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thecapitol2015-01-10 06:47 pm
smirkwood) wrote in thecapitol2015-01-10 06:47 pm
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[Closed] Do not talk to me of dragon fire...
Who| Thranduil & DRAGON!!! Iskierka
What|DRAGON!!! Thranduil finds out that his fellow D1 tribute is a dragon.
Where| D1 common room
When| January 10th
Warnings/Notes| cw: panic attacks and flashbacks, that sort of thing.
Elves do not usually sleep under normal circumstances. While being in this new and strange land was decidedly not normal, Thranduil still had a hard time accepting the fact that his body was telling him he had need to. That would be why he slept so little since his arrival.
It was nearly dawn when the Elvenking found his eyes closing as he sat in his preferred high backed chair in the corner of the common area of the training center. He did not want to sleep - it left one vulnerable - but if he must sleep he would at least rather do it in private.
Therefore with that thought in mind, the king makes use of the elevator, strange as it was, to go to his somewhat more private chamber. It still irked him that he had to share the entirety of the suite, but there was not much he could do about it at the moment.
When the doors open, he steps inside, but there was a strange sight before him. One that he could hardly believe was real, but none the less had him frozen in place.
What|
Where| D1 common room
When| January 10th
Warnings/Notes| cw: panic attacks and flashbacks, that sort of thing.
Elves do not usually sleep under normal circumstances. While being in this new and strange land was decidedly not normal, Thranduil still had a hard time accepting the fact that his body was telling him he had need to. That would be why he slept so little since his arrival.
It was nearly dawn when the Elvenking found his eyes closing as he sat in his preferred high backed chair in the corner of the common area of the training center. He did not want to sleep - it left one vulnerable - but if he must sleep he would at least rather do it in private.
Therefore with that thought in mind, the king makes use of the elevator, strange as it was, to go to his somewhat more private chamber. It still irked him that he had to share the entirety of the suite, but there was not much he could do about it at the moment.
When the doors open, he steps inside, but there was a strange sight before him. One that he could hardly believe was real, but none the less had him frozen in place.