PATD: Blue Rock - Part 4/? - PG-13
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laniew1You should read these first: Blue Rock
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING: Ryan/?
AUTHOR: Melanie
WARNINGS: This didn’t happen?
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own any of these boys. If you recognize your name press the back button right on out.
Chapter 4
They’re all staring; Ryan can’t tell if it’s him or Brent or Giselle that’s causing it.
In Brendon’s case he assumes its Giselle; he has an expression on his face that says he wants to be across the room and scooping Giselle up and snuggling her.
The others are probably staring because of Brent and him, because they’re sitting in close proximity and they aren’t fighting.
Brendon goes to take a step forward and Spencer grabs his arm, stopping him.
“Spencer,” Brendon says, it isn’t a whine though it gets fairly close. And there’s a wealth of meaning in that one word. Ryan can hear it, even though it isn’t spoken.
There’s a dragon, I want to touch it, and cuddle it and do you think Zack will let me keep it?
He and Brent would probably have something to say about any of that, but mostly about the last one and that would be an emphatic no… Brendon had got just about everything else in the split (which he should have, Brendon was at least whole and Ryan had been like a quarter of a person when he’d had that fateful meet-up with Spencer); over Ryan’s dead body could he have their dragon as well.
She was the one thing that Ryan had left, besides Brent.
“It’s not real,” Spencer says. His eyes are wide, he looks a little panicked.
“Oh she’s real,” Zack says, he rubs at the arm that Giselle had decided to use as a landing post once they’d arrived in the room and she’d made her customary checks of the light fixture.
He’d complained that her claws had dug into his arm but she hadn’t even drawn blood so far as Ryan could see.
Brent pushes himself to his feet and sits down by Ryan’s legs on the couch. It gives them a really clear view of Giselle, wings pulled close to her body, curled up against Ryan’s stomach. Ryan runs two fingers across the top of her head and she arches her back slightly, chirping at him softly.
Brendon makes a sound deep in his throat that sounds a lot like want.
“You can…” Brent looks down at Giselle and she pulls away from Ryan’s hand to look over at him. Ryan looks as well. Brent looks like he expects to get escorted out of the room now that everyone had arrived.
Like he wasn’t needed anymore; Ryan wants to tell him that he’s needed just as much as Ryan and there wasn’t a chance in hell that Giselle was just going to let him walk away. The words wouldn’t find their way out of his throat; they had a habit of doing that.
The things that he most needs to say; the words that should be said… they almost always got stuck right behind his tongue and wouldn’t move.
He touches his arm though, squeezes to remind Brent that he’s still there and so is Giselle, he can manage that much at least. Spencer makes a noise that Ryan can’t classify, Ryan doesn’t look at him, he’s waiting instead for Brent to look over at him and acknowledge that Ryan is sitting next to him.
That Ryan hasn’t gone anywhere.
Brendon pulls his arm out of Spencer’s grip and is across the room in half a second. He kneels by the couch and holds his hand out to Giselle; he doesn’t touch her, just waits for her to decide if she wants to touch him. His eyes are wide and filled with awe and wonder as he waits.
Giselle looks at him and then looks at Brent and he can feel the quiet hum of her indecision, Ryan tries to send back ‘it’s alright, it’s okay, he’s trustworthy’ and he doesn’t know if she gets it, if she understands but she touches Brendon’s fingers with her nose and Brendon’s face lights up.
“Oh,” he utters and he scratches a finger under her jaw. “Oh, hi Giselle, hi, hi.”
Giselle preens under the affection in his voice; whatever she’s picking up from Brendon she likes.
Thankfully they can’t hear anything anymore; Ryan doesn’t wonder if it’s because everyone has given up on them, because he’d been able to hear random strangers for days leading up to Giselle’s hatching. Now… there’s nothing, no random voices or shouts or feelings. Once Giselle’s egg had cracked and she’d come out all the other voices that Ryan and Brent had been hearing had vanished.
They can both still feel Giselle and they can sometimes, if they push and focus and try, hear each other. Ryan thinks it might get easier, it’s just that the bond between the three of them is still too new, too fresh. It will most likely take a while to settle into something stable.
“Alright, I’m going to my room,” Patrick announces. “Because it’s obvious that either there’s a lot of drugs in the air to this room or everyone in it is suffering a psychotic break and really, we have a concert tomorrow, so…”
He doesn’t finish, he doesn’t finish because Pete wraps both his arms around Patrick’s waist and Giselle pulls away from Brendon and launches herself across the room.
If anything Brendon’s eyes go even wider at the sight, when Ryan looks at Spencer he looks close to hyperventilating, Zack is leaning back in the chair; head tilted back, eyes closed.
Giselle lands neatly on Spencer’s bag and looks up at him, rubbing her head against his right hand. Spencer makes another noise that Ryan can’t identify; it might be a whimper, a whine.
Giselle settles and looks at Patrick and Pete, she turns her head back to look at Ryan; he smiles at her and moves so he’s sitting on the couch instead of lying, he draws his feet up under him and leans slightly into Brent’s side.
She makes another chirping sound and then turns back to Patrick and Pete, Pete is taking a step forward already, he leans down and she looks up at him, tilts her head to the side and he rubs the back of his hand across the side of her neck.
Patrick makes a noise and Pete looks back at him.
“You should come touch her Patrick, so she knows who you are,” Pete says seriously. He reaches a hand back and when Patrick reaches out for it, probably more for something to grasp then anything else, he probably doesn’t expect Pete to yank him forward.
He stumbles slightly before he steadies himself.
Pete laces their fingers together and reaches out to Giselle once more; she eyes Patrick warily but still lets their fingers touch her back.
She chirps at them, she seems peaceful enough. She flaps her wings once, twice and then drifts her way back over to the couch. Ryan holds out an arm for her and she grabs on to it with both feet.
It had taken them the two days of traveling with Zack to get her to be able to do it. She switched between them, Brent then Ryan (and the one memorable moment earlier when she’d chosen to use Zack’s) like she was bound and determined to not play favorites.
She hops off, curling up half in Ryan’s lap, half in Brent’s. They both let their hands touch her and she lays her head down on Ryan’s thigh.
He can feel nothing but contentment from her, and knows that now that the introductions are done that she’s ready for her nap now.
He looks up and everyone is staring at them.
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Zack escorts them to their rooms when it becomes evident that Giselle is napping and Brent and Ryan aren’t going to say anything unless asked a direct question.
Spencer doesn’t even know where to start; he’s going to have to make a list in order of importance.
Starting with; Brent? What the fuck?
And then dragon; when the hell did you find a dragon egg and why didn’t you tell anybody?
And then; no, really, Brent? What the fuck?
They are in rooms on either side of the one that Brent and Ryan are evidently sharing, Spencer isn’t sure how he feels about Ryan and Brent sharing a room, and at this point he’s honestly trying not to think about it.
He’s also pretty sure that if they try the door at any point during their stay that it will be locked from Ryan and Brent’s side. Neither one of them seems inclined to interact with them more then they absolutely need to. Spencer has a feeling that they’ll be gone as soon as they can manage it.
“Did you see?” Brendon asks. He sets his bag at the foot of his bed and stands there, staring at the ugly paisley bedspread.
“The dragon? Yes, it was kind of hard to miss,” Spencer says. He will have to verify the dragons’ existence again in the morning. Just to be sure they hadn’t dreamt the whole thing.
“I was more talking about Ryan and Brent,” Brendon says.
Spencer frowns.
“With the leaning and the touching and…”
“I think if there was anything going on between Ryan and Brent that Zack would have told us,” of that Spencer was sure. Because someone was going to have to do damage control and it sure as hell wasn’t going to be Ryan. If Ryan tried they’d be married and have five kids before it all got straightened out.
“You think?” Brendon looks at him with wide eyes.
“I’m positive,” Spencer rubs at the spot in the direct center of his forehead. Maybe he has a tumor, that would maybe explain…
“He has a dragon Spencer, a real live dragon.”
Or maybe not.
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Jon appears with Tom in tow the next morning, knocking on the door to Spencer and Brendon’s room at 7 am. He comes bearing coffee which is the only reason that Spencer doesn’t kick him in the shin.
“So Zack really brought Brent back with him?” Jon asks. He’s settled himself on Spencer’s bed, back against the headboard. Tom has pulled the desk chair over and has his feet propped up by Brendon’s legs.
Brendon is still a lump under his blankets, and that is fine with Spencer. The less caffeine he manages to ingest the easier he was to handle during the day.
“It’s a long story,” Spencer sighs. He’s not explaining the dragon thing, that was sort of something you had to see to believe. And sometimes even then it wasn’t believable, he’d seen Giselle, he still isn’t sure that he hasn’t had a nervous breakdown over night and was now in a padded room drooling on himself.
“I kind of figured that you’d have Ryan under lock and key,” Jon says. He sips at his coffee, nudges Spencer’s leg with his toes.
“I just kind of assumed he was in the room that Zack was sitting outside of,” Tom says.
Spencer nods, Zack has evidently taken his threats of what he’s going to do if Ryan vanishes again to heart. He said he’d make sure that Ryan and Brent were there in the morning and evidently he was making sure of that by keeping watch on their room.
Spencer isn’t sure why it is imperative that he not let Ryan and Brent out of his sight, but he thinks he’s half worried that if he does that they really will end up married to each other.
They’re already acting like it.
“He’s sharing a room with Brent,” Spencer says, Jon raises an eyebrow, cup halted halfway to his mouth. “Yeah, I don’t even know.”
“He seemed okay though?”
Spencer nods. “Looked better anyway, not like he was going to lose his mind any second.”
“Good, good,” Jon murmurs. “Maybe Brent…”
“If you even think the words, maybe Brent is what Ryan needed to get his head on straight I will shove you off this bed and sit on you, don’t think I won’t.”
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Jon’s reaction to Giselle and Giselle’s reaction to Jon pretty much mirrors the evening before. He gapes, he gasps, she lets him scratch under her jaw.
Tom’s reaction to Giselle and Giselle’s reaction to Tom on the other hand… completely not what Spencer was expecting.
Tom gives them a few minutes before he comes in, more because his phone rings then any desire for them to have Ryan and by virtue of his not having vanished over night, Brent, to themselves for a few minutes. He stays in the hall to answer it as they go into the room.
When he finally steps in, he stops right inside the room and stares.
Eyes wide and full of disbelief and Giselle who has been getting scratches from Jon and tilting her head like she has an itch and his fingers are the only thing that are going to hit it, jerks.
Head moving to face him and she launches herself at him, Spencer jumps, prepared to grab the dragon if she is indeed attacking and instead finds Tom is holding out his arm, the same way that Ryan had the night before. Giselle grabs hold, head rubbing under Tom’s chin and chirping softly but insistently.
He glances at Ryan and Brent and neither of them looks alarmed, they are both looking at Tom with intent, serious expressions.
“Oh hi there,” Tom is whispering. “Hi, hi,” he runs a hand down her back and Giselle leans into him. “Look at you, you’re just a baby.”
“What’s her name?” he asks, looking at Ryan and Brent. Ignoring the looks of incredulous disbelief on everyone else’s faces.
“Giselle,” Brent says.
“Giselle, a pretty name for such a pretty little girl,” he says, she preens and coos at him, she rubs her head against his cheek. “When did you find her egg? I didn’t think…”
“A couple of years ago, she just hatched about a week ago,” Ryan says.
“She had a long incubation period?”
“That was probably our fault,” Brent mumbles.
“We kind of thought we were going crazy,” Ryan says.
Spencer doesn’t like the implication that Ryan and Brent had found Giselle prior to Brent being kicked out, because that would mean that Ryan has been lying to them for a lot longer then Spencer thought.
They’re sharing a look that Spencer doesn’t know how to decipher; the thought that Ryan has stuff he only shares with Brent is not sitting well with him, it feels like a rock solid lump in his stomach. He glances at Jon and Brendon and can see his own emotions plainly written over each of their faces.
“The voices can be a bit much, can’t they,” Tom looks at them both knowingly. “It’s all quiet now, though?”
“Except for Giselle, and sometimes each other. We have to concentrate for that,” Ryan says, Spencer is trying to ignore the fact that they’re sitting side by side; arms and legs touching, there is a whole lot of couch space surrounding them, they certainly don’t need to be sitting right on top of each other.
Tries to ignore the fact that Ryan and Brent can apparently hear each other in their heads. That apparently they could, at one point, hear other people besides each other in their heads.
That sort of stuff just doesn’t happen outside of movies.
“It’ll get easier.”
“She’s not reacted like that to anyone else,” Brendon says. He sounds kind of hurt by the fact that Ryan’s dragon apparently likes Tom more then she likes any of them.
“She can smell Sebastian on me,” Tom says. He gives her one last stroke and then holds out his arm so she can fly back to Ryan and Brent, she lays herself across their laps but her eyes don’t move from Tom’s face. She looks completely smitten.
“Sebastian?” Jon asks, at least he sounds as confused as Spencer feels. Tom smirks.
“That, would be my version of Giselle.”
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RATING: PG-13
PAIRING: Ryan/?
AUTHOR: Melanie
WARNINGS: This didn’t happen?
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own any of these boys. If you recognize your name press the back button right on out.
Chapter 4
They’re all staring; Ryan can’t tell if it’s him or Brent or Giselle that’s causing it.
In Brendon’s case he assumes its Giselle; he has an expression on his face that says he wants to be across the room and scooping Giselle up and snuggling her.
The others are probably staring because of Brent and him, because they’re sitting in close proximity and they aren’t fighting.
Brendon goes to take a step forward and Spencer grabs his arm, stopping him.
“Spencer,” Brendon says, it isn’t a whine though it gets fairly close. And there’s a wealth of meaning in that one word. Ryan can hear it, even though it isn’t spoken.
There’s a dragon, I want to touch it, and cuddle it and do you think Zack will let me keep it?
He and Brent would probably have something to say about any of that, but mostly about the last one and that would be an emphatic no… Brendon had got just about everything else in the split (which he should have, Brendon was at least whole and Ryan had been like a quarter of a person when he’d had that fateful meet-up with Spencer); over Ryan’s dead body could he have their dragon as well.
She was the one thing that Ryan had left, besides Brent.
“It’s not real,” Spencer says. His eyes are wide, he looks a little panicked.
“Oh she’s real,” Zack says, he rubs at the arm that Giselle had decided to use as a landing post once they’d arrived in the room and she’d made her customary checks of the light fixture.
He’d complained that her claws had dug into his arm but she hadn’t even drawn blood so far as Ryan could see.
Brent pushes himself to his feet and sits down by Ryan’s legs on the couch. It gives them a really clear view of Giselle, wings pulled close to her body, curled up against Ryan’s stomach. Ryan runs two fingers across the top of her head and she arches her back slightly, chirping at him softly.
Brendon makes a sound deep in his throat that sounds a lot like want.
“You can…” Brent looks down at Giselle and she pulls away from Ryan’s hand to look over at him. Ryan looks as well. Brent looks like he expects to get escorted out of the room now that everyone had arrived.
Like he wasn’t needed anymore; Ryan wants to tell him that he’s needed just as much as Ryan and there wasn’t a chance in hell that Giselle was just going to let him walk away. The words wouldn’t find their way out of his throat; they had a habit of doing that.
The things that he most needs to say; the words that should be said… they almost always got stuck right behind his tongue and wouldn’t move.
He touches his arm though, squeezes to remind Brent that he’s still there and so is Giselle, he can manage that much at least. Spencer makes a noise that Ryan can’t classify, Ryan doesn’t look at him, he’s waiting instead for Brent to look over at him and acknowledge that Ryan is sitting next to him.
That Ryan hasn’t gone anywhere.
Brendon pulls his arm out of Spencer’s grip and is across the room in half a second. He kneels by the couch and holds his hand out to Giselle; he doesn’t touch her, just waits for her to decide if she wants to touch him. His eyes are wide and filled with awe and wonder as he waits.
Giselle looks at him and then looks at Brent and he can feel the quiet hum of her indecision, Ryan tries to send back ‘it’s alright, it’s okay, he’s trustworthy’ and he doesn’t know if she gets it, if she understands but she touches Brendon’s fingers with her nose and Brendon’s face lights up.
“Oh,” he utters and he scratches a finger under her jaw. “Oh, hi Giselle, hi, hi.”
Giselle preens under the affection in his voice; whatever she’s picking up from Brendon she likes.
Thankfully they can’t hear anything anymore; Ryan doesn’t wonder if it’s because everyone has given up on them, because he’d been able to hear random strangers for days leading up to Giselle’s hatching. Now… there’s nothing, no random voices or shouts or feelings. Once Giselle’s egg had cracked and she’d come out all the other voices that Ryan and Brent had been hearing had vanished.
They can both still feel Giselle and they can sometimes, if they push and focus and try, hear each other. Ryan thinks it might get easier, it’s just that the bond between the three of them is still too new, too fresh. It will most likely take a while to settle into something stable.
“Alright, I’m going to my room,” Patrick announces. “Because it’s obvious that either there’s a lot of drugs in the air to this room or everyone in it is suffering a psychotic break and really, we have a concert tomorrow, so…”
He doesn’t finish, he doesn’t finish because Pete wraps both his arms around Patrick’s waist and Giselle pulls away from Brendon and launches herself across the room.
If anything Brendon’s eyes go even wider at the sight, when Ryan looks at Spencer he looks close to hyperventilating, Zack is leaning back in the chair; head tilted back, eyes closed.
Giselle lands neatly on Spencer’s bag and looks up at him, rubbing her head against his right hand. Spencer makes another noise that Ryan can’t identify; it might be a whimper, a whine.
Giselle settles and looks at Patrick and Pete, she turns her head back to look at Ryan; he smiles at her and moves so he’s sitting on the couch instead of lying, he draws his feet up under him and leans slightly into Brent’s side.
She makes another chirping sound and then turns back to Patrick and Pete, Pete is taking a step forward already, he leans down and she looks up at him, tilts her head to the side and he rubs the back of his hand across the side of her neck.
Patrick makes a noise and Pete looks back at him.
“You should come touch her Patrick, so she knows who you are,” Pete says seriously. He reaches a hand back and when Patrick reaches out for it, probably more for something to grasp then anything else, he probably doesn’t expect Pete to yank him forward.
He stumbles slightly before he steadies himself.
Pete laces their fingers together and reaches out to Giselle once more; she eyes Patrick warily but still lets their fingers touch her back.
She chirps at them, she seems peaceful enough. She flaps her wings once, twice and then drifts her way back over to the couch. Ryan holds out an arm for her and she grabs on to it with both feet.
It had taken them the two days of traveling with Zack to get her to be able to do it. She switched between them, Brent then Ryan (and the one memorable moment earlier when she’d chosen to use Zack’s) like she was bound and determined to not play favorites.
She hops off, curling up half in Ryan’s lap, half in Brent’s. They both let their hands touch her and she lays her head down on Ryan’s thigh.
He can feel nothing but contentment from her, and knows that now that the introductions are done that she’s ready for her nap now.
He looks up and everyone is staring at them.
Zack escorts them to their rooms when it becomes evident that Giselle is napping and Brent and Ryan aren’t going to say anything unless asked a direct question.
Spencer doesn’t even know where to start; he’s going to have to make a list in order of importance.
Starting with; Brent? What the fuck?
And then dragon; when the hell did you find a dragon egg and why didn’t you tell anybody?
And then; no, really, Brent? What the fuck?
They are in rooms on either side of the one that Brent and Ryan are evidently sharing, Spencer isn’t sure how he feels about Ryan and Brent sharing a room, and at this point he’s honestly trying not to think about it.
He’s also pretty sure that if they try the door at any point during their stay that it will be locked from Ryan and Brent’s side. Neither one of them seems inclined to interact with them more then they absolutely need to. Spencer has a feeling that they’ll be gone as soon as they can manage it.
“Did you see?” Brendon asks. He sets his bag at the foot of his bed and stands there, staring at the ugly paisley bedspread.
“The dragon? Yes, it was kind of hard to miss,” Spencer says. He will have to verify the dragons’ existence again in the morning. Just to be sure they hadn’t dreamt the whole thing.
“I was more talking about Ryan and Brent,” Brendon says.
Spencer frowns.
“With the leaning and the touching and…”
“I think if there was anything going on between Ryan and Brent that Zack would have told us,” of that Spencer was sure. Because someone was going to have to do damage control and it sure as hell wasn’t going to be Ryan. If Ryan tried they’d be married and have five kids before it all got straightened out.
“You think?” Brendon looks at him with wide eyes.
“I’m positive,” Spencer rubs at the spot in the direct center of his forehead. Maybe he has a tumor, that would maybe explain…
“He has a dragon Spencer, a real live dragon.”
Or maybe not.
Jon appears with Tom in tow the next morning, knocking on the door to Spencer and Brendon’s room at 7 am. He comes bearing coffee which is the only reason that Spencer doesn’t kick him in the shin.
“So Zack really brought Brent back with him?” Jon asks. He’s settled himself on Spencer’s bed, back against the headboard. Tom has pulled the desk chair over and has his feet propped up by Brendon’s legs.
Brendon is still a lump under his blankets, and that is fine with Spencer. The less caffeine he manages to ingest the easier he was to handle during the day.
“It’s a long story,” Spencer sighs. He’s not explaining the dragon thing, that was sort of something you had to see to believe. And sometimes even then it wasn’t believable, he’d seen Giselle, he still isn’t sure that he hasn’t had a nervous breakdown over night and was now in a padded room drooling on himself.
“I kind of figured that you’d have Ryan under lock and key,” Jon says. He sips at his coffee, nudges Spencer’s leg with his toes.
“I just kind of assumed he was in the room that Zack was sitting outside of,” Tom says.
Spencer nods, Zack has evidently taken his threats of what he’s going to do if Ryan vanishes again to heart. He said he’d make sure that Ryan and Brent were there in the morning and evidently he was making sure of that by keeping watch on their room.
Spencer isn’t sure why it is imperative that he not let Ryan and Brent out of his sight, but he thinks he’s half worried that if he does that they really will end up married to each other.
They’re already acting like it.
“He’s sharing a room with Brent,” Spencer says, Jon raises an eyebrow, cup halted halfway to his mouth. “Yeah, I don’t even know.”
“He seemed okay though?”
Spencer nods. “Looked better anyway, not like he was going to lose his mind any second.”
“Good, good,” Jon murmurs. “Maybe Brent…”
“If you even think the words, maybe Brent is what Ryan needed to get his head on straight I will shove you off this bed and sit on you, don’t think I won’t.”
Jon’s reaction to Giselle and Giselle’s reaction to Jon pretty much mirrors the evening before. He gapes, he gasps, she lets him scratch under her jaw.
Tom’s reaction to Giselle and Giselle’s reaction to Tom on the other hand… completely not what Spencer was expecting.
Tom gives them a few minutes before he comes in, more because his phone rings then any desire for them to have Ryan and by virtue of his not having vanished over night, Brent, to themselves for a few minutes. He stays in the hall to answer it as they go into the room.
When he finally steps in, he stops right inside the room and stares.
Eyes wide and full of disbelief and Giselle who has been getting scratches from Jon and tilting her head like she has an itch and his fingers are the only thing that are going to hit it, jerks.
Head moving to face him and she launches herself at him, Spencer jumps, prepared to grab the dragon if she is indeed attacking and instead finds Tom is holding out his arm, the same way that Ryan had the night before. Giselle grabs hold, head rubbing under Tom’s chin and chirping softly but insistently.
He glances at Ryan and Brent and neither of them looks alarmed, they are both looking at Tom with intent, serious expressions.
“Oh hi there,” Tom is whispering. “Hi, hi,” he runs a hand down her back and Giselle leans into him. “Look at you, you’re just a baby.”
“What’s her name?” he asks, looking at Ryan and Brent. Ignoring the looks of incredulous disbelief on everyone else’s faces.
“Giselle,” Brent says.
“Giselle, a pretty name for such a pretty little girl,” he says, she preens and coos at him, she rubs her head against his cheek. “When did you find her egg? I didn’t think…”
“A couple of years ago, she just hatched about a week ago,” Ryan says.
“She had a long incubation period?”
“That was probably our fault,” Brent mumbles.
“We kind of thought we were going crazy,” Ryan says.
Spencer doesn’t like the implication that Ryan and Brent had found Giselle prior to Brent being kicked out, because that would mean that Ryan has been lying to them for a lot longer then Spencer thought.
They’re sharing a look that Spencer doesn’t know how to decipher; the thought that Ryan has stuff he only shares with Brent is not sitting well with him, it feels like a rock solid lump in his stomach. He glances at Jon and Brendon and can see his own emotions plainly written over each of their faces.
“The voices can be a bit much, can’t they,” Tom looks at them both knowingly. “It’s all quiet now, though?”
“Except for Giselle, and sometimes each other. We have to concentrate for that,” Ryan says, Spencer is trying to ignore the fact that they’re sitting side by side; arms and legs touching, there is a whole lot of couch space surrounding them, they certainly don’t need to be sitting right on top of each other.
Tries to ignore the fact that Ryan and Brent can apparently hear each other in their heads. That apparently they could, at one point, hear other people besides each other in their heads.
That sort of stuff just doesn’t happen outside of movies.
“It’ll get easier.”
“She’s not reacted like that to anyone else,” Brendon says. He sounds kind of hurt by the fact that Ryan’s dragon apparently likes Tom more then she likes any of them.
“She can smell Sebastian on me,” Tom says. He gives her one last stroke and then holds out his arm so she can fly back to Ryan and Brent, she lays herself across their laps but her eyes don’t move from Tom’s face. She looks completely smitten.
“Sebastian?” Jon asks, at least he sounds as confused as Spencer feels. Tom smirks.
“That, would be my version of Giselle.”
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Date: 2009-08-20 10:42 pm (UTC)Seriously, my face is like :DDDDD right now.
I love having Tom have a dragon too, and everyones reactions to Giselle.
Looking forward to more, and especially wondering who Tom has Sebastian with, if even Jon didn't know.