night's fury

“doesn’t everybody have a little strange in them?” jonathan stopped and tilted his head to the left. “I am one of those people who will pop bubbles.” he grinned, though it didn’t look like a good one. more like a disgusting attempt to look nice. “good. nature, huh? why do you like it?”

justice crinkled her nose, though didn’t argue with umbra on that topic any longer — she knew that umbra was right. of course, she wasn’t about to outright say as much; that’s what the silence was for. when umbra spoke again, justice replied with a quick, “yeah, but you need a partner to —” however, she quickly cut herself off, figuring that it was pointless. umbra was probably right. she always was. “umbra, honey, we’ve been over this … sentient~”

justice pouted, lifting her head to look up at umbra. “but i am.” she retorted, although even she knew that it was untrue. the dragon girl’s pout furthered, and she hid her face in the carptet, mumbling a, “well, i don’t have a partner to think i’m the best …” the only time justice let herself be even a bit vulnerable was when she was drunk off her ass — she couldn’t help it, really. “maybe your carpet likes when i whine over it.” she lazily waved a pointed finger at umbra.

“hey. i am reliable even when druuunk —” she whined, making a face at umbra before she face-planted into the carpet completely. “whaaat? sian and i are, like … tied. you can’t just turn us against each other like that!” she feigned offense. at umbra’s last remark, the dragon just whined, hiccuping a bit here and there.

“well, i’ll make sure that they don’t.” she hummed, struggling to roll over onto her stomach, burying her face in the carpet as she did so. “the charmingest personality a dragon ever did seeeee —” she sing-songed, then made a face at the glass of water. “i don’t want that,” she complained. “i don’t … i don’t want to be not-drunk —”

Cole glance at Sian from the corner of his eye. He frowned slightly as she threw the necklace and walked away. Once she was out of sight, he sighed and picked up the necklace. He felt bad, and he knew he felt bad because the only time he ever felt like this was when he disappointed his mother or his family. He didn’t quite know why he felt so bad, though. He’s done and said much worse than what he said to Umbra, so why did he feel so awful? He looked over at Sian and patted his head. “You still want to hang out with me, or do you want me to fly off for being a dick?”

“i know, i know — i’ll give you all the credit for warning me, don’t worry,” she hummed, puffing out her cheeks. she stared up at the ceiling, briefly wondering how her dad would feel about all of the things she had done upon coming to auradon. “well, then it must have been your charming personalityyyy —” she sang. of course, she was only teasing, however. a pause. “hey, can i have another ten alcohol yeeet?” she made grabby hands toward umbra ( though more directed at the alcohol ).

justice made a face, crinkling her nose and scrunching up a face. “is it really a baaad idea?” she retorted, puffing out her cheeks. of course, whether it was bad for dragons or not, it wasn’t going to stop her from doing it. “but you cast a spell on my heaaart~” she sing-songed, wiping a single, pretend tear from her eye.

He blinked at her words. “Seriously? You don’t have many friends? Jeez, I wonder why? Maybe you shouldn’t accuse people of things they did not do.” He slowly nodded his head. “True. You’d need to be liked to have a secret admirer. You might have a stalker that hates your guts, though… Although, why they gave you a nice gift, that makes no sense.” He scrunched up his forehead pretending to be in thought.

Cole rose an eyebrow at her. “Wow. Well, now I know how little you think of me, and seriously? You don’t know of anyone that would do that besides me of course since I did no such shit?” He asked pretending to be flabbergasted and shook his head. “Maybe you have a stalker or a secret admirer… or both.”

justice was silent for a moment. umbra had a point. “… well, yeah, so … like …” she scrunched up her face. “so, do something that makes me stand out? that makes me better than everyone else? so, like … do drugs count?” she hadn’t taken any drugs, of course, but she had to ask. “but you’re made of viking — vikings are the best. turn it sentient, turn it sentieeent!~” she chanted loudly, practically screaming.

He jumped a bit at the loudness of her voice and rose an eyebrow as she held up the necklace. “What are you talking about?” He asked pretending to be confused. “And why are you holding up a necklace? Shouldn’t that be worn around your neck?… It’s a nice necklace, though. I have to admit.”

-time skip-

The next day, Cole spotted Sian on the roof of Umbra’s building and flew down next to him. He transformed back into his human form and smiled. “Hello, Sian. Did you and Umbra have a good day yesterday? What do you want to do today? Today is all about you and what you want to do.”

justice tapped her long nails against the side of the class, taking sips every few seconds. she made a face at the sound of the clanking, though she still continued to do it. at umbra’s remark, the dragon narrowed her eyes at her friend, though the look had no real malice to it. “i’m a nooormal dragooon~” she sang, crinkling her nose. “— well, you haven’t turned it into a sentiment … cement … condimental being yet, so get on ittt!~” 

justice proceeded to mumble incoherently as the cup was shoved into her face, but even in her drunken state, she felt obligated to listen to umbra — the nightlys listened to the haddocks, it was just the way it was, really. so, she whined and took a sip, still grumbling to herself. “hey! i am a normal dragon, just … a normal dragon who likes alcohol and marijuana, obviously.” she crinkled her nose. “— the carpet likes being pet, though, umbra!” she pouted dramatically.

jonathan said nothing while getting into the lake with whatever clothes he had on. it wasn’t bothering him or anything and started to splash the stranger with water. “out of all the places, why choose this one?”