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!
7 comments:
LOL...Ah the lives of brothers and sisters. I wonder what shifter parents say to their kids about calling them at work during the summer? Clearly the blood thing wouldn't work here...
Maybe it's "Don't call unless the internal organs are showing!"
By the by...ya gotta love the life of those cats! ~wink~
Great flash, Rebecca!
Rebecca, oh, am I ever entertained! Great flash, and a dark brooding sexy wolfman. And, yeah, Cami, give it him. Make him bleed if you have to.
Really, right? There are a limited number of hot werewolf guys on TV for a young teen she-solf to crush on. Swiping her poster of said stud ought to be worth a little bleeding at the very least!
Today I learned that shapeshifter males don't mature any faster than their human counterparts. Hang in there, Cami!
Maybe I should see if the library has the book version of Game of Thrones. I don't see the point in shelling out money for HBO. Netflix, however ... may have to think about that.
Rebecca, ooh, I hope I said that right. I am on HER side!
The book version is waaaay better than HBO's, though the screen play was written by George R.R. Martin and is pretty good in and of itself. If you are only relying on the TV show version, you will not yet be aware of the fact that Jon Snow is a worg (aka werewolf).
And to be honest, I will own up to liberally filling this post with puns and word-plays off the books.
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