Celebrimbor Helyanwë (suntdracones) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2015-03-10 14:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: ashton hartley, character: barclay grisholt, location: academy hallways, location: by the ocean |
Thread: The Best Gift
WHO: Bark & Ash
WHEN: March 11 [future dated]
WHERE: Halls of the Academy, Ashton's hidden hoard.
Ashton's final class of the day always ended before Barclay left his, and the dragon always made his way through the halls to wait for Barclay to come out, sometimes going to wait in the library if Barclay was in the middle of a project and couldn't be disturbed. Lately, Ashton had not been feeling well and he couldn't quite seem to shake it. He was losing sleep, running a fever sporadically, couldn't concentrate on his studies and was making mistakes in his classes. Ashton refused to tell Blake, unwilling to let his Keeper know he was anything but 100% ready to kill him. He refused Barclay's bitter medicine, to a point. If it meant he could sleep, he took it, and then curled up in bed with his druid with temperamental grumblings about how he ached and eventually would fall asleep.
Nothing seemed to help, and Ashton was on the verge of asking MR. Cavanaugh what it could be, some kind of dragon thing he wasn't aware of. But not today. Today Ashton was feeling somewhat better. Today he had a surprise for Barclay because despite Barclay's adamant insistence that he not celebrate his birthday like all the other humans Ashton knew, the dragon decided he would do as he pleased. The only problem was that, while he wanted to give his witch the best gift of all, liking him and loving him that much, the best gift, according to the dragon, was gold. His gold was his, and no one, not even Barclay, especially not Barclay, would or should come between him and Ashton's hoard. It would end badly and it was what kept Ashton trying to fix his own addiction.
Ashton waited outside the classroom door, braced against the wall with his tall frame easily able to look over the heads of most of the students who passed by, and he kept watch for the familiar and much adored brown hair of his witch. When he saw him, he smiled.