Brace Yourself, the Dragons are ColdIt was winter. Although, it was difficult not to know that given the three cold-blooded men that lived in the house and made their suffering clear.
The kettle had already blown three fuses in a month, every cupboard had been raided of blankets and there had been numerous arguments over what temperature the heating should be set to.
Sparx was the most tolerable. He mostly kept himself, bundled up in blankets and jumpers and as many hot water bottles as his human skin could manage, muttering about how he regretted not joining the dragons on their winter migration. Just like he did every year. But anyone who pointed out that it was his own fault had a green flame spat in their direction.
Malsvir, as expected, had been the one to blow the kettle's fuse. It had been quickly replaced, seeing as everyone knew how he could get whenever it was broken, and given the foul mood he was in currently, no-one dared make it any worse. Cups of tea were downed in seconds and the kettle seemed to be on co
Long NightAnkoku had been lying awake for the past three hours now. Or there abouts. Kinomoto had fallen asleep hours ago, although he had no idea how he could sleep through this noise.
That being said, it probably wasn't the noise that bothered him the most. It was more likely to be the fact that his best friend had been constantly throwing up his guts for three days since he had come home and there was nothing he could do about it.
Whatever the Hunters had done to Malsvir was anyone's guess; he hadn't been up for talking about it. Speculation said that it was numerous tortures and various poisons, to make Malsvir's experience as the Black Dragon as painful as they could make it. And given the way the Lunar's body was trying to get rid of whatever it was that was in his system, this appeared to be the case.
And there was nothing they could do to help. Malsvir's curse made it so that it would stop others from healing him with magic and, well, no doubt the poisons in his system had no antidote. S
He's A Maverick"You called me up again? People are going to notice, y'know."
"Nah, they'll just think you're asleep. They usually do. Come on, come on, I have something to show you." I grabbed his hand and pulled him along. "I was thinking," I continued.
"Oh dear," Malsvir muttered.
"Oi! Watch who you're talking to, son."
"Sorry, do continue."
"Yeah, as I was saying," I was still pulling him along. "I was thinking about the shitty way I treat you and how I could make it up to you."
He sighed. Kind of like an annoying teenager. "We've been through this."
"Yeah, I know, I know. 'The bad things don't always spoil the good things'. But, it doesn't really make up for the way I treat you, so I came up with something."
"...What have you done?"
"It's good, it's good! You'll like it, honest. Well, him."
I stopped and looked him dead in the eye. Which was harder than it sounds seeing as he was much taller than me. "Now, before I show you, bear in mind that he won't become canon. Or if he does i
Wisdom from an OCThere he was, right in front of me. I'd called him up like I usually would, only this time he could see me. Normally, I'd be hidden, like a stage hand behind a curtain, but this time I wanted to talk to him.
He didn't look confused as to where he was, but he did tilt his head when he spotted me.
"Hey there, Malsvir." I was wringing my hands already. I'd rehearsed this so many times in my head but it didn't stop me being nervous.
He looked like he knew me, but couldn't work out where from.
"I'm Six-eyes." Now he recognised me. "Or Magic92, Magic, Maj-kun. Whatever, I don't mind."
"Ah. It's not often we see you." He was referring to everyone, of course.
"Not often I show myself," I said simply. I took a deep breath and straightened up, realising I'd been slouching, mostly out of apprehension. Time to stop being a coward. "But, I wanted to speak with you, and apologise."
"Yes. I created you. I am the reason you lost your friends. I am the reason you lost your family. I am the
Best Foot Forward"Hoo-kay. Let's see if this works."
Jennu flexed the mechanical limb, inspecting its movement. All the joints seemed to be working and it was taking his weight. It was still a little weird to think that six months ago there was nothing there at all. And that a little further back than that he actually had two real legs. He'd never get over that.
"Will this work?" asked Tai, who was more interested in watching her father fall over rather finding out whether or not it would work.
"It should do."
"I've never made a leg before. Not a human one, anyway. Shame dragon ones don't fit." It'd look pretty cool. He pulled on his other boot, glad to find that it fitted over his mechanical leg. He looked down at his feet and wiggled his toes, seeing that everything seemed to be moving right. "Does it look like I have a mechanical leg?" he asked Tai.
"Still look as stupid as you usually do."
Thankfully the back garden was big enough to him to get a decent run in. An
A Leg To Stand OnEverywhere ached.
That was the first thing he was aware of. The second thing he became aware of was the amount of bandages he was wrapped in. Was this a mummification? Was he actually dead?
"Welcome back to the land of the living."
He looked up towards the voice, recognising the shape it belonged to easily. Although he'd have known who it was if he was blind.
"Tell me I'm not in a hospital," was the first thing he wanted to know.
"No, not this time," the voice continued, "We managed to get you home."
He tried to sit up but found himself pushed back down onto the bed. Forcibly. He grunted but didn't argue. He knew better than to argue with him even if he was in good shape.
"Well, the plan was for you to retreat and me and Ankoku would take care of it. But you, being you, decided you could take the horde on by yourself."
"Oh. And how did that go?"
"You did ok. Until we lost sight of you. Then we took care of the horde like we were going to in the first place, after that,