Two drabbles
I can't believe that after spending all afternoon writing my thesis I come home... and write. Something is obviously wrong with me. I'm typing this directly into my LJ, so I imagine it's going to be full of errors.
"I mean... you're okay with this?" Zavier asked. Luke stared at him for a long moment.
"Did you seriously think I was going to bed early and leaving you two on the couch alone because I was tired?" Luke hissed. Isaac was going to come out of the bathroom any minute and he was not going to walk in on them having this conversation. The corners of Zavier's mouth twitched up. It made Luke narrow his eyes at the other dragon. "I am fine with this."
"Why?"
Luke leaned back as though he'd been slapped. Why? What kind of question was that? Shouldn't Zavier just be happy that he was fine with it? Then again, maybe there was something to the question. Why was he okay with them being together? It made Isaac happy... but was that the only reason?
He was still groping for answer, any answer, when Isaac came back to the livingroom. "Do you guys want popcorn?"
"Sounds good," Zavier responded. He sounded so normal and not at all like someone who had just turned someone else's world upside down. "Do you need help?"
"Sure." Zavier got up off the couch and gave Luke a concerned look. "You okay?" he asked. His voice was low. "I didn't mean..."
"I'm fine," Luke said, cutting Zavier off. "Go." He was fine. Really. But thanks to Zavier, he had a lot to think about now.
"Man, I cannot believe you got away with calling grandpa a terrorist," Tommy said. Billy whirled around to face him, still angry from his argument with Eric.
"I did not call him a terrorist," Billy snapped. "I said that he had no right to call Teddy terrorist given the people use to be with."
"'The people he use to be with'? Uh.. don't you mean the people he led?" Tommy replied. Billy blinked once, twice, before all the color drained from his face.
"I'd forgotten about that."
"Okay this is so not fair," Tommy said. "I call him gramps when I'm twelve and I get magnetized to the ceiling for an hour. You call our grandfather a terrorist and you don't even get yelled at. Why are you still the good twin?"
Okay, I a little better now.
"I mean... you're okay with this?" Zavier asked. Luke stared at him for a long moment.
"Did you seriously think I was going to bed early and leaving you two on the couch alone because I was tired?" Luke hissed. Isaac was going to come out of the bathroom any minute and he was not going to walk in on them having this conversation. The corners of Zavier's mouth twitched up. It made Luke narrow his eyes at the other dragon. "I am fine with this."
"Why?"
Luke leaned back as though he'd been slapped. Why? What kind of question was that? Shouldn't Zavier just be happy that he was fine with it? Then again, maybe there was something to the question. Why was he okay with them being together? It made Isaac happy... but was that the only reason?
He was still groping for answer, any answer, when Isaac came back to the livingroom. "Do you guys want popcorn?"
"Sounds good," Zavier responded. He sounded so normal and not at all like someone who had just turned someone else's world upside down. "Do you need help?"
"Sure." Zavier got up off the couch and gave Luke a concerned look. "You okay?" he asked. His voice was low. "I didn't mean..."
"I'm fine," Luke said, cutting Zavier off. "Go." He was fine. Really. But thanks to Zavier, he had a lot to think about now.
"Man, I cannot believe you got away with calling grandpa a terrorist," Tommy said. Billy whirled around to face him, still angry from his argument with Eric.
"I did not call him a terrorist," Billy snapped. "I said that he had no right to call Teddy terrorist given the people use to be with."
"'The people he use to be with'? Uh.. don't you mean the people he led?" Tommy replied. Billy blinked once, twice, before all the color drained from his face.
"I'd forgotten about that."
"Okay this is so not fair," Tommy said. "I call him gramps when I'm twelve and I get magnetized to the ceiling for an hour. You call our grandfather a terrorist and you don't even get yelled at. Why are you still the good twin?"
Okay, I a little better now.