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"My Father is going to hear about this!"

He knew how he sounded. He knew exactly what they thought when he turned his back and stomped off.

The sycophants, they would think his father, yes. And his mother. They have the power, and that much power might rub off on us.

The Other Side, The Enemy, they would think what a prissy little ponce. But they would know that his father and mother had power that they weren't ready, yet, to cross.

And the ones that didn't care either way, the ones who were very determinedly Team No Hat, they would think what a loud little bitch and go on looking for power in some other way, some way that didn't mean being For or Against the Young Dragon's family.

He watched that all flicker across their faces, even as he wished he could cram the words back down his own throat. My father will hear about this. What stupid child said things like that?

He counted to three silently. Dragons did not take things back. Dragons did not ever concede that the power of the family wasn't all-important and all-encompassing. "Unless..."

Dragons did not say unless. They didn't bargain.

He met her eyes. Her. The Enemy. The born daughter of everything his family stood against. "Unless, daughter of the Leviathan, you'd care to settle this right here?" He lifted his left hand in a post of magic and challenge.

She watched his hand as if it were a strange object. A beat passed. Another A third. "Don't be foolish, young dragon. The leviathan do not duel."

She left him hanging just long enough that he was ready to gather up his pride and stomp off again. And then she smiled.

She smiled, daughter of the sea and all things cold and unforgiving, daughter of the Leviathan. "But if you'd like... Taranis... we might settle this over a deck of cards and a pint of beer."

The Leviathan and the Dragon did not drink together. The son of the dragon raised his eyebrows in perfectly patrician surprise.

"Let's," he agreed, surprising not only the crowed that surrounded them, that always surrounded them when they fought, but himself and perhaps the daughter of the Leviathan as well. "Tomorrow at 8, at the Crooked Rooster." He picked out of the crowd one of those who determinedly didn't care. "Perry of the Lion. Bring a deck of cards, would you?"

It got a laugh. And when he looked back at Levina of the Leviathan, she was grinning at him.

The son of the Dragon decided his father didn't need to hear about this one just yet.

If this sounds like a certain school with a certain blonde bratchild and some other certain people just a bit here and there, I blame this version of Fall Out Boy's Centuries and what happens when you let youtube have its head after that.

Date: 2015-11-10 04:01 am (UTC)
mortalcity: Logan Echolls, being drunk and dumb. But kind of badass. (VM | with a death wish)
From: [personal profile] mortalcity
I am delighted by this, whatever it is, and would like to see more of it. /chinhands

Date: 2015-11-10 03:52 pm (UTC)
clare_dragonfly: woman with green feathery wings, text: stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories (Default)
From: [personal profile] clare_dragonfly
hee hee, I approve :D

Date: 2015-11-11 09:58 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] inventrix
I have no idea what that afterword is about. o.O

Date: 2015-11-12 01:12 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] inventrix
...oh. XD

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