Today's blog post is brought to you by a mind completely obsessed with George R.R. Martin’s “A Dance With Dragons.” I got little and less done this week because said book was released last Tuesday. As I didn’t plan ahead and write anything before I sat down to read that lovely tomb of medieval magic and mummery, I had to wing it. In the spirit of shape shifter sexiness, I have prepared a bit of flash fiction involving the sexiest werewolf on TV right now: Jon Snow from “A Game of Thrones.” He also qualifies as a nice bit of dark and brooding eye candy. Enjoy!
“Tell me what three things have you learned today.”
Cami sullenly eyed her brother. This game was ridiculous. Whatever. It was worth it, right?
“I know that Sivakka went on a little vacation to Alaska last week because some fisherman snapped a picture of her,” she said dejectedly. This was really not a dignified way to spend her time, spying on the Talbot’s Peak for her socially awkward twin.
“This is good to know,” Camron said, mimicking the kind man from George R.R. Martin’s Fire and Ice series. “What else did you learn today?”
“Really? Can’t you go snoop on people yourself?”
“If you want to win you have to play the game,” Camron said with a smirk.
“Fine. Jasmin’s got a date with both Rolly and Tomas next Friday night,” Cami muttered disgustedly.
“At the same time?” Camron squeaked. Cami watched him gulp excitedly. She rolled her eyes and shook her head. Life as a fourteen-year-old wolf would be a lot nicer if she didn’t have to share it with a hormonally immature brother.
“Yes, at the same time. Cats do things differently than wolves, you dope.”
“I’m not a dope. I’m conducting an experiment in shifter sociology—“
“No, you are being a perv,” Cami snapped. “It makes me feel dirty spying on shes twice my age for my dirty little brother.”
“I’m bigger than you,” Camron said mulishly.
“But I’m three minutes older than you. That makes me the elder and you the younger.”
“But I’m still the one in control,” he snipped back. “And if you want your prize, you will tell me the third thing you learned today.”
“I learned that my twin has an unhealthy fixation on fems and uses me to spy on them because he knows they’d wipe the floor with his perverted little butt if they caught him playing the peeping wolf.”
“Hey! That doesn’t count!”
“It does too now give me my poster!”
“No, that isn’t how the game is played—“
“Go stuff your game, Camron and give me back my Jon Snow poster or I’ll make you bleed!