Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150505163801/@comment-5543592-20150505213351

“How about her?”   Teased Jean, shoving Ferdinand in the side. The younger Bellamy shoved back, and it soon devolved into a brawl. Dacian sat by, just chuckling at their antics. Eventually they broke apart, and Jean rolled away, out of breath.

“Check it out.”   Jean pointed at the castle in the distance. “Looks like they’re gearing up for something.”

“What would you know about it?”   Asked Dacian, leaning back in the grass.

“More than you.”   Jean muttered in reply, but shot his brother a grin.

The three of them bullied, teased, and talked until the late hours of the night, just being boys, until-

Dacian lifted his head and widened his bloodshot eyes. “Medea!”   He protested loudly.

The Worm King leaned back in the chair, and crossed one leg over the other.

“You’re telling me that wasn’t a good dream, or perhaps vision. Maybe even a future? Don’t lie to me, Dacian.”

“You’re trying to get inside my head.”   Dacian said, his throat dry. He was absolutely parched.

Medea leaned forward again, over her knees, and locked her eyes on Dacian’s. He sucked in a breath as she hit him with the next wave.