The Reading of Twilight's Dawn
Summery: Surreal gets a hold of a new book...and feels the urge to share with the rest of the group. =Our reaction to Twilight's Dawn and the fallout surrounding it.=
Disclaimer: We do not own the Black Jewel Trilogy, and if we did... well, Twilight's Dawn would never have been written.
Author's Note: This started out as a crack!fic, but it's grown into something very fun. It makes us feel better about Twilight's Dawn, and we hope it does the same for you, too. And for the record, this is a joint effort between two authors, and we apologize for any weird jumps or mistakes. Feel free to write a review and let us know if you spot any mistakes or just to tell us you're reading.
Surreal slapped her hand across her mouth, trying to muffle the sound that was a cross between a laugh and a gasp of horror. It failed, and Daemon looked up from his desk, curious.
"I told you not to eat whatever that was Lucivar cooked." Daemon reminded her, looking at her over the top of his glasses.
"Lucivar can cook?" Surreal exclaimed in surprise. "I mean... it's not that. I got this book earlier."
Daemon set his papers down on the table in front of him and looked at her closer. "I distinctly remember the last time you found a book that amusing. Am I going to have to kill someone else now?"
Surreal swallowed the bitter taste in her mouth and the mention of Jarvis Jenkell before shaking her head. "No, it's not like that." She gave him her scariest grin. "I'm pregnant!"
Surreal had never seen that particular expression before. Especially not from Daemon.
"You're WHAT?" He thundered.
"At least, that's what the book says..."
"I -" Daemon shook his head, "The book is about you?"
"Us, Daemon. Specifically you and me... having babies."
"WHAT?" She could swear that the library rattled with his voice. For a moment she wondered if it would have been safer to have this conversation with a few buffers around. Perhaps Jaenelle and Saetan might have been a good choice.
Or maybe not them, she thought as she scanned a few pages ahead in the book.
Daemon made a distressed sound in the back of his throat and she looked up
again. She could have sworn he normally had more color in his face...
Taking pity on him, she decided to explain, "Apparently this author finds us fascinating, so she decided to write a story about us."
"I - can she do that?" Daemon asked, clearing his voice a few time to get his voice to hold strong.
"Artistic license, Daemon. And killing her now will just make the book more popular."
"But...She...I...Why were we having babies? What happened to Jaenelle?" Daemon was clearly still struggling with the concept of books.
"Well," Surreal began, "She... I ...Maybe you should just read it." She sighed. "But please don't destroy it. I want to have it around for later amusement."
Surreal held out the book, but Daemon stood up and moved towards the door instead.
"Come on, Surreal."
"Where are we going?" Surreal stood up slowly, concerned by his blank face. There was no cold rage, and she felt lost.
"We," He held the door open for her, "Are going to go buy a few more copies. If we are going to do this, we are going to do it right."