I'm not callin' you a liar...
Characters: Eithan (punkblaze) and Hiccup (dragonnerd)
Location: Their fairytale world - Rumpelstiltskin!
Time: Just after this thread
Summary: Logging some straw-spinning, and we'll see how the rest of the fairy tale goes from there~
Warnings: Language. And derpitude. And silliness.
It had worked. Somehow or another, Eithan managed to appear in "his" reality (even though it was radically different, much to his frustration) with the little guy - did he ever get his name...? - in tow. Of course, there wasn't any time for sightseeing. Hell, there wasn't any possible way, either.
The room Eithan had been locked in was clearly part of the royal palace, as evidenced by the fine stonework of the walls. No windows, and only a single door - large, heavy and painted red, surely with armed guards on the other side and locked anyway. There was also absolutely nothing of interest to look at - just a small, uncomfortable wooden chair, a spinning wheel, and enough freaking straw to swim around in if you seriously felt some sort of weird desire to do so.
With a heavy sigh and a roll of his eyes, he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall.
"So, this is what I'm stuck with," he muttered. "You can seriously help me, man?
Location: Their fairytale world - Rumpelstiltskin!
Time: Just after this thread
Summary: Logging some straw-spinning, and we'll see how the rest of the fairy tale goes from there~
Warnings: Language. And derpitude. And silliness.
It had worked. Somehow or another, Eithan managed to appear in "his" reality (even though it was radically different, much to his frustration) with the little guy - did he ever get his name...? - in tow. Of course, there wasn't any time for sightseeing. Hell, there wasn't any possible way, either.
The room Eithan had been locked in was clearly part of the royal palace, as evidenced by the fine stonework of the walls. No windows, and only a single door - large, heavy and painted red, surely with armed guards on the other side and locked anyway. There was also absolutely nothing of interest to look at - just a small, uncomfortable wooden chair, a spinning wheel, and enough freaking straw to swim around in if you seriously felt some sort of weird desire to do so.
With a heavy sigh and a roll of his eyes, he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall.
"So, this is what I'm stuck with," he muttered. "You can seriously help me, man?