Lyton: Early Morning Practice

Dec 03, 2007 23:27

The next morning, Draco woke up early, and snuck out of bed, after placing a kiss on his fiancee's cheek while she slept. They would be heading back to Vane, with a detour to Lann soon. But he got dressed, and headed outside, close to the lake for practice. It was just a little after sunrise now, and the early morning sun glittered on the watery ( Read more... )

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gorgonfondness December 4 2007, 04:46:53 UTC
Aw, and Mia was just getting to the good part.

She was having this lovely and hopefully recurring dream about their wedding. Quite a bit of it was a blur, but they were just up to the part where the priest said, "You may kiss the bride." Draco was just lifting up her veil and leaning in for the kiss when the oddest roar started in the Meribian Sea.

Draco had looked up and murmured, "What was that?"

Mia looked at him a little and asked, "What does it matter, dear?" She leaned up a little and his attention was back to her for a moment.

Until the roar got louder.

"Now I know I hear something," he insisted, turning away from her again.

She pouted and impatiently said, "Draco..."

And it was about here that she woke up with a little "Huh?" and a real pout this time.

Until she realized Draco was gone.

And the roaring was real.

She tossed on a nightgown and looked out the window.

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dragonofgrey December 4 2007, 05:03:59 UTC
Outside, the resulting wave took him out into the lake, and he sputtered as he finally surfaced above the water. He then swam for shore, cursing a mile a minute under his breath as he finally got back on shore, still soaked and dripping with lakewater.

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gorgonfondness December 4 2007, 05:10:12 UTC
She moved to the wall beside the window and, once out of sight, starts giggling.

"I better put the tea on so he doesn't get too cold."

She tosses a bathrobe on over her nightgown, grabs some towels, and puts the kettle on.

And yawns.

"I swear, what is he doing out there this early?"

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dragonofgrey December 4 2007, 05:33:16 UTC
Draco was still muttering under his breath as he stomped his way back to the guest house. Normally he could magic himself dry, but had left his wand back inside.

"Sodding misfiring magio!" he declared darkly as he entered, "Supposed to just be a simple water spell!"

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