To the Dragon's lair

William has lived all his life sheltered from the human world by his parents. Prior to the death of his brother he had still been allowed some freedom and every once in while he'd been taken along on short trips into the city, under the condition that he wore his human form, that is, but after, things had turned almost unbarable. He was no longer allowed to leave their home, unless he was under strict supervision and even then he hadn't been allowed anywhere near the places where he might run into people. Life had gone from mildly interesting to incredibly dull with William no longer having a chance to explore the human world that had always fascinated him so. But someone had to survive to carry on the bloodline. Fast forward a few years and there wasn't much of a human world to explore anymore. The Apocalypse wiped clean almost everything that made it the special place it once was and William will never get over the fact that he never got to see it in all its glory. Now he's escaped from home, determined to find and explore the last scraps of humanity as well as seek revenge on the two hunters who're the reason he was never allowed to do so once the world was alive.

[taytum-couture]

[halexstorm]

Frankie gave him a small smile and nodded. “William…nice to meet you..and yeah, Frankie is short for Francesca but please just call me Frankie..I haven’t been called the other in a very long time.” Her father used to insist on calling her by her full name, even when he became ill and she had to return home to help her Mother care for him, he still refused to call her Frankie. “This guy—the basement one…you seen him in the last few years then?” She only asked because alot of people had been extinguished since the apocalypse but didn’t want to be blunt like she usually was and upset William by saying that.

The blonde couldn’t help but look on in what could only be called ‘confused amusement’  It wasn’t  in a condescending way at all, in fact it was quit refreshing. Frankie wasn’t used to a warm welcome and definitely not someone who appeared to actually like her from first encounter. She was used to those who looked down on her or were ready to prove their power. She didn’t come across many anymore who weren’t hostile—only a rare few.

She had to admit there was a certain degree of relief there when he seemed more than happy to say what he was, though she wasn’t exactly expecting his answer.  ”A Dragon?…you’re shitting me, right?” She gave a blink and a mock movement of her head as though she was trying to clear it, not believing what she had heard.  Of course, it couldn’t be entirely ruled out that isolation and what the world now represented, had sent him a little insane. Frankie had met a few along the way over the years—partly why even though she was anti-social at times, she would still push to talk to people. Social interaction was vital and such a necessity for the psyche. Then again, as her blue hues weighed him up and her head cocked on one side, she had the weirdest hunch he was telling the truth.

"You are very special indeed then. Because I have never heard of a live dragon—let alone meet one. " She smiled when he mentioned loving humans so much and slid her gun into her waistband. "Well don’t you be so trusting with all humans okay?—not that there are many alive these days, but some are devious like other species around here and you seem a good guy William" Frankie gave him a friendly wink before he spoke again.

"Hell yeah!…Of course I would like to see your other form. Thank you for asking, sweetheart. Just don’t barbeque me okay?" Frankie  chuckled a little and took a step to his side, intrigued at the thought of watching him.

[williamormarr-blog]

"I will call you Frankie," he told her with a quick nod. He really liked it when he was allowed to call people by their nicknames. It was a sign of trust and maybe friendship. William had never had a nickname and wasn'r entirely sure how to go about getting one. Maybe he was supposed to come up with one by himself and politely ask peope to use it? Or maybe a person was just assigned a fitting one. The dragons had noticed that a lot of the time the names seemed to be some variation of a person's real name or it had something to do with their appearance. It wasn't uncommon that the nicknames ended with -y or -ie, like Sammy or Frankie, and William wondered if that meant he should be called Willy. The dragon didn't entriely feel like a 'Willy' but he supposed he could get used to it if those were the rules.

Looking up at the pretty blonde woman again, William abandoned all thoughts of nicknames to answer her hesitantly asked question.

"Oh it wasn't long ago since I saw him at all! A year and a couple of months maybe? I can't remember an exact date because I am not completely sure what date it is today." The dragon didn't consider that a year and then some might feel like a much longer time for someone whose lifespan wasn't as long as a dragon's.

"Yes, a dragon. No, I am not shitting on you at all, I promise," William told her, somewhat amused by the expression she'd used. Shitting on? Humans were so wonderfully creative sometimes! William preened at the praise of being special, two small spots of red appearing on his cheeks. That was such a very kind thing to say!

He wasn't quite sure how to adress her warning not to be so trusting. He loved the humans and they had all been so very kind towards him. Even the other creatures had proved themselves wonderful. William had been given no indication that he needed to be careful but maybe Frankie had different experiences than him. The dragon frowned a little in sympathy before Frankie reminded him that he'd offered to show his other form.

Nodding so fast he almost got dizzy, William straightened up. 

"Oh I promise you will be perfectly safe!" he told her and began pulling the white tank top over his head, "I have excellent control over my fire." He folded the tank top neatly and put it ontop of his silvery backpack so it wouldn't get dirty from the ground. Next he unbuckled his belt. It was something he'd found among Lafayette's things. It had a big buckle that looked like a flamingo, with pink rhinestones. William thought it was beautiful and he couldn't help but show it off a little bit before he unbuttoned his pants and slid them down his legs, along with his underwear. The pants, belt and underwear were folded equally neatly and put ontop of the bag. William turned back towards Frankie, oblivious to any awkwardness his nudity might cause.

He smiled and in the next moment the slender boy had been replaced by a creature the size of a small cabin. Light brown scales, shimmering of gold, big wings neatly folded against his back, long claws and sharp teeth but with the same kind eyes, gleaming with the same color as his scales. He was a little bit on the small side compared to other dragons and William really thought it was a shame that he sun wasn't out because he knew he looked very beautiful when the sun shone on his scales.

Turning his head and tilting it a little to the side in question, he looked over at Frankie. He wanted to see her reation before he did anything else.

[williamormarr-blog]

Like Sun and Moon || William and Derek

[aconitum-alpha]

"Only with nice and respectable men who know how to clean their goddamn teeth?" The statement, that seemed more like a question by the tone, had the wolf raising a brow in utter confusion. What the hell was this guy talking about? He obviously spoke English though, even if he wasn’t quite sure he understood what he was saying.

Walking closer, the male stepping off the porch, Derek caught a scent on the wind that traveled his way, one of burning, of ash, and he was only more confused as it grew stronger the closer the boy came. “My name is William,” the wolf glanced over him, trying to figure out why he was acting so..well, strangely, and then his gaze dropped to the hand outstretched and offered to him.

He took a moment of consideration before his own reached out to shake it and he started his name a little bluntly "Derek Hale." It was a brief introduction before the wolf was inspecting the other male again, inhaling a little, his hues starting to gleam with a reddish hue for a split second before his arms folded over his chest.

"What are you?" he asked, rude as the question may of been, he’d never met anyone with a scent quite like this one. “And why were you talking about respectable men and clean teeth?” he asked with a slight chuckle.

"You alone kid? You live here by yourself?" he asked with a quick glance to what was obviously Williams home. The boy, without wanting to be rude, seemed a little well, soft in the head, and although he’d slow the wolf down, leaving him, if he was alone, would only cause the Alpha guilt he didn’t need.

[williamormarr-blog]

Up close, the man smelled like wolf and blood. Thankfully it was not human and William relaxed a little. He'd been worried that this man was one of those that Lafayette and other people had warned him about - the ones who wanted to hurt others. But maybe this was not the case with this man after all and William gave him a tentative smile as the other shook his hand and introduced himself as Derek Hale. 

"It's very nice to meet you, Der..." William cut himself off and his eyes widened a little as Derek's eyes suddenly seemed to change color for a split second and gleam a most wonderful shade of red.

"Your eyes..." he began, curiously before Derek's question registered.

"What are you?" William smiled again, this time a little more secretive. He liked that most people couldn't immediately guess what he was. It made him feel special.

"I am a dragon," he told the other man, puffing his chest out a little until Derek asked his second question and William shifted a little insecurely again. "Well you talked about frenching and my friend Lafayette says that you should try and only do that with nice people who knows to clean your teeth and I wasn't sure if you were offering or just asking. But it's okay," the dragon rambled a little before turning around to look at the cabin.

"I live here with my friend, Lafayette, but he hasn't been home in days and days and days." William's face morphed into a sad pout and he started twirling the scarf between his hands again. He glanced down at Derek's hands.

"Do you want to come inside to clean your hands. You smell like blood. I can tell it's from a deer but you might scare people who can't tell the difference." Lafayette would not at all approve of the offer but William did not at all approve of his friend's absence so maybe it was only fair... he would apologize as soon as Lafayette came home.

[williamormarr-blog]

I’m… {{she hesitates, but figures it’s alright to tell him; she (sort of) knows him}} … a phoenix. And you probably wouldn’t have met one of us before. We’re not exactly a prolific species. 

Friends? {{she didn’t really know what it meant to have ‘friends’; associates, yes; family, yes; but not 'friends'}} How do you have friends among these people? They’re far from being like us. 

*clasps his hands over his mouth and watches her with a whole new level of awe and respect. He slowly lowers his head* 

Oh my goodness! I have never met a phoenix before but my family has spoken so much about you. May I look at you? *he can't bring himself to wait for permission before he lets his eyes roam* You are so beautiful! *he breathes in* And you smell so wonderful! If my family knew I was talking to a phoenix they would be so thrilled. We were a little worried that you had returned Home for good.

They are different but so wonderful and kind. Have you met a human before? I could introduce you to one if you'd like. They have built a camp. It was damaged and I thought everyone was gone but they have come back and it was the happiest I have ever felt  *he lowered his voice a little and sighed* I just love them so much.

[mistressmaria]

*draws in a long breath and smiles, almost a little sadly* You smell like home... *fingers twitching a little to touch* What is your name? I'm William

{{she smiles, the smell of smoke and fire familiar in him as well, and she instantly knows what he is, and doesn’t hesitate to speak with him}}

I haven’t seen a dragon since I left. I’m Cinaed. Do you miss it, William? Miss home? 

[williamormarr-blog]

It's very nice to meet you, Cinaed! Do you mind if I ask what you are? I have never met anyone like you before.

...And yes, I miss it something terrible at times. But I like being here too. I have friends here.

[chubbybritneyspears]

[overdressed-overbaked]

[williamormarr-blog]

Like Sun and Moon || William and Derek

[aconitum-alpha]

The store was practically empty, supply runs were getting harder, and it did cross the wolf’s mind to move. Leaving the bar would be like leaving their home, but finding a place to stay further afield would mean new stores, new opportunists for finding food when most of their resources were running out. It meant longer trips away from the bar, away from Stiles, and Derek hated leaving the boy there by himself. It had to be done though, it was too dangerous to drag the boy so far from home, to places they didn’t know.

He caught movement from the corner of his eye and his head turned to the window, his first thought was Croat, but whatever it was, it moved pretty fast and he was out of that door in moments, glancing down the street after the dark blur, catching a scent that made him grin wider than he had in ages. He’d thought there were no deer left, but hell, that sweet scent was too much temptation, he simply couldn’t waste the opportunity of fresh meat and was crouched and running on all fours like an animal in no time at all.

He’d caught up to the poor thing in no time, his arms sweeping around it’s body as it struggled, his claws tearing at the flesh of it’s neck till it stilled in his hold and the cool crimson liquid covered his fingers. God, that smell, a fresh kill, a good kill, the deer died quick and that was more than most things could ask for these days with so many sicko’s in the world.

The wolf started to drag the carcass back to town, to Stiles, though he knew he wouldn’t be impressed by the dead animal in the bar, beggars couldn’t be choosers and they boy would love the meat just as much as he would once they got a fire going. He’d barely hit the treeline when he caught another scent, something he’d never smelled before.

Dropping the door, hearing the thing call out, Derek’s brow cocked. "La what?" he asked, his enhanced hearing picking up the males word despite the distance as he emerged from the clearing, leaving the deer under the cover of the trees. It was his kill, there was no way in hell he was dragging it out in the open without knowing what he was dealing with. Still, the smell would attract others if he didn’t get it inside soon. His hands rubbed against the black denim of his jeans to try and wipe away some of the blood that stained them, his foot hitting hard asphalt as he stepped out onto the road. "You french or something?" Just his luck, running in to a foreigner was something he could do without, he hated awkward conversations as it was, but when it was in a different language, that brought a whole new level of awkward.

[williamormarr-blog]

It turned out that it wasn't Lafayette that had made the noise and William felt his shoulders slump a little as the hope wheezed out of him in a sigh. It was a person, though. Male. William watched him closely as the man stepped out into clear view. He looked strong and William liked the shape of his face and his eyebrows.

The stranger asked him something and William's eyes widened at the question. Lafayette had explained to him about frenching but the scenarios his friend had told him about had never been like the situation William was currently in. 

"Only with nice and respectable men who know how to clean their goddamn teeth?" William repeated Lafayette's words a little uncertain and making it sound more like a question. He twirled the colorful scarf between his fingers and looked down at the stranger's hands as he wiped the red off on his pants. Lafayette didn't like strangers this close to their home and William knew he should send him away but Lafayette hadn't been home in days and the dragon ached for some company, someone to talk to.

After a couple of minutes consideration, lonliness won out and William slowly stepped off the porch and walked a little closer to the new arrival.

"My name is William," he told him, giving a tentative smile and releasing the scarf in favor of holding his hand out in greeting to the other man.

"What is your name?"

[vampwinchester]

….Oh crap.

Okay… Well — I have no idea if they’re bad for — well, you… Breathing fire and all.  But, dude, those things will fill up your lungs with all kinds of gooey shit.  They’ll make you sick.  And wheezy.  And… They smell bad.

[williamormarr-blog]

*blows out a small cloud of smoke*

Bad for me? How can these be bad for me? It's flavored smoke, Sam. Besides, the man told me that these things were the only thing that kept him going these days so I figure it must be like...vitamins, that's what you call them?

Maybe you have them confused with the fireworks *smiles kindly*

Would you like one?

[halexstorm]

"He is tall yes, gave me neck ache just looking up at him, absolutely towers over me. Sounds like the same guy then. You have good friends" Frankie looked the guy over and in all honesty, had never come across anybody quite like him before. "What’s your name?..I don’t recall you saying" She was still quite defensive but her body language had shifted to a more positive stance, not like she usually was with strangers. "I’m Frankie"

She realised that maybe the way she came over sometimes was blunt and perhaps bad mannered—she really didn’t mean it to. Frankie had never mingled with the social circles that society deemed as ‘normal’  She had to prove she was capable of performing her job just as well as the other mercenaries who were all males—and probably that little bit more too. This made it difficult sometimes and when combined with the hostility the world held, it sometimes made her more standoffish than she used to be.

"Sorry…it’s just till a few years ago I didn’t know things like Vampires, Demons and shit existed, but you’re the first one I have come across who says they can fly. What are you?..That’s if you don’t mind me asking" Frankie knew some didn’t like to declare what they were and she couldn’t exactly blame them. She tried her best to keep it quiet about being human, it wasn’t something she found as a bonus, compared to the other species which were around and about, but others usually could tell anyway.

"If you wait in this spot, I can fly home and bring food back."

The blonde furrowed her brow at him. It wasn’t because he had said anything wrong—quite the opposite in fact. Frankie wasn’t used to someone offering to help her in such a way and pleasant too.  She was used to be alone—always alone—with the odd encounter, which was usually hostile too apart from a rare handful.  “You’d do that?” She swallowed thickly and cleared her throat, the confident hard expression dropping for a second before he defences went back up again.  ”Don’t go out your way or anything, I mean, I can manage—but if it’s not out of your way….then..well that would be frigging awesome”

[williamormarr-blog]

"He is a very precious man," William told her, nodding earnestly before his eyebrows shot up and he clasped his hands over his chest.

"Oh, my apologies! I must have completely forgotten in all the excitement. My name is William. And Frankie is a very lovely name. I have never met a woman named that before. I met a Frank once. He was very skinny and lived in a basement. A very wonderful voice, though." William nodded again. Maybe he should go visit Frank again. He had been nice company once William had apologized and explained that no, the man was not allowed to eat him.

The woman, Frankie apologized to him, William wasn't exactly sure for what but he just smiled - it was the way he usually handled not quite understanding something - and hoped she would feel assured that he had not been offended by anything she'd done.

When she asked about what he was, the polite smile morphed into a wide and happy grin. He loved that question! 

"I don't mind at all!" he leaned forward a little, "I am a dragon. It's not very common for us to live among humans but I am here because I love you. So much!" The dragon sighed happily and then remembered that he'd offered her food.

"Would you like to see my other form?"

[vampwinchester]

Sam! Sam, why did you not mention you have dragon sticks? This is the most wonderful invention! *runs up to, cradling a small box in his hands*

Dragon—What now?

…Dude, woah… Fireworks.  I think you’ve got some fireworks there.  

[williamormarr-blog]

What? No, the man called them cigarettes. They truly are a marvellous thing too. Absolutely wonderful!

I would very much like to hear about fireworks too, though. Do they also remind you of dragons?

[hellsfinestredhead-deactivated2]

*watches in awe* You look like fire. It's absolutely very beautiful!

"I’ve heard that so many times, it’s almost boring. But at least you can identify who your compliments should be sent to. Hmmm."

[williamormarr-blog]

The dragon smiles, a little apologetically.

"I don't wish to be boring, I just wanted to give you the compliment. I am William. What is your name?" he asks, holding out his hand the way humans do when greeting another. This woman doesn't quite smell human though, but William sees no reason to be rude because of that. He isn't human either, after all.

[williamormarr-blog]

Like Sun and Moon || William and Derek

Days had passed. Days and days, many more than William was comfortable with. It had happened before that Lafayette left for a couple of days to go somewhere and left William to tend to the cabin but never this long. He never stayed away this long and he always came back, tired and hungry - sometimes hurt - but he always came back.

The dragon was sitting outside the front door, like a dog waiting for its master to return. He'd sat there for two days now, ever since he could no longer stand being inside the cabin to wait without seeing the first moment when Lafayette appeared from among the trees again. 

He'd chewed his nails down as far as he could without breaking skin and making it bleed and now he'd switched to worrying his lower lip with his teeth and twirling the end of one of Lafayette's most beautiful scarfs between his fingers. It was the ones he didn't want William to touch. The dragon had put it on in the hopes that it would send Lafayette back to him with a scowl and a few well-chosen words to make the dragon feel bad for breaking his promise. William wouldn't mind if Lafayette was angry, as long as he came back home.

There was movement behind the trees and William's head snapped up, hope making his heart beat like thunder in his chest.

"Lafayette?" he whispered, voice quivering like an aspen leaf as he stood up and looked for more signs of his friend.

[princessloverall-deactivated201]

[vampwinchester]

Among the ashes | Sam and William

[vampwinchester]

At the yell, at the pain that echoed out with that single word Sam just flinched, pulled back as the dragon scrambled away from him and stood in wonder as the bodies, and pieces thereof, were pulled together, piled carefully.

It took just a moment to consider.  So new to the world.  If William had ever known loss before.  Had ever experienced grief.  He had no idea.  The… Boy… That carefully placed the corpses together, could easily be decades older than he appeared.  Possibly even centuries.  But that was - wherever the hell dragons lived before they crept out into the world.  And it was not a friendly place or a gentle place or anywhere full of wonder.  It was brittle and broken and barren.  Most days spent skirting along the edges of survival, avoiding death or… Meeting it.  As was the case for the people who hadn’t made it out of the camp.

The horrible noises wouldn’t stop and Sam was concerned that if there were any more croats still in the area, it would attract them like flies to carrion.  “William, shush… Please, I need you to be quiet.  None of this was your fault.  Nothing here that you could have prevented.  This is…” 

This is just how things are. 

No, he didn’t mean to sound defeatist.  But he couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud, wondering how many people in the world were facing the very same thing right now. 

"It’s a tragedy.  It hurts, I know.  But you have to let them go.  They aren’t here anymore.  They’re…" 

Then it clicked… Kind of. 

Sam took a deep breath and moved to do the same, collecting the other bodies, wondering what on earth he was doing. 

So maybe something to make the loss a little easier to bear?  Some words of comfort.  Not that he was very good at this kind of thing.

"People have souls."  He had no idea if William was even listening anymore, so intent on arranging the corpses ‘just so’, and when the hands were linked together the next words choked off in Sam’s throat, the Winchester having to take a moment to compose himself.

"They’re like… Lights.  Bright, shining lights inside of every human."  Sam didn’t know if he would even understand the concept of souls, but he pressed on anyway, wiping the dirt from his hands on his jeans as he watched the pile of broken bodies grow. 

"And when they… Die… The light doesn’t go out, it just moves on to somewhere else." 

He wasn’t going to delve into the ‘ins and outs’ of eternal redemption or damnation, the weighing and judging of every soul depending on their mortal deeds and the choices they’d made in their lives.  Wasn’t going to dwell on the fact that both angels and demons were apparently locked out of their respective planes of existence, so he didn’t know whether it was possible for a soul to move to them either - or if it just… Dissipated into the ether.

"Think of the most perfect memory you have.  The happiest time.  That’s where the light goes.  It joins all of the other people it ever loved, who have died before them and they’re together again."  Okay, so that was stretching the truth a little.  Though it was a ‘common’ (mis)conception of Heaven, and maybe if someone who hadn’t actually been there, talked to William about these things, then they’d tell him something similar.

In reality, Heaven was a facade.  Each person in their own little ‘box’.  Completely separate and oblivious to the fact they were existing within a delusion.  Reward or damnation, really wasn’t that different.  It was essentially an eternity of solitude.  One had the added extra of pain, the other was simply a lie…

[williamormarr-blog]

William kept moving around the camp, slowly gathering up every person - or part of a person - that he could find and placing them next to the others, a long line of fallen warriors, fallen friends and loved ones. William's heart ached so much for every single one of them that he thought it would break. He could hear Sam moving with him, still speaking to him and even if William couldn't make himself utter anything but the hurt keening noises he was grateful for Sam's voice. He was so grateful that his friend had stayed. William didn't want to be all alone with the dead, accompanied by nothing but the memories and the lingering smell of burnt flesh and sulphur. 

There were so many bodies. Some of them, William knew by name and those bodies always seemed to weigh a little more, made his knees buckle as he tried carrying them towards the others. Dave, with a tattoo of a mermaid on his back - his wife, he'd told William once when he'd caught the dragon staring in the showers - and the endless patience when he answered William's questions. Molly, the lady in the kitchen who had the softest cheeks and the clearest laugh that William had ever heard and who sometimes let him help heat up the food, praising him when he got the temperature just right. Jill, the little girl who always asked him if he wanted to play hide-and-seek with her and the other children even if he wasn't very good at it and always lost. His friends. His precious precious friends.

William had to pause after he placed Jill's fragile little body next to the others, had to sit down and just cover his face for a bit. He couldn't look. It hurt too much. Nothing had ever hurt this much ever before in his entire life and William wondered how the humans did it. Their lives were so short and they lost so many during a lifetime. How could they still manage to stand up and smile even when they were surrounded by so much loss and pain?

Sam's voice continued, a soothing sound in the back of his mind, a beacon of light in all this death and destruction. He spoke of souls and William listened, his body shaking violently as if there wasn't enough warmth in the air.

"We call them fires," William eventually spoke up and sniffled, wiping snot from his nose with the back of his hand, "What you call souls, we call them fires. When you die that fire goes to join the other in the big fire in the sky." The dragon pointed upwards with a shaky, bloody finger. The clouds were in the way but William hoped maybe Sam would understand what he meant anyway. The sky hadn't always been so cloudy, Sam must've seen the sun too before all this happened. The beautiful sun. Oh how William missed it now, could've used the presence and warmth of his kin to warm the coldness of his skin and light the darkness in chest.

"And they..." he hiccuped and swallowed, slowly pushing himself back to his feet. Because he could do this. These humans were still so precious and William would help to give them a proper sendoff. "And they watch us from up there, keep us warm with their love and their fires. They make sure we can continue living on this planet because they love us so much."

He looked at Sam, eyes red and swollen, tears still running down his cheeks and a world of sadness behind the light brown irises. The dragon looked around the camp. Was that the last of them? Had they found all the bodies? It seemed to be that way. William looked at the long line of bodies, some torn and broken, others whole but badly burnt. The dragon took a deep breath.

"You should step back, Sam, because I am going to burn them. Send their souls to the next place, where nothing can ever hurt them again."

William waited until Sam was a safe distance away before moving. A moment later there was once more a large dragon where the slender boy had just been standing. He turned his head to look at Sam before he turned it back towards the bodies. 

When the dragon opened his mouth the air in front of it shimmered with heat for a few seconds and then there was fire, a big cloud of it rolling out and over the bodies, enveloping them in flames. It wasn't the same as the fire that had killed them and maimed them. That fire had been fueled with hate, its aim had been to kill and destroy. There was nothing malicious about William's fire. It was love, in its purest form, it was his fire and he was using it to help carry his friends home.

Eventually, there was nothing but ash left and the dragon closed his mouth. He turned towards Sam, a tear falling from his eye but slowly evaporating as it rolled down the scales. William whined as he sank to the ground. His body was much bigger now but the sorrow seemed to have grown with it and it wasn't any easier to bear at all.

[waywardviking-blog]

Well, the last time we met I was unfortunately a little bit out of it, so you’ll have to forgive me if I forget some of the details.

I —

          [ a bit taken aback by the hug, but embraces him nonetheless ]

    Um…  right.  Sam.  Um, yes I’m…  he’s…  yes?  It’ll take a lot more than the apocalypse or a fire to kill me, or Sam for that matter.  It pleases me that you’ve found a friend a in him.

What do you mean by “treasure?”  

[williamormarr-blog]

Out of what?

*asks with cheek pressed against chest before pulling back and patting his shoulder*

Yes, of course. I know you are both very strong. Perhaps the strongest species among vampires? I'm not sure, I don't know very much about the vampires I'm afraid. Only what people have told me.

And it pleases me too. Having friends is the most amazing thing! I never fully understood it but now I do!

*gets a little shinier eyes than usual, from happiness, and smiles at Eric*

Treasure... I think Sam said you call it "boyfriend" but not like a male friend. Like someone you pick to have sex with in your cabin. That kind of friend.

[bloodbrotherbenny-deactivated20]

Benny was nearly less than inclined to believe him if he didn’t look so genuine.  Can’t hardly judge a book by it’s cover…

          “You need ‘em?  Fer what?  Y’don’t smell human…”

[williamormarr-blog]

The dragon cradled the shards a little closer to his chest, feeling the sharp edged prick his skin in a way that wasn't entirely comfortable but still preferable to having to hand his newly aquired treasure over to the beardy man.

"I need them for my treasure," he answered, "And that is because I'm not. I'm a dragon. My name is William. Who are you?"