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Jul. 30th, 2017 10:01 pmIt's been a few days now, and I'm starting to lose it a little. I've been trying not to, after all, I'm not alone. I maintain my composure for Demelza's sake especially, she has her children back home to worry about.
Not that Dragon Simon is being mean, exactly, apart from kidnapping us and keeping us trapped at the top of a tower that didn't exist two days ago. He even brought me an umbrella. It's a bit torn on the one side on account of his massive claws, but there must be some part of my Simon in his dragon brain to remember that the sunlight hurts me. He's brought pillows, food, even water cupped in his claw. He's also amassed a pile of seemingly random objects, anything shiny, really, from hubcaps to a bright silver mailbox. It's ridiculous and maddening, and no amount of pleading or coaxing has convinced him to let us down.
And then Dragon Simon brings us a blond, and that's when things get really crazy. Because the blond brings a taller man chasing after him with a sword. Simon dives after him, and I don't think he means to fight, I think he's attracted by the shine of the blade, but the man attacks and then I finally do use it. Maybe Simon is a giant fire-breathing dragon, but he's still Simon.
My Simon.
I wish suddenly vampires could turn into bats so I could swoop down and rip the fucking sword from his hand myself, but I'm useless up here. I shout spells down, anything I think I can manage without a wand, Stay Put! when he isn't even wearing a hat, Take It Away! in an attempt to rid him of the sword, to no avail. Some Like It Hot! has no effect. Even Candle In The Wind! - and I swear this one makes him nearly fall, but it could just be the fact that he's trying to stab a giant dragon.
And then something incredible happens. As he gets a few slices in, the dragon grows smaller. He stabs Simon in the chest, and in the blink of an eye Simon isn't a dragon anymore, but himself. He has large red wings and a tail, like when Katherine had kidnapped him, and he falls to the ground in a heap. A mostly human heap.
"Simon!" I yell.
Whatever spell he was under reveals a trapdoor in the floor of the tower and I rush down with the others, though not to my freedom but to Simon's side. He's naked and covered with soot, I have to touch him to make sure he's real, that he's himself again. "Simon?"
Not that Dragon Simon is being mean, exactly, apart from kidnapping us and keeping us trapped at the top of a tower that didn't exist two days ago. He even brought me an umbrella. It's a bit torn on the one side on account of his massive claws, but there must be some part of my Simon in his dragon brain to remember that the sunlight hurts me. He's brought pillows, food, even water cupped in his claw. He's also amassed a pile of seemingly random objects, anything shiny, really, from hubcaps to a bright silver mailbox. It's ridiculous and maddening, and no amount of pleading or coaxing has convinced him to let us down.
And then Dragon Simon brings us a blond, and that's when things get really crazy. Because the blond brings a taller man chasing after him with a sword. Simon dives after him, and I don't think he means to fight, I think he's attracted by the shine of the blade, but the man attacks and then I finally do use it. Maybe Simon is a giant fire-breathing dragon, but he's still Simon.
My Simon.
I wish suddenly vampires could turn into bats so I could swoop down and rip the fucking sword from his hand myself, but I'm useless up here. I shout spells down, anything I think I can manage without a wand, Stay Put! when he isn't even wearing a hat, Take It Away! in an attempt to rid him of the sword, to no avail. Some Like It Hot! has no effect. Even Candle In The Wind! - and I swear this one makes him nearly fall, but it could just be the fact that he's trying to stab a giant dragon.
And then something incredible happens. As he gets a few slices in, the dragon grows smaller. He stabs Simon in the chest, and in the blink of an eye Simon isn't a dragon anymore, but himself. He has large red wings and a tail, like when Katherine had kidnapped him, and he falls to the ground in a heap. A mostly human heap.
"Simon!" I yell.
Whatever spell he was under reveals a trapdoor in the floor of the tower and I rush down with the others, though not to my freedom but to Simon's side. He's naked and covered with soot, I have to touch him to make sure he's real, that he's himself again. "Simon?"
