Who: Temeraire When: January 25th Where: Temeraire’s apartment What: Temeraire is musing over running into William and having one of the Dreams Rating/Warnings: Low, one swear Status: Closed.
As much as Temeraire Griffith was a part of iGeneration or Digital Natives or whatever the heck every other study think group sought to label his generation as, he didn’t exactly shine well to random people on the internet knowing who he was. Sure his parents were famous in their circles, but in the OC? It just felt so out of the blue. He’d moved here on purpose to not get noticed! He didn’t know much about this William Laurence guy, but he clearly knew who he was. Old military buddies with his dad, it seemed. What did his dad always say? The world is smaller than you think, but a pond when it comes to the Armed Services.
Temeraire frowned at the screen and then glanced as his phone. Should he call his dad and ask who this guy was? Get the full story? It would be rude to ignore William in this new community he had just joined, and curiosity was slowly getting the better of him.
Still.
Temeraire kept a relatively normal digital footprint, but didn’t over do it like most of his emoji-obsessed counterparts, who put any and everything imaginable out there on social media for the world to see. Granted, he loved Instagram and Snapchat, but that was the artist in him. Instant sharing of great shots or funny selfies in front of random landmarks. Or a really good plate of sushi. Or whatever struck him as interesting worth sharing.
But. He wasn’t big on putting too much out there, which was why on his Facebook and Twitter accounts he didn’t reveal he was the son of either Alistair Griffith famous documentary guy or of renowned artist Ming-Na Chao. He didn’t even use his real name for Twitter. He liked having a bit of anonymity. Some parcel of being he could still call his own instead of sharing in his parents spotlight. Now, however, that was being chipped away at with this old war buddy of his dad’s.
And of course, because life being what it was - an odd and fickle thing - now it seemed both he and William were dreaming of each other. In tandem.
“This is some Twilight Zone shit right here,” Temeraire sighed to himself. He never swore except when he was alone - he’d gotten cuffed upside the head hard by his father the one time he’d done it in public and had learned never to do it again.
“So, to recap,” Temeraire said aloud to himself, ticking things off on his fingers, “I’m a dragon in the dreams. And William is the captain of a Napoleonic era warship and there’s an Aerial Corp that uses dragons like planes. Aaand it’s looking like I’m gonna be one of those dragons.” And he knew, deep down, he was going to be William’s dragon. He just had a gut feeling.
His S7 Edge phone suddenly buzzed softly, and he saw his father had texted him. Swiping at the screen, Temeraire saw that he and his mother were just curious as to how he was settling in. If he needed anything. He hit reply, and then his finger hovered over the screen, hesitating. Would dad even remember this Laurence guy? And he wanted to tell both his parents about the dragon dream. Maybe not all the details, but some.
“Screw it. Let’s see what happens.” he muttered to himself, and dragged his finger across the glassy screen, chaining letters together to form the question, “Hey! I’m good. Dad, you ever serve with a guy named William Laurence?”
It took barely a moment before the reply came with a soft chime. “Yes. Why?”
Temeraire smiled. He picked up the phone and typed, “Small pond. He’s here in the OC.” He then typed, “Also, you guys would never believe the dream I had last night. I’ll explain in Google Hangouts.”