#ask .

"Oi. Drag Race called. They want their apparel back."

Being caught off guard by a dragon would usually be a cause of alarm.

Usually.

But a foul mood had possessed the queen, and rather than pondering how to bolt from under his shadow, she could only think on how insulting his tone was, even if the words were meaningless noise.

Jaw clenched, she growled -- deep, and venomous. On the shrieking hum of her wings, she made her way up to his eye-level. Reasonably distanced from his snout, she glowered at him with enough hatred to strike down dragons half his size.

"- - Then tell your 'drag race' that they can have it as a reminder of my complete and total subjugation of them and ALL other creatures across the land!"

Before he could snap back, his vision was obscured by a thick web of blue-green, mucous silk. Sticky globules clung to his eyelids as the shrill buzzing of wings quickly grew fainter and fainter.

mhm... something like that :)

𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘, 𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒. she, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚊, brings forth her soothing presence ----- and  with it this brilliant light that could blind even the darkness. alike a goddess, he surmises. plush lips press gently ‘gainst his forehead, ‘gainst the worry lines formed after years of constant stress.        shortly thereafter, his heart begins to swell. 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝  /  𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝.          for, undeserving is he, truly, of love and affection.                  the plague ‘pon this earth  :  man who creates life from death, the revered necromancer of fearsome dracula’s grand former army.     a man -------- nay, a monster -------- such as he, deserved not such love.

weakened by emotions, however, fingers begin to flex at his side,        curling and uncurling fists tentative in their desire to wrap ‘round her waist,          caress the woman he so dearly cared for. inflicted with constant pain and agony,    she sought only to relieve the stress of war woven into his brow with the gentlest of kisses ‘pon them.   and, to his surprise, it had worked. perhaps . . . he would allow himself to indulge himself in this warmth,           caress her as he so desperately wished. if only just this once, he sought after peace.

What did happiness look like anymore? Happiness was not winning the Hunger Games, of that she was sure, but Fava tried to remember when she’d been truly gleeful before that. She’d practically shrieked with joy when she’d shot her first deer, but fear swallowed the moment. Fava was terrified being found out and wondered how she’d ever get the creature inside of the fence (in the end she’d only managed a few pieces of its flesh). Happiness wasn’t sunny days on the other side of the fence, not even with Raab. It wasn’t food or the Capitol, and it definitely wasn’t pretty dresses.

The question still stood.

She chewed her lip, cocking her head slightly to the side before she thought of the two people she loved above all else. This shouldn’t have taken so much thought. A slow smirk appeared on her lips and her eyes glittered when she spoke her answer. “That’s easy,” Fava lied, though it should have been. “Happiness is the twins, Grace and Burnet,” Fava said confidently. They were safe and well, of that she would always make sure.

the sudden noise of rapping on the door made the sandwich man jump from his spot on the couch.  it was in the middle of the night ,  possibly in the early morning —— and hardly anyone came over for a visit in the first place.  chuck paused his video game and sat in silence for a second ,  staring up the staircase and jumping once more when the knocking rang through the house again.  he became wary very quickly.  it was one of two things he could assume was at the door —— the police ,  or that wretched doctor.  the police was a more likely answer ; twobrains never knocked that loudly.  even then ,  he just comes through the basement window nowadays.

he hurriedly made his way upstairs ,  convinced his mom wasn’t awake and didn’t really want to have to deal with her tired self.  though ,  that hope was kind disappointed as he opened the basement door and saw her already making her way to the front door.  they sort of exchanged worried glances as she went and unlocked the door ,  opening it cautiously ,  but then swung it all the way open for chuck to see as soon as disbelief swept her face.

“  tobey ?  ”   chuck furrowed his brows ,  his body released his tenseness and he allowed himself to step off the staircase and walk to the door.   “  what’re you doing here ?  i thought - shouldn’t you be asleep or something ?  ”

“Yeah, I know! I’ll be fine, Tohsaka.” There’s a casual smile on Shirou’s face as he’s trying to be convincing as usual. Even if she’s upset or something, it is him that they’re talking about, so how can anybody blame her for the reminder? Too bad that thought doesn’t register more often. Instead—

Wait, doesn’t she say that a lot?

“ why is it a secret? are you gonna get in trouble? ” if there was one thing jack could do well --- it was maintain a secret. he wasn’t a snitch. growing up in a group home of boys that was the first lesson he learned for better or for worse. when they ran around in the streets they looked out for one another, whether that be keeping lookout when stealing food, or snatching someones wallet. jack knew how to look out. he did find it a bit strange though, “ do you keep people in here? ” the cage looked like a room inside of a room and jack wonders what the point of it all was? but, Joe had treated him well, and if his one request was that he didn’t say anything about his weird room-in-a-room then he’d honor it. “ . . .fine. but you have to get me another candy bar---and I get to pick it !! ”