be a follow up attack, she wasn't sure what she'd do, but she would figure something out.
Time: at some point during Thomas' coma
Location: by the sick bed, of course
Content: You know, whatever wizards and dragons usually talk about while watching over comatose sex vampires.
Warning: cloudy with a large chance of adorable
Format: prose, I'm assuming? (knowing the two of us...)
Kitten sighed, laying out the cards in yet another game of solitaire. It was starting to get boring again. Not to mention that shuffling, for her, involved a game she had not yet realized she played, namely "52 card pick-up." The dragon disliked shuffling, needless to say. She had not yet managed to arrange her claws in the manner necessary to pull off the neat shuffle that Eames could. Cards were getting old fast, and she needed another trip to the book shop or library but would not leave Thomas on his own to go there.
One unwinnable layout later, she snorted, annoyed, and clambered up onto the bed beside Thomas. She curled up next to his neck, resting her head on his shoulder as if to assure herself that he was still warm and breathing. The dragon had begun drifting off to sleep out of sheer boredom when she heard the click of a door latch. Kitten forced herself to remain still, eyes open the barest slits as she feigned continued rest. If this were to be a follow up attack, she wasn't sure what she'd do, but she would figure something out.