every single one of you goddamn bitches ain't never gonna know
Who: Merlin and some dragon
When: tonight
Where: starting by the shore!
Summary: WIZARDS AND DRAGONS it's inevitable that they meet, really.
Warnings: none!
[ She hasn't gone into the city itself lately, if she can avoid it. And she usually can. She's cut her transformations down to once a week for fear of some irritatingly well-powered human somewhere catching sight of her at the wrong time, and the strain of being a human for so long has been taking its toll. Nothing obvious, and nothing she notices while she's a human. No, it isn't until she's taken her true form and had a while to think clearly that she realizes how emotional and violatile she's been lately.
It's annoying. It's beyond annoying. She also can't see any other solution, in such an enclosed place.
Tonight she's taken to a flight over the waves. The scent of salt water is nearly as deplorable as the feeling of it, but at least it's not the rotting, twisted city. She dips the edge of one wing into a wave as she passes over it, and tries to enjoy the water for water's sake, and ignore the unpleasant salt content. This island, among its many, many flaws, could stand to have a proper swamp. ]
When: tonight
Where: starting by the shore!
Summary: WIZARDS AND DRAGONS it's inevitable that they meet, really.
Warnings: none!
[ She hasn't gone into the city itself lately, if she can avoid it. And she usually can. She's cut her transformations down to once a week for fear of some irritatingly well-powered human somewhere catching sight of her at the wrong time, and the strain of being a human for so long has been taking its toll. Nothing obvious, and nothing she notices while she's a human. No, it isn't until she's taken her true form and had a while to think clearly that she realizes how emotional and violatile she's been lately.
It's annoying. It's beyond annoying. She also can't see any other solution, in such an enclosed place.
Tonight she's taken to a flight over the waves. The scent of salt water is nearly as deplorable as the feeling of it, but at least it's not the rotting, twisted city. She dips the edge of one wing into a wave as she passes over it, and tries to enjoy the water for water's sake, and ignore the unpleasant salt content. This island, among its many, many flaws, could stand to have a proper swamp. ]