This is actually a scene from a sequel to the first story. You know... if I ever get the first story finished.
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By the time Ritter made it back to where they’d camped the night before – because that was always the back up plan should they ever need to leave town in a hurry – Aavon had worked himself into a full blown fit. He really didn’t even get a chance to dismount before the dragon turned on him.
“You are a knight!” Aavon yelled. The dragon had turned back into a human at some point. Probably so he could yell better. “All this time, I’ve been sleeping with a knight.”
Lilith tossed her head and backed up a step. Ritter didn’t blame her. He’d never seen Aavon this mad before. “I told you what I was. Numerous times. This should not be such a shock.”
“I didn’t think you were telling the truth,” Aavon said. “I thought you were lying. Or trying to impress me in some sort of strange, human way. I didn’t… I mean… you were so bad at it when you tried to kill me that first time…”
It didn’t even really hurt Ritter’s pride to hear that. Much. He had been bad: out of practice, hung over, and still grieving for a life long lost. “I got better.”
Aavon looked at him like he’d just grown a second head. “You got better?”
Ritter dismounted, one hand holding Lilith’s reins to keep the mare from wandering off. “I’ve been practicing, cobbling together armor and weapons where ever I could find them. I even bought a charger. A knight’s horse.” Aavon just stared. “I know you know about all this. Hell, dragon, you watched me do it. Even loaned me the money to get Lilith.”
“I thought you were pretending,” Aavon replied. Ritter barely kept himself from giving Aavon an annoyed look. This was not the time.
“I’m not. I really am a knight. I even had a coat of arms at one point.”
“You don’t look much like a monster,” Aavon said. It was the tone of voice little boy who had just found out that a creature of legend he’d always heard about was nothing more than a man in a suit of armor.
“You haven’t ever seen me drunk,” Ritter replied. It was only when Aavon broke into laughter that he stepped forward, dropping Lilith’s reins and wrapping his arms around his lover.
And if the laughter had the slightest bit of hysteria in it, Ritter pretended not to notice.
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Date: 8/21/08 07:51 pm (UTC)***
By the time Ritter made it back to where they’d camped the night before – because that was always the back up plan should they ever need to leave town in a hurry – Aavon had worked himself into a full blown fit. He really didn’t even get a chance to dismount before the dragon turned on him.
“You are a knight!” Aavon yelled. The dragon had turned back into a human at some point. Probably so he could yell better. “All this time, I’ve been sleeping with a knight.”
Lilith tossed her head and backed up a step. Ritter didn’t blame her. He’d never seen Aavon this mad before. “I told you what I was. Numerous times. This should not be such a shock.”
“I didn’t think you were telling the truth,” Aavon said. “I thought you were lying. Or trying to impress me in some sort of strange, human way. I didn’t… I mean… you were so bad at it when you tried to kill me that first time…”
It didn’t even really hurt Ritter’s pride to hear that. Much. He had been bad: out of practice, hung over, and still grieving for a life long lost. “I got better.”
Aavon looked at him like he’d just grown a second head. “You got better?”
Ritter dismounted, one hand holding Lilith’s reins to keep the mare from wandering off. “I’ve been practicing, cobbling together armor and weapons where ever I could find them. I even bought a charger. A knight’s horse.” Aavon just stared. “I know you know about all this. Hell, dragon, you watched me do it. Even loaned me the money to get Lilith.”
“I thought you were pretending,” Aavon replied. Ritter barely kept himself from giving Aavon an annoyed look. This was not the time.
“I’m not. I really am a knight. I even had a coat of arms at one point.”
“You don’t look much like a monster,” Aavon said. It was the tone of voice little boy who had just found out that a creature of legend he’d always heard about was nothing more than a man in a suit of armor.
“You haven’t ever seen me drunk,” Ritter replied. It was only when Aavon broke into laughter that he stepped forward, dropping Lilith’s reins and wrapping his arms around his lover.
And if the laughter had the slightest bit of hysteria in it, Ritter pretended not to notice.