Bartholomew
“They’re still flammable even once the sun stops botherin’ em idiot,” he chides, but it’s far more flippant than the scorching, forked-tongue rebukes of moments prior. “Unless ya think sun rays and fire are the same strength?” Its clear neither wants to admit to being wrong, and Bart is more than willing to gripe over details until the cows come home. “And I felt her fire when ya used her to threaten me, dumbass.” The spot of warmth that had been leveraged against him unsuccessfully because of Bart’s general lack of self-preservation skills.
The pout of frustration smells like victory, and Bart barks a laugh and concedes the point easily enough. “Sure, if ya wanna word it that way. Just don’t wanna see people straight up die.” Peering awkwardly over his shoulder at the dragon on his back, he raises a brow at her while still speaking down to Talyson. “Clearly y’ain’t here to do that though, so if ya tell me why yer here I guess I’ll help ya. As an apology or something.” For the tackle and punch, but not for the inquisition.
The pout of frustration smells like victory, and Bart barks a laugh and concedes the point easily enough. “Sure, if ya wanna word it that way. Just don’t wanna see people straight up die.” Peering awkwardly over his shoulder at the dragon on his back, he raises a brow at her while still speaking down to Talyson. “Clearly y’ain’t here to do that though, so if ya tell me why yer here I guess I’ll help ya. As an apology or something.” For the tackle and punch, but not for the inquisition.
They say I need therapy 'Cause I've got no symmetry
but maybe I just don't fit in
but maybe I just don't fit in
