Post by plzkthnks on Aug 12, 2012 19:07:42 GMT 1
-Creative?-
-Draco could get creative; it involved rope and vice grips, but he could certainly get creative-
-creativity was a lesson his father had given him on more than occassion-
-but creativity was.. messy, and right now, he was trying to be effecient-
-which was clearly working out so well for him-
-he watched as she dodged his dragon again and again and he tried to calculate her next move-
-just as he thought he was learning a pattern, he sensed someone behind him-
-his dragon stilled and before he could properly react, he heard a low growl from behind-
-someone grabbed at his arms, twisting them behind his back and he could feel breath against his neck-
Care for a breath mint?
-he muttered, temporarily distracted and scrunching up his face-
-a light brush of teeth and Draco twisted his arms against their grasp-
-luckily for him, his father had trained him on getting out of situations like this-
-it had been a long night and he had been but ten, cold and shivering in the dungeons until he had figured it out for himself-
-and every night that fortnight-
-locks his jaw at the feeling of their grip, much stronger than what he had practiced with before, tightening around his skin and nearly tearing at muscle-
-he managed to nearly free one arm within a matter of seconds and twisted backward, landing a solid blow to their abdomen with his elbow and sliding said arm from their grasp, just enough to direct his wand-
Demoveo!
-a hard wind shoots from the tip of his wand, prying his arms free from the vampire's grip and blasting them back into a nearby tomb-
-turns, keeping an eye on both the girl and the apparent vampire-
-offers a sneer-
-stupid things-
-Draco could get creative; it involved rope and vice grips, but he could certainly get creative-
-creativity was a lesson his father had given him on more than occassion-
-but creativity was.. messy, and right now, he was trying to be effecient-
-which was clearly working out so well for him-
-he watched as she dodged his dragon again and again and he tried to calculate her next move-
-just as he thought he was learning a pattern, he sensed someone behind him-
-his dragon stilled and before he could properly react, he heard a low growl from behind-
-someone grabbed at his arms, twisting them behind his back and he could feel breath against his neck-
Care for a breath mint?
-he muttered, temporarily distracted and scrunching up his face-
-a light brush of teeth and Draco twisted his arms against their grasp-
-luckily for him, his father had trained him on getting out of situations like this-
-it had been a long night and he had been but ten, cold and shivering in the dungeons until he had figured it out for himself-
-and every night that fortnight-
-locks his jaw at the feeling of their grip, much stronger than what he had practiced with before, tightening around his skin and nearly tearing at muscle-
-he managed to nearly free one arm within a matter of seconds and twisted backward, landing a solid blow to their abdomen with his elbow and sliding said arm from their grasp, just enough to direct his wand-
Demoveo!
-a hard wind shoots from the tip of his wand, prying his arms free from the vampire's grip and blasting them back into a nearby tomb-
-turns, keeping an eye on both the girl and the apparent vampire-
-offers a sneer-
-stupid things-
