Okay, so I just totally wrote this in...not even five minutes. I don't even know why. I'm on a streak on completeing old works of mine, so you might be seeing more at some point in the future. Hopefully it won't be another year.
If AC owned Eragon, it'd be even gayer than it already is.
Oromis watched as Eragon sat on his stump, deep in thought. Oromis stared intently at his young apprentice. Then, Eragon twitched. His eyes shot open and he looked around, confused. He shook his head, and returned to meditation.
Oromis smirked. He stared intently at Eragon again. Again, the rider twitched, looked around, and returned to meditation.
Glaedr asked Oromis, through their mind-link, What are you doing?
Oromis tapped his fingers against the trunk of a tree. Having some fun.
Oromis could "hear" Glaedr sigh. By torturing the poor boy?
It's not torture, Oromis responded.
Another sigh. Oromis, those thoughts you're sending him are not very...proper.
He likes them.
How do you know?
Oromis let Glaedr look through his eyes for a moment.
...Oh...
Told ya he liked it!
Okay...but remember, he's thousands of years younger than you.
So?
So take it easy. I don't want you being more tired than you really need to be.
Oromis blew some of his white bangs from his face. I'm not that old.
Really? Then what are you?
Oromis smiled widely, even though no one could really see it. A pervert.