Dang...writing this disclaimer ruined my plan. See, without it, there's 777
words in this chapter. No reason, I guess, just the way it happened. Eh.
Okay, I'm in a weird mood lately. Very weird. Last night I dreamt that Red
was being nice to Gir, as in hugging him in a paternal way. Now, you and I
both know that's just not right.
Whatever.what I mean to say, is, my chapters are reflecting my attitude. Live with it.
Long after Nny retired to his chamber that night, he could hear Gally clanking around in the attic, sorting out the piles of twisted scrap. Finally, around three or four in the morning, he saw her winged shadow pad silently through the hallway. He slid his new Die-ary into the drawer of his desk and took off his headphones. The shadow stopped in front of his room. He tensed a bit; having a fifteen-foot dragon walking around would take some getting used to.
Gally stuck her head into Johnny's room. The little blue dragonet was curled sleepily around her sinewy neck. "Not very sleepy?"
He sighed and stretched. "Not really. I've gotten into the habit of not sleeping, although I enjoyed my little nap last night."
Gaeldrisan shuffled her wings, causing the candles that lit Nny's room to flicker. The effect made Gally's angular head look demonic and dark. "Wanna go for a fly?"
"Excuse me?"
"Go flying. Go for a flight. Come on. There's a three-quarter moon tonight. A waning gibbous."
Nny cocked his head quizzically. "No offence or anything, but I nearly fell of three times last time I went flying. I'm quite fine."
"C'mon," Gally smirked cajolingly. " I could remedy that."
Nny leaned one elbow on the desk. "And what exactly does that mean? Are you going to make a saddle or something? I said I'm fine."
Gally snorted in exasperation. "Just follow me, you narrow-minded bean head. It'll be fun."
Nny jumped out of his chair, seething. "I am NOT narrow-minded! Only the fools who refuse to see their own trails of FILTH can be placed into that classification!! Just because I won't follow you gives you absolutely no right to make false accusations about me!! You don't know me!! You just dragged me here and pretended to be my friends, you and that little alien idiot!!"
Gally regarded him unblinkingly, revealing no emotions, never taking her eyes off Johnny's heaving frame. Keladian leaned forward on his Mistress's shoulder and hissed angrily. He began to feel cold inside, and looked away from the fierce, soulless depth of her eyes.
"You're not reacting like most other people do," he mumbled after a minute. "Most people start.screaming, or crying."
"Do they? Are you not also making false conclusions about me now, by classifying me with the 'other people?' Are you aware that you made at least one false accusation in your' little rant? That you claimed Zim to be a little green idiot, when in his own scary way, he has more intelligence and charisma than you yourself do? How often do you succumb to the habits you preach against?"
Johnny said nothing, only worked at keeping his breathing even. Silence stretched between them for many minutes.
"Most people." Gally mused to herself, "Most people would take whatever gift a dragon offered them, so entranced by their own foolish visions of medieval dragonlore. Most people.." She trailed off.
"I'm not most people either," Johnny mumbled after a moment.
"So it's agreed." A second later, Gally was standing before Nny in her human body, clad in a sleek black dress. She held out her hand. "We don't classify anymore. Ourselves, our victims, each other."
Nny stared at her hand. A nasty gash ran from below her ring finger into her sleeve.
"What happened to your.uh.you hand?" he questioned feebly.
"You," she stated simply. "So, is it a deal?" Her Guardian coiled his tail around her neck and preened his tail.
Johnny hesitantly reached forward and took the girls hand, careful not to touch the wound. Gally squeezed his proffered fist, locking his hand in a firm grasp. Nny felt his hand begin to lose blood flow, her strength was so great.
Her piercing eyes sought out his. Nny felt vulnerable, naked against the onslaught of violet. He nodded.
"Because one day," Gally began, serious and quiet, "One day it will mean life to not underestimate someone. Because they, to, can be multi-faceted, showing one thing, doing another. It's best to keep your mind open to find these people. They never want to help you, for sure. It's that important."
Nny nodded solemnly. She didn't respond as most people did to his rage; maybe it was their response that triggered some sort of primal, sadistic glee, making him do things he wouldn't normally consider.
"So." Gally shifted back into her dragon form and headed out the door. "You coming?"
Okay, sorry about the weird endings I've put on my fics lately. I want to write shorter chapters so I can post more often, but sometimes I get carried away. Read and review, please! Thank ya much!
Whatever.what I mean to say, is, my chapters are reflecting my attitude. Live with it.
Long after Nny retired to his chamber that night, he could hear Gally clanking around in the attic, sorting out the piles of twisted scrap. Finally, around three or four in the morning, he saw her winged shadow pad silently through the hallway. He slid his new Die-ary into the drawer of his desk and took off his headphones. The shadow stopped in front of his room. He tensed a bit; having a fifteen-foot dragon walking around would take some getting used to.
Gally stuck her head into Johnny's room. The little blue dragonet was curled sleepily around her sinewy neck. "Not very sleepy?"
He sighed and stretched. "Not really. I've gotten into the habit of not sleeping, although I enjoyed my little nap last night."
Gaeldrisan shuffled her wings, causing the candles that lit Nny's room to flicker. The effect made Gally's angular head look demonic and dark. "Wanna go for a fly?"
"Excuse me?"
"Go flying. Go for a flight. Come on. There's a three-quarter moon tonight. A waning gibbous."
Nny cocked his head quizzically. "No offence or anything, but I nearly fell of three times last time I went flying. I'm quite fine."
"C'mon," Gally smirked cajolingly. " I could remedy that."
Nny leaned one elbow on the desk. "And what exactly does that mean? Are you going to make a saddle or something? I said I'm fine."
Gally snorted in exasperation. "Just follow me, you narrow-minded bean head. It'll be fun."
Nny jumped out of his chair, seething. "I am NOT narrow-minded! Only the fools who refuse to see their own trails of FILTH can be placed into that classification!! Just because I won't follow you gives you absolutely no right to make false accusations about me!! You don't know me!! You just dragged me here and pretended to be my friends, you and that little alien idiot!!"
Gally regarded him unblinkingly, revealing no emotions, never taking her eyes off Johnny's heaving frame. Keladian leaned forward on his Mistress's shoulder and hissed angrily. He began to feel cold inside, and looked away from the fierce, soulless depth of her eyes.
"You're not reacting like most other people do," he mumbled after a minute. "Most people start.screaming, or crying."
"Do they? Are you not also making false conclusions about me now, by classifying me with the 'other people?' Are you aware that you made at least one false accusation in your' little rant? That you claimed Zim to be a little green idiot, when in his own scary way, he has more intelligence and charisma than you yourself do? How often do you succumb to the habits you preach against?"
Johnny said nothing, only worked at keeping his breathing even. Silence stretched between them for many minutes.
"Most people." Gally mused to herself, "Most people would take whatever gift a dragon offered them, so entranced by their own foolish visions of medieval dragonlore. Most people.." She trailed off.
"I'm not most people either," Johnny mumbled after a moment.
"So it's agreed." A second later, Gally was standing before Nny in her human body, clad in a sleek black dress. She held out her hand. "We don't classify anymore. Ourselves, our victims, each other."
Nny stared at her hand. A nasty gash ran from below her ring finger into her sleeve.
"What happened to your.uh.you hand?" he questioned feebly.
"You," she stated simply. "So, is it a deal?" Her Guardian coiled his tail around her neck and preened his tail.
Johnny hesitantly reached forward and took the girls hand, careful not to touch the wound. Gally squeezed his proffered fist, locking his hand in a firm grasp. Nny felt his hand begin to lose blood flow, her strength was so great.
Her piercing eyes sought out his. Nny felt vulnerable, naked against the onslaught of violet. He nodded.
"Because one day," Gally began, serious and quiet, "One day it will mean life to not underestimate someone. Because they, to, can be multi-faceted, showing one thing, doing another. It's best to keep your mind open to find these people. They never want to help you, for sure. It's that important."
Nny nodded solemnly. She didn't respond as most people did to his rage; maybe it was their response that triggered some sort of primal, sadistic glee, making him do things he wouldn't normally consider.
"So." Gally shifted back into her dragon form and headed out the door. "You coming?"
Okay, sorry about the weird endings I've put on my fics lately. I want to write shorter chapters so I can post more often, but sometimes I get carried away. Read and review, please! Thank ya much!