Charolette slapped her forehead and tried something like laughter. "Oh, right, I need to call them! But no worries, I've forgotten to call a bunch of times before and they don't seem to care. Trust me, they're cool about this stuff!" Charolette pulled out her phone, sent a quick text, and put it away like it was the easiest thing in the world.
Tom shook his head "Wow your parents must be extreemly laid back?" He shuddered when he thought of what his father would do if he didn't come home one night.
"Well," said Charolette, superficial exterior melting away by the intimacy of the lonely barn and the softening effect of the sleeping dragon, "they used to be a lot stricter. Not insane, but like parents should be. They'd get so mad when I didn't come home at night without saying anything, and then they just....stopped caring, I guess. I dunno...."
((sorry, how emotional did you want this to get? I'm not sure where to take this....))
((It can sot however emotional you want I don't really care I was just kinda going with the flow.))
Tom frowned, "Well that is unfortunate. But I have to say that you are fortunate. Sometimes I wish my dad would just stop caring." He tried to keep the bitterness out of his voice but he could tell that he failed.
"Ok, spill. What's going on with your dad? My parents aren't exactly model parents, but I can tell you're going through something I don't get. If you can trust me to keep this little guy a secret," she said motioning to the dragon in her lap, "You can trust me with anything."
"It... it's nothing." He responded imediatly. He looked around the barn at anything but Charlotte. "He just misses my mom. But everything is fine."
"Come on," Charolette said, forcing Tom to look her in the eye, "you don't start avoiding and loathing someone like you are just because he 'misses your mom". Spill."
Tom studied Charolette for a while before sighing. "It's nothing really I just mess up a lot. and he just gets kind of mad. He is really just mad that I am not like my Mom and Sister were. He hates that I am like him." Tomm self conciously rubbed his arm trying not to remember the months after his mothers death. "Why do you even care?"
((No show post?))
Charolette shifted unconfortably in her seat, trying to accomodate for both her limbs on the verge of falling asleep and the sleeping dragon. "It seems important to you, and this is the perfect time to talk about it....if it'd make you feel better..." Not sure if she was overstepping her boundaries but desperate to provide some sort of comfort, Charolette placed her hand on Tom's shoulder, trying to console him.
Tom flinched at first when she touched his shoulder but he made no move to back away or remove it. "Thanks, I'm ok but if I ever do need to talk you'll be the one I talk to." He smiled sadly at her while reaching out to stroke the sleeping dragon.
'Thanks," said Charolette, not for any particular reason she could think of. As Tom reached out to stroke the dragon, she took the opportuinty to remove her hand from his shoulder. She yawned, not knowing what time it was but knowing it was much later than she'd normally stay up.
((lol, so are they just going to talk all night? Or do you want them to fall asleep now? Or....idk :3))
((Yea sure it is bedtime :) ))
Seeing Charlottes yawn Tom grinned. "Someones sleepy. Here let me take the dragon for a bit and you can sleep." He pulled a blanket and pillow out of his bag and went to hand them to her.
Charolette yawned louder, stretching her limbs in every direction. DEFINITELY time for bed. "Thanks, Tom," she mumbled before her eyes started to be pulled together by the force of her sleepiness. Just before falling asleep, but shifted so the dragon was lazily stretched across her belly, the sight of which instantly cancelled out her consciousness.
Tom laughed and settled down himself trying to sleep. after just a few seconds he knew that the effort was hopeless. He laythere watching Charlotte and the Dragon sleep for a few minutes but soon felt like a complete creep so he got up and started walking around the barn talking quietly with the animals. To his relief they didn't respond.
Charolette had some weird dreams in the barn. First she dreamt that someone one fire was sitting on her stomach, probably just a subconscious effect of a dragon on her stomach.
But then she started hearing voices, surrounding her. Just soft enough to make the words indistiguishible, giving her the impression of people around her planning something sinister. This, paired with a seemingly increasing weight on her chest, sent her into fitful nightmares. Jolting awake, she noticed an annoyed dragon on the ground next to her and a slightly lighter tinge in the sky.
When he heard her fussinng in her sleep Tom ran over to Charolette. "Hey, hey it's ok." he mummered. "Just a dream." He put a hand on her arm trying to calm her. "Are you ok?"
Charolette saw Tom's face above her, alight with concern. Rolling to her side to pet the dragon absentmindedly. "Yeah, I'm fine. Probably just stressed about...today, and stuff. No, yesterday, I guess," she said, noticing the forebringers of sunrise, bright streaks against the sky. "Guess it's almost morning."
"Yea it is close." He said as he awkwardly stopped touching her arm with a small cough. "You can go back to sleep if you want. It is only about 6 so you still have a little while. "