You woke again. It was dark now, but you could see the room dimly from the soft glow of the moon through the windows.
You realized your hand was held by someone else’s. You raised your head slightly. Hoseok lay beside you, on his side, wearing the same clothes he had been earlier. His hand tightened around yours as you moved. You heard him make a small sound, and you realized he was frowning in his sleep.
He mumbled something you couldn’t hear. You saw the beads of sweat on his forehead, and then noticed that he was crying.
He drained it down, and yawned, and filled it once again. If I drink enough fire wine, he told himself, perhaps I’ll dream of dragons. When
he was still a lonely child in the depths of Casterly Rock, he oft rode
dragons through the nights, pretending he was some lost Targaryen
Princeling, or a Valyrian dragonlord soaring high o’er fields and
mountains. Once when his uncles asked him what gift he wanted for his
name day, he begged them for a dragon. “It wouldn’t need to be a big
one. It could be little, like I am.” His uncle Gerion thought that was
the funniest thing he had ever heard, but his uncle Tygett said, “The
last dragon died a century ago, lad.” That had seemed so monstrously
unfair that the boy had cried himself to sleep that night.
Is there a single Glee fan out there who doesn’t want Brittany and Santana to end up together? Well, if there is, SUCKS FOR THEM, because Brittana are totally, definitely, absolutely going to be a couple this season! And soon, too!
Then Simon gathered up his courage, turned and walked over to Isabelle.
Isabelle was the last person he had to say goodbye to: she would be the hardest one to say goodbye to. She wasn’t like Clary, openly tearful, or like any of the others, sorry to see him go but basically all right. She seemed more indifferent than anyone, so indifferent Simon knew it was not real.