Comments | hometrail: Time for sloppy seconds.

thedoegirl in hometrail

Time for sloppy seconds.

Aug 11, 2010 02:20

Characters: thedoegirl and theoldmagick, but open enough if you want in~
Setting/Location: Her snazzy new room!
Date & Time: Day 10, evening
Warnings: Potential wench eating? 8(
Summary: HANNIBAL'S ON THE PROWL.

( Note to self: Do not reply to angry people on the network ever again. )

kilgarrah, emma pillsbury, #style: prose, *day 10

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theoldmagick August 11 2010, 06:41:12 UTC

After settling in -- insomuch as a dragon could settle into a room much too small for him when he didn't want to be there in the first place -- Kilgarrah decided he needed to explore more of the Caravan itself. If nothing else, the trek could prove entertaining. The wench, for instance, had proven great fun.

Actually, he didn't see why he shouldn't stop in on her to continue their previous conversation. She'd stopped speaking to him so abruptly. Besides, he didn't have Merlin to bother, so he should find a new target, even if this girl was a bit more ... melodramatic than the young warlock. Which, really, was saying something.

Checking the passenger registry took some finagling but the dragon eventually found which room Emma was staying in and made his way toward it, annoyed at having to take the hallways rather than surprise her by flying outside her window. When he reached the room, he rapped on it with his tail -- a quick thunk thunk thunk -- then hunkered down on his haunches and waited for her to answer.

thedoegirl August 11 2010, 07:07:04 UTC

Emma shrieked and jerked at the sudden thumps on the door, her heart pumping fiercely at the interruption to her thoughts. She clutched her chest, trying to regain what little breath she had. Those scary-sounding violins were definitely starting up in her head now.

No, no, she thought. Maybe it was just Nill trying to get in. She'd gained a pretty good knocking arm since she'd last seen her, though, if that was the case. But she was probably just being too hopeful.

Biting her lip, Emma slowly stood up, and after smoothing her skirt looked at the door hesitantly. Hardly daring to make a sound, she tiptoed over to it, her heart beginning to race even more as she got closer. "Wh-Who is it?" she called out, her voice squeaking a few times. Well, that was pathetic. After clearing her throat, she said it again, trying to sound a little firmer. "Who is it?"

theoldmagick August 11 2010, 15:49:21 UTC

Oh, this was rich. Kilgarrah suppressed a laugh, hiding his snout behind his legs to ensure she couldn't hear him. She'd recognise his laugh, after all, and he didn't want to ruin the surprise just yet. She really was proving the most fun he'd had in decades. Even Merlin wasn't as amusing.

"Emma?" he called, pitching his voice lower than she'd have been familiar with, going for what he assumed was pleasing to humans. It would all be moot the moment she opened the door, but getting her to that point was the tricky part. "I've been searching for you for days, love. I was told I could find you here."

thedoegirl August 12 2010, 02:26:11 UTC

Ooh! Emma blinked at the door, looking surprised for far different reasons than before. Wow, maybe this was what it felt like in romance novels? Having Fabio show up at her door wouldn't have been an unwelcome turn of events. All she'd need was a bodice for him to rip open and she'd be set. If she could even get past the whole being touched part, that is, but who was paying attention ( ... )

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