“Ned, you keep that up and Mayor Gill is going to
complain. His mate doesn’t like that we’re
under their toddlers’ bedroom. Turn the
heat down on your horny imagination, okay?”
Adam reached for his mug of coffee.
Strong double espresso laced with raspberry chocolate syrup. His sweet tooth ached every time he saw
Lilly. Ned brought home free samples from her shop
thanks to the friendship he struck up with another soccer fan down at the boys
and girls club in town.
“Yeah, I know. I
don’t plan on doing more than warming the wee ones overhead snug in their beds.”
Smoke curled out of Ned’s nose. “Taming
the flame that lass set’s off is going to take more than all of Antarctica to
cool down.”
Adam shook his head, trying hard to not spray coffee on
the computer screen he looked at. He
gulped down the coffee he’d drank before Ned let loose one of his blasted
puns. “Look here,” Adam began, setting
his mug down. “Lust will melt your
guitar picks if you aren’t careful. You know
we got a recording contract to fulfill too.”
Ned flipped him the bird and stuck out his forked
tongue. With an unintended lisp, he
said, “Blowing raspberries ain’t easy with a forked tongue.”
Adam chortled. “Ah,
but think of the double pleasure we give our partner’s clitoris when we take a
few pleasing licks.”
Ned slammed his fist down on the table rattling the
coffee pot and other mugs sitting on the table.
Woody’s heavy footsteps sounded from down the hall. He called out as he approached, “Ned you
breaking tables and dishes again?”
Adam saluted Ned with his mug, and kept sipping, keeping
his eyes on the computer screen in front of him.
Woody stuck his head into the kitchen. “Well, Ned?”
“Ah come on bloke, you didn’t hear any china cracking or
a spoon hitting the floor.” Ned picked
up the pages in front of him. “Just
trading inspirational ideas with Adam to get our song writing juices going
again.”
“Fine. Remember,
this lair is our home, not some hole in the ground or dank musty wet cave.” Woody started back down the hall, calling
out again. “And, mate shopping can wait
until the CD is done.”
“Frack!” Ned cursed, flames shooting out of his
mouth.
Adam picked up the fire extinguisher near the table,
pointed one end of the hose at him. “Antarctica is melting fast enough. Calm your dragon down.”
Ned narrowed his eyes and laid both hands on the table as
he leaned forward. The glow in his eyes
grew until only yellow remained visible.
He blinked, exhaled, and stuck
out his tongue. Three golden red medium
sized charcoals landed on the table close to a heavy metal cover dish center of
the table.
Adam reached over, picked up the tongs laying on the lay
under the dish and handed them to Ned. “Thanks
for reminding me. Take care of yours
while I get mine under control.”
Adam closed his eyes.
He never liked displaying his off antics. The group agreed that keeping tabs on each
other worked better than having an outsider freaking out every time they separated
their internal dragon from their essential core. Ned would need to see his eye color change
and the coals end up on the table. Hazel
colored eyes didn’t take well to the blast of heat and corralling of the energy
that took place. His human heritage came
out from time to time and his eye color was one of them.
Adam opened his eyes, looked up until his gaze met Ned’s. Ned nodded.
Adam leaned forward, laid both hands on the table and muttered an
ancient Gaelic curse. Heat rose from
deep in his groin, pushing upwards until beads of sweat rolled off his brow. He repeated the curse again, tasting smoke, and the flash of heat rising up
his throat. Opening his mouth, he stuck
out his tongue, four similar sized coals landed on the table. Ned handed him the tongs. The lid on the dish clattered shut shortly
thereafter. A red ring grew in size
where the top of the bowl and the lid met.
Two of the band knew the words that unlocked the bowl’s magic. Each knew half of the spell. That way neither could grab the power the
coals held from any of the others.
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Happy Weekend Gang!
Ned and Adam are back and their story moves forward. Dragons with dual essences, wow! These guys are different for sure. This is going to be one interesting story it looks like.
Fall is definitely in the air. Nights are cooler from time to time. Some leaves are already changing color. The heat strikes out with Summer not wanting to yield its time. Who can blame it? That cold blast lasting into March makes me want to start buying up longjohns now!
Remember to keep a few good books handy to share with loves and Spice. I know I am!
Until Next Week,
Solara
2 comments:
I'm reading a book with dragon shifters in it and yours are so much more interesting. And fun. Run with this for as long as the muse allows.
Dragons with magical coals, too cool. Or, too HOT... this is dragony fascinating. Yeah, don't melt those guitar picks. ~smiles~
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