What The F*** (language warning)

Half Moon Bay Weyr - Weyrling Barracks

Inside the wooden building fresh air circulates from the many open windows lining the two longest walls. Outside, you can see many tropical trees and shrubs. The walls and ceiling of the barracks are made of slats that have been pegged together tightly. Overhead are beams from which electric lights have been strung. The floor is of black volcanic stone, rubbed to a smoothness that will not hurt the tender claws of young dragons.
Along each of the two longer walls are cots set up next to rounded depressions in the stone. There are enough areas available for all of the young dragons and their new riders with room to spare. At the back of the barracks are trunks with oiling supplies and bins where fresh meat is delivered until the dragonets learn to hunt for themselves.

What the actual fuck.

This is the thought that is running through Sevran… S’van’s head as he lays awake. Only this time, it has nothing to do with a bronzerider, and everything to do with a bronze dragon. *His* bronze dragon. For real. There is a dragon sleeping near him. And it’s his. Or he was his. He certainly felt more like he belonged to Aedeluth, and not the other way around.

“What the fuck,” because what else is he gonna say?

The whir and hum is finally damped. Not gone, but manageable. He can actually think again, though the distinct ‘presence’ in his brain is distraction enough. Whatever he thought Impression would be, this was NOT it. And now, in the dark, he was finally getting a chance to process it. To process him.


It was sweet and sour at the same time, that name. It was wonder and fear. It was surprise and joy, but also anxiety and a heavy sense of dread. What the fuck has he gotten himself into?

A little shift on his cot, and he can see the bronze completely. Asleep he looks peaceful. He looks safe. He looks like any other baby dragon, really. Maybe a little plain, from a distance. Brilliantly detailed up close. But when he was awake? The whir, and the buzz, and the constant hum was going to take some time to get used to, that was for sure. It was the presence of personality that had him unable to sleep. Worse, yet better, than anything he’d ever felt before. Complete, and yet totally estranged at the same time. He was his partner, but Sev felt totally outmatched. Completely outmanned. Like he needed two of himself to stand a chance against the… force that was Aedeluth.


Cause what else was he gonna do? He was stuck with him- and there was no way Sev would give him back even if he could. He was already part of him, already ingrained, seeped into every cell of him, mind-body-soul, they were one. Him and Aedeluth. Aedeluth and him. The same, yet separate.

And this was only the beginning.

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