When I have time to do homework, I write fanfiction, and when I have time to write fanfiction, I draw, and when I have time to draw, I feel like I'm wasting my time. Or I go on tumblr and look at gifs of British boy bands. But mostly I work! D:
Goliath spoilers ahead~
chars © Scotty boy
Volger approached the cabin door and withheld the exasperated sigh that would be unbecoming of a man of his standing. Forget that it was late in the evening and no one was around to hear him; it simply wouldn't do for him to make a fuss over this. It wasn't something he had any particular inclination to do, but alas, it was something he must. It was for the boy, really.
The wildcount rapped on the door twice. He heard a bit of shuffling and supposed he'd caught the midshipman somewhere between disguises. He waited a moment while she made herself decent, cursing quietly the entire time (how unladylike; he would have to do something about that), until he heard, "Come in. It's not locked."
Volger opened the door slowly and stood hesitantly at the threshold. "I'm sorry to disturb you, Miss—pardon me—Mr. Sharp. Did I wake you?"
She was sitting up in bed with her nightshirt on and that thing on her knee under the covers, thank heavens, and looking at him like he was a fab from another planet. Clearly she hadn't expected it to be him at the door this late. "Oh… Er, no. Can I help you with anything? Count?"
"Oh, no, no. I was just checking in on you." He cleared his throat, trying to sound less rehearsed. "Was there anything you needed before you turn in? A glass of water, perhaps? Tea?"
He didn't miss the twitch of her lip or the completely bewildered tilt of her eyebrows, even in the dim lighting. "I think I'll be fine, thank you… I appreciate the concern though; that's very… considerate of you."
"Yes, well," he clasped his hands and mustered up a smile, "I suppose you and I shall be seeing quite a lot of each other." Try as he might, the irritation he felt did not leave his voice untainted. Deryn had heard about the row he'd had with Alek, but really, what could the man do about it now unless he fancied popping in a rebreather and going for a dive in the Hudson?
Evidently, try and make friends with his future-sort-of-daughter-in-law.
She didn't have to make quite the same effort to smile back, with that thought at the front of her mind. "Aye. Thanks again."
He nodded curtly. "Goodnight, Miss Sharp. Sleep well."
"And yourself."
And with that he left and shut the door softly behind him.
Deryn waited several heartbeats before sinking back into her pillows. "Okay, you can come out now," she whispered.
A pair of legs popped out from under her bunk, followed by an arm and a torso and a head with the dark curls all disheveled. "That was certainly unexpected," Alek said as he got up.
"Glass of water, my bum," Deryn added, scooching over in the bed to make room for her stowaway. "He must've noticed your empty cabin."
Alek got in under the covers beside her and muttered, "Blast. I thought the cushions and loris under the covers would take care of that."
"Do you think he'll be back?"
"Probably not. I doubt he wants to walk in on us anymore than we want him to."
"Brilliant then." Leaning toward him Deryn slipped one hand around his waist and entangled another in his hair, bringing him closer. She flashed a wicked grin and whispered right up against his lips, "Now, where were we?"