Skylar wanted to scream at him. Couldn’t he give her some space and listen to her?! And how dare he kiss her when she was this angry. The temperature dropped by thirty degrees as Skylar forcibly pushed Jay back. “Seriously, Jay can you just keep your hands off of me for five minutes and let me think!”
Jay frowned, "Listen Babe, If you're going to keep acting like this I think I'm gonna need some space," Jay knew, he had to be right, that Skylar would come crying back to him, as soon as he turned around. He made the move to walk away.
“If I keep acting like this?” She said with a hand on her chest and a mockingly innocent tone. “Oh my gosh, Jay.” She continued with an eye roll. “You are being so ridiculous right now. I think I’m gonna need space if you keep acting like this.”
Jay stormed off, to go pout to his father. Hopefully the Catcher had caughten that maniac shadow by now…
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The fire protèges came back from their ‘flight practice’, more like searching for Rvan, to find Draco on his computer. They hadn’t found a trace of the shadow dragon friend.
Draco was in the middle of reading an article on Rvan, all of it just spectating and guessing, when a notification for a new email popped up.
Dear Draco Legocio,
As the representative for the Council, I must inform you of the actions we've took based on events of late. Due to recent circumstances, the Council has taken the liberty to put the shadow draman's powers to a better use. You are no longer responsible for the shadow draman
-Maximus McKellin
Draco's breathing stopped for a few moments, "Sh-t."
(Am I RPing by myself now? ;n;)
Draco sent out a string of more curses, catching the attention of the fire protèges.
“Whoa, he can swear.” Gregory mumbled.
“Of course he can swear.” Nula growled at Gregory and then, turned to Draco. “What is it, Draco?”
(Hey would u mind playing some of the protégés or Draco?)
(I do Draco, I do Kyle, Nula if I must)
Draco pinched his temple and turned the computer towards them. Kyle went pale.
“Oh gosh.” Thalia muttered and quickly covered her mouth with her hands. Her eyes became watery. Most people thought Thalia’s parents had been thrown in prison because they weren’t dramans. Although, Draco had done a little digging and discovered that they had actually been sent to the labs…and met there deaths there. Now, Rvan was there all alone.
Kyle noticed how Thalia reacted. It nearly confirmed his suspicions, the water in her eyes. Thalia liked Rvan as Kyle liked her. Kyle shook away the thought. It didn’t matter if Thalia liked him or not, in fact, it only made the situation more dire, “What do we need to do? To get him out?”
“You do realize we would be declaring war on the Council if we dared to pull off a stunt like that.” Nula said sadly as she shoved her small hands into her tiny pockets.
“But we can’t just leave him there.” Gregory pleaded. “He may not be the same element or have been apart of our team for long…but he is still a member of our fire team.”
“We need to save him,” Kyle reaffirmed, glancing at Thalia. If it made her happy, he would do it.
“Nula has a valid point Gregory.” Draco said with a sigh. “The Council is very powerful and someone we do not want as our enemy. Fortunately, though there are other ways to make the Council eager to obey us.”
“How?” Kyle asked whilst furrowing his brow.
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Draco was standing on the balcony that was just above the dome of the starry night and just above the flashing city. The was a cool breeze that made the dragon inside of him beg him to be set free. Draco wondered if the deep instinctual urge to return to his dragon form would ever leave him. He wondered if he would still miss flying up to the very day he would fall asleep on his deathbed. Draco winced at the thought. Surely it has to get easier. He rationalized, even though a large part of him doubted that. Draco absently glanced at his watch. Maximus was ten minutes late as usual.
Maximus strolled in, his cane just for fashion. He had just come from a conversation with his son about how that uncontrollable shadow draman needed to be punished harder. He saw the fire leader waiting for him on his balcony, “Draco, what brings you here?” Maximus asked, although he was sure of his response.
“I am in need of a favor, Maximus.” Draco replied while he tapped the of the large, ebony brief case with pointer finger three times.
(There a lot of cash in the brief case BTW. Also, the Council pretends to the people who love dramans and defend their rights so Maximus will probably spit out those lies at Draco even though both men know the Council isn’t concerned about the well being of any of the dramans.)
“What kind of favor, Maximus? You do remember the… other favors I’ve made to protect your draman right, don’t you?” Maximus offered a curt smile, not taking his eyes off the brief case.
“Why yes, I remember the negotiations very fondly,” Draco replied with a devious smile. (They almost got into a fist fight the last time they talked about bribes) “Although, I figured I would sweeten the deal a little to make this more appetizing, let’s say.”
“Hmm? You have my attention,” Maximus responded, twisting his ring that sat on his finger.