Sep 8, 2016
a dawn execution || peter & kurt
This was hardly the first time Peter had been tossed in a cell with the threat of a dawn execution hanging over his head and he sincerely doubted it would be the last. He got to his feet and brushed himself off calmly. “Do I get to pick my last meal?” He hollered after the guard, but the only response was a slammed door. He huffed and turned, just then noticing that he wasn’t alone.
He flashed the young man, or dragon rather, a crooked smile. “It seems we’re to be cellmates. At least until the morning. I’m scheduled to be executed at dawn for my many terrible crimes.” He said conversationally. The poor dragon looked like he could use a bit of a distraction.
